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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

ELEPHANT AND APE OF JUPITER Fables of La Fontaine

XXI.--THE ELEPHANT AND THE APE OF JUPITER. 




'Twixt elephant and beast of horned nose
About precedence a dispute arose,
Which they determined to decide by blows.
The day was fix'd, when came a messenger
To say the ape of Jupiter
Was swiftly earthward seen to bear
His bright caduceus through the air.
This monkey, named in history Gill,
The elephant at once believed
A high commission had received
To witness, by his sovereign's will,
The aforesaid battle fought.
Uplifted by the glorious thought,
The beast was prompt on Monsieur Gill to wait,
But found him slow, in usual forms of state,
His high credentials to present.
The ape, however, ere he went,
Bestow'd a passing salutation.
His excellency would have heard
The subject matter of legation:
But not a word!
His fight, so far from stirring heaven,--
The news was not received there, even!
What difference sees the impartial sky
Between an elephant and fly?
Our monarch, doting on his object,
Was forced himself to break the subject.
'My cousin Jupiter,' said he,
'Will shortly, from his throne supreme,
A most important combat see,
For all his court a thrilling theme.'
'What combat?' said the ape, with serious face.
'Is't possible you should not know the case?--'
The elephant exclaim'd--'not know, dear sir,
That Lord Rhinoceros disputes
With me precedence of the brutes?
That Elephantis is at war
With savage hosts of Rhinocer?
You know these realms, not void of fame?'
'I joy to learn them now by name,'
Return'd Sir Gill, 'for, first or last,
No lisp of them has ever pass'd
Throughout our dome so blue and vast.'
Abash'd, the elephant replied,
'What came you, then, to do?--'
'Between two emmets to divide
A spire of grass in two.
We take of all a care;
And, as to your affair,
Before the gods, who view with equal eyes
The small and great, it hath not chanced to rise.' 


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Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Craft of spies, the tattling art

Large size image transfers are versatile and useful.  The printable collage sheets can be used for so many things.  French feedsack and burlap fabrics are all the rage currently.  Great for DIY economical ways to spruce up your home.

La Fontaine based many of his fables off of Aesop's tales.  La Fontaine also took it a step further and used his fables as characterizations of the French ruling class and religious leaders of his time.  Many of his allusions are lost to us and not known.

J.J. Grandville was another Frenchmen who liked to poke stabs at those in charge and used many of his drawings as politically commentary of his time.  His illustrations are entertaining and full of wit even to this day.




The Eagle and the Magpie
(Recueil 3, Livre 12, Fable 11)




The eagle, through the air a queen,
And one far different, I believe,
In temper, language, thought, and mien,
The magpie, once a prairie crossed.
The by path where they met was drear,
And Madge gave up herself for lost;
But having dined on ample cheer,
The eagle bade her, "Never fear;
You're welcome to my company;
For if the king of gods can be
Full often in need of recreation,
Who rules the world, right well may I,
Who serve him in that high relation:
Amuse me, then, before you fly."
Our cackler, pleased, at quickest rate
Of this and that began to prate.
Not he of whom old Flaccus writes,
The most impertinent of wights,
Or any babbler, for that matter,
Could more incontinently chatter.
At last she offered to make known
A better spy had never flown
All things, whatever she might see,
In travelling from tree to tree.
But, with her offer little pleased
Nay, gathering wrath at being teased,
For such a purpose, never rove,
Replied the impatient bird of Jove.
"Adieu, my cackling friend, adieu;
My court is not the place for you:
Heaven keep it free from such a bore!"
Madge flapped her wings, and said no more.
It's far less easy than it seems
An entrance to the great to gain.
The honour often has cost extremes
Of mortal pain.
The craft of spies, the tattling art,
And looks more gracious than the heart,
Are odious there;
But still, if one would meet success,
Of different parishes the dress
He, like the pie, must wear.
Jean de La Fontaine
Book 12, Fable 11







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BAT AND WEASEL, Antique French Fables, Image transfer downloads

I've been creating some new digital files from Antique French books.  These are all from La Fontaine, illustrated by J.J. Grandville.  The downloads are listed to both Etsy and ArtFire.





The Bat and the Two Weasels
(Recueil 1, Livre 2, Fable 5)

A blundering bat once stuck her head
Into a wakeful weasel's bed;
Whereat the mistress of the house,
A deadly foe of rats and mice,
Was making ready in a trice
To eat the stranger as a mouse.
"What! do you dare," she said, "to creep in
The very bed I sometimes sleep in,
Now, after all the provocation
I have suffered from your thievish nation?
Are you not really a mouse,
That gnawing pest of every house,
Your special aim to do the cheese ill?
Ay, that you are, or I'm no weasel."
"I beg your pardon," said the bat;
"My kind is very far from that.
What! I a mouse! Who told you such a lie?
Why, ma'am, I am a bird;
And, if you doubt my word,
Just see the wings with which I fly.
Long live the mice that cleave the sky!"
These reasons had so fair a show,
The weasel let the creature go.
By some strange fancy led,
The same wise blunderhead,
But two or three days later,
Had chosen for her rest
Another weasel's nest,
This last, of birds a special hater.
New peril brought this step absurd;
Without a moment's thought or puzzle,
Dame weasel oped her peaked muzzle
To eat the intruder as a bird.
"Hold! do not wrong me," cried the bat;
"I'm truly no such thing as that.
Your eyesight strange conclusions gathers.
What makes a bird, I pray? Its feathers.
I'm cousin of the mice and rats.
Great Jupiter confound the cats!"
The bat, by such adroit replying,
Twice saved herself from dying.
And many a human stranger
Thus turns his coat in danger;
And sings, as suits, wherever he goes,
"God save the king!" or "save his foes!"
Jean de La Fontaine
Book 2, Fable 5
La Chauve-souris et les deux Belettes
Livre II - Fable 5

Une chauve-souris donna tête baissée
Dans un nid de belettes ; et sitôt qu'elle y fut,
L'autre, envers les souris de longtemps courroucée,
Pour la dévorer accourut.
«Quoi ! vous osez, dit-elle, à mes yeux vous produire,
Après que votre race a tâché de me nuire!
N'êtes-vous pas souris ? Parlez sans fiction.
Oui, vous l'êtes, ou bien je ne suis pas belette.
- Pardonnez-moi, dit la pauvrette,
Ce n'est pas ma profession.
Moi souris ! Des méchants vous ont dit ces nouvelles.
Grâce à l'auteur de l'univers,
Je suis oiseau : voyez mes ailes.
Vive la gent qui fend les airs ! »
Sa raison plut, et sembla bonne.
Elle fait si bien qu'on lui donne
Liberté de se retirer.
Deux jours après, notre étourdie
Aveuglément se va fourrer
Chez une autre belette, aux oiseaux ennemie.
La voilà derechef en danger de sa vie.
La dame du logis, avec son long museau
S'en allait la croquer en qualité d'oiseau,
Quand elle protesta qu'on lui faisait outrage :
« Moi, pour telle passer ! Vous n'y regardez pas.
Qui fait l'oiseau? C'est le plumage.
Je suis souris : vivent les rats!
Jupiter confonde les chats ! »
Par cette adroite repartie
Elle sauva deux fois sa vie.
Plusieurs se sont trouvés qui, d'écharpe changeants ,
Aux dangers, ainsi qu'elle, ont souvent fait la figue .
Le sage dit, selon les gens,
«Vive le Roi ! vive la Ligue ! »

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