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# The Youth's Companion/July 19, 1860/The Primrose

The Primrose.
The early yellow primrose, With broad and open face, Springs up, all bright and cheerful, In many a barren place! While grander flowers are waiting Till warmer days appear, The primrose comes forth gladly, The passer by to cheer.
In garden or on roadside, It smiles alike on all; It pines for no high station, Contented to be small; Nor does it ever murmur, Because unknown to fame; Admired, or disregarded, It blooms on just the same.
Dear little child, wherever Your happy home is found, Be like the cheerful primrose, And gladden all around: Stay not for happier seasons, Your virtues to display; But put forth all your efforts, In doing good to-day.
Nor wealth, nor power, nor talent, Nor rank, you call your own; But none, however humble, Should live for self alone; Fix on some deed of kindness, And now at once begin it, And let the world look brighter Because you’re living in it.
# The Youth's Companion/July 19, 1860/The Purple Emperor Butterfly

The Purple Emperor Butterfly.
Did you notice that splendid butterfly of a brownish color, shining with purple; with eye-like markings on the upper part of his wings? That is the purple Emperor Butterfly, one of the noblest of the whole tribe. In the month of July he makes his first appearance in the winged state, and fixes his throne upon the topmost branch of some lofty tree. From this exalted station he makes his excursions in the air, and sometimes ascends to a great height. Very likely a rival of his highness is enjoying himself at an equal height on an adjoining tree.—If so, it will not be long before a combat will take place between the two monarchs. Up they go into the air, each trying to ascend above the other; up, up they mount—higher and higher, higher and higher, cuffing each other with their wings as they ascend out of sight.
In a few minutes down they come again, reach resuming his former position and looking defiance at his daring adversary. If not too fatigued the contest will he renewed until one or the other shall quit the premises.
Few insects venture so high into the air as the Emperor butterfly. He is a bold, resolute flyer, and often puts his abilities to the full stretch in his ærial excursions.
# The Youth's Companion/July 19, 1860/The Force of Example

The Force of Example.
A boy, who went to a school, by the advice and assistance of his teacher, had his face washed. When he came home, his neighbors looked at him with astonishment. They said, “that looks like Tom Rogers, and yet it can’t be, for he’s so clean.”" Presently his mother looked at him; finding his face so clean, she fancied her face dirty, and washed it. The father soon came home, and seeing his wife so clean, thought his face dirty, and soon followed their example. Father, mother and son all being clean, the mother began to think the room looked dirty, and down she went on her knees, and scrubbed that clean. There was a female lodger in the house, who, seeing such a change in her neighbors, thought her face and room very dirty, and she speedily betook to the cleansing operation likewise. And very soon the whole house was, as it were, transformed and made tidy and comfortable, simply by the cleaning of one ragged school-boy.
Can’t there be a reformation of this kind among some of our news-boys? Would they not set the example and thus carry cleanliness to the classic shades of Pigville? Water is plenty in the city, and might be applied. We should think from appearances that the example was rather followed of the old Scotch proverb, “the clartier, the cosier”—(the dirtier, the more comfortable.)
# The Zegri Maid

* The Zegri Maid, from a review of A Collection of Peninsular Melodies in The Edinburgh Literary Journal, Jan.-June, 1830.
* The Zagri Maid, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 40, 1834.
* The Zegri Maid, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music (Songs of Spain), 1834.
# The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems/Ephemera

'Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning.'
And then she: 'Although our love is waning, let us stand By the lone border of the lake once more, Together in that hour of gentleness When the poor tired child, Passion, falls asleep: How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!'
Pensive they paced along the faded leaves, While slowly he whose hand held hers replied: 'Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.'
The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once A rabbit old and lame limped down the path; Autumn was over him: and now they stood On the lone border of the lake once more: Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes, In bosom and hair.
'Ah, do not mourn,' he said, 'That we are tired, for other loves await us; Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell.'
# The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems/The Ballad of Father O'Hart

Good Father John O’Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe and trout.
In trust took he John’s lands; Sleiveens were all his race; And he gave them as dowers to his daughters. And they married beyond their place.
But Father John went up, And Father John went down; And he wore small holes in his shoes, And he wore large holes in his gown.
All loved him, only the shoneen, Whom the devils have by the hair, From the wives, and the cats, and the children, To the birds in the white of the air.
The birds, for he opened their cages As he went up and down; And he said with a smile, ‘Have peace now’; And he went his way with a frown.
But if when anyone died Came keeners hoarser than rooks, He bade them give over their keening; For he was a man of books.   And these were the works of John, When, weeping score by score, People came into Colooney; For he’d died at ninety-four.
There was no human keening; The birds from Knocknarea And the world round Knocknashee Came keening in that day.
The young birds and old birds Came flying, heavy and sad; Keening in from Tiraragh, Keening from Ballinafad;
Keening from Inishmurray. Nor stayed for bite or sup; This way were all reproved Who dig old customs up.
# The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems/The Ballad of Moll Magee

Come round me, little childer; There, don’t fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll Magee.
My man was a poor fisher With shore lines in the say; My work was saltin’ herrings The whole of the long day.
And sometimes from the Saltin’ shed I scarce could drag my feet, Under the blessed moonlight, Along the pebbly street.
I’d always been but weakly, And my baby was just born; A neighbour minded her by day, I minded her till morn.
I lay upon my baby; Ye little childer dear, I looked on my cold baby When the morn grew frosty and clear.   A weary woman sleeps so hard! My man grew red and pale, And gave me money, and bade me go To my own place, Kinsale.
He drove me out and shut the door. And gave his curse to me; I went away in silence, No neighbour could I see.
The windows and the doors were shut, One star shone faint and green, The little straws were turnin' round Across the bare boreen.
I went away in silence: Beyond old Martin’s byre I saw a kindly neighbour Blowin’ her mornin’ fire.
She drew from me my story— My money’s all used up, And still, with pityin’, scornin’ eye, She gives me bite and sup.
She says my man will surely come And fetch me home agin; But always, as I’m movin’ round, Without doors or within,
Pilin’ the wood or pilin’ the turf, Or goin’ to the well, I’m thinkin’ of my baby And keenin’ to mysel’.
And sometimes I am sure she knows When, openin’ wide His door, God lights the stars, His candles, And looks upon the poor.
So now, ye little childer, Ye won’t fling stones at me; But gather with your shinin’ looks And pity Moll Magee.
# The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems/The Ballad of a Foxhunter

‘Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world once more.
‘To stable and to kennel go; Bring what is there to bring; Lead my Lollard to and fro, Or gently in a ring.
‘Put the chair upon the grass: Bring Rody and his hounds, That I may contented pass From these earthly bounds.’
His eyelids droop, his head falls low, His old eyes cloud with dreams; The sun upon all things that grow Falls in sleepy streams.
Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn, And to the armchair goes, And now the old man’s dreams are gone, He smooths the long brown nose.
And now moves many a pleasant tongue Upon his wasted hands, For leading aged hounds and young The huntsman near him stands.
‘Huntsman Rody, blow the horn, Make the hills reply.’ The huntsman loosens on the morn A gay wandering cry.
Fire is in the old man’s eyes, His fingers move and sway, And when the wandering music dies They hear him feebly say,
‘Huntsman Rody, blow the horn, Make the hills reply.’ ‘I cannot blow upon my horn, I can but weep and sigh.’   Servants round his cushioned place Are with new sorrow wrung; Hounds are gazing on his face, Aged hounds and young.
One blind hound only lies apart On the sun-smitten grass; He holds deep commune with his heart: The moments pass and pass;
The blind hound with a mournful din Lifts slow his wintry head; The servants bear the body in; The hounds wail for the dead.
# The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems/Down by the Salley Gardens

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
# The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems

* The Wanderings of Oisin
* The Song of the Happy Shepherd
* The Sad Shepherd
* The Cloak, the Boat, and the Shoes
* Anashuya and Vijaya
* The Indian Upon God
* The Indian to his Love
* The Falling of the Leaves
* Ephemera
* The Madness of King Goll
* The Stolen Child
* To an Isle in the Water
* Down by the Salley Gardens
* The Meditation of the Old Fisherman
* The Ballad of Father O'Hart
* The Ballad of Moll Magee
* The Ballad of a Foxhunter
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# The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems/The Cloak, the Boat, and the Shoes

‘What do you make so fair and bright?’ ‘I make the cloak of Sorrow: O lovely to see in all men’s sight Shall be the cloak of Sorrow, In all men’s sight.’ ‘What do you build with sails for flight?’ ‘I build a boat for Sorrow: O swift on the seas all day and night Saileth the rover Sorrow, All day and night.’ ‘What do you weave with wool so white?’ ‘I weave the shoes of Sorrow: Soundless shall be the footfall light In all men’s ears of Sorrow, Sudden and light.’
# The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems/The Falling of the Leaves

Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us, And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Annotated/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 4

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Numbered 478 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. This is a version of The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 4 that has been annotated by the Wikisource community.
¶ The fourth fable is of the dogge and the sheep
f the men chalengynge / whiche ever be seeking occasion to doo some harme and dommage to the good / saith Esope suche a fable / Somtyme was a dogge / whiche demaunded of a sheep a loof of brede that she had borowed of hym / And the sheep ansuerd that neuer she had none of hym / The dogge made her to come before the Juge / And by cause the sheep denyed the dette / the dogge provysed and broughte with hym fals wytnes / that is to wete the wulf / the mylan & the spaehawk / And whanne these wytnes shold be examyned and herd / the wulf sayd to the Juge / I am certayne & me remembreth wel / that the dogge lend to her a loof of brede/ And the myllan went and sayd / she receyued hit presente my persone / And the sperowhawk said to the sheep / come hyder why denyest thow that whiche thow hast take and recyued / And thus was the poure sheep vaynquysshed¶ And thenne the Juge commaunded to her that she shold paye the dogge / ​wherfore she sold awey before the wynter her flees and wulle for to paye that / that she neuer had / and thus was the poure sheep despoylled / In suche maner done the euylle hongry peple which by theyr grete vntrouthe and malyce robben and despoillen the poure folke.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Annotated/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 7

Numbered 314 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. This is a version of The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 7 that has been annotated by the Wikisource community.
¶ The seuenth fable is of the theef and of the sonne.
O man is chaunged by nature but of an euyll man maye wel yssue and come a wers than hymself / wherof Esope telleth suche a fable / A theef held the feest of his weddynge / And his neyghbours came there as the fest was holden and worshipped / and bare honour to the theef / And as a wyse man sawe that the neyghbours of this theef were ioyeful and glad / he sayd to them / Ye make joye & gladnes of that / wherof ye sholde wepe / take hede thenne to my wordes and vnderstond your ioye /¶ The sonne wolde ones be maryed / But alle the Nacions of the world were ageynst hym / & prayd Iupiter that he shold kepe the sonne fro weddyng / & Jupiter demaunded of them the cause why they wolde not haue hym to be wedded / the one of them said/ Iupiter thou knowest wel / how ther is but one sonne & yet he brenneth vs al / & yf he be maryed & haue ony children / they shal destroye al kynde / And this fable techeth vs that we ought not to be reioysshed of euyll felowship /
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Annotated/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 9

Numbered 480 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. This is a version of The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 9 that has been annotated by the Wikisource community.
¶ The ix fable is of the two bytches
t is not good to byleue what flaterers and euyll men saye / for by theyr swete wordes / they deceyue the good folke / whereof Esope reherceth such a fable / This was a bytche which wold lyttre and be delyuerd of her lytyl dogges / and came to the hows of another bytche / & prayd her by swete and fayre wordes that she would lene to her a place for to lyttre her lytyll dogges / And this other lend to her / her bed and her hows wenynge to doo wel / And whan the bytche had lyttred her lytyl dogges / the good bytche sayd to the other / that it was tyme that she shold goo and departe oute of her hows And then the bytche and her young dogges ranne vpon the other / and boot and casted her oute of her owne hows / and thus for to have doo well / grete dommage cometh ofte therfore And ofte the good men lese theyr goodes by the decepcion and flaterye of the peruers and evylle folke.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Annotated/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 6

Numbered 339 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. This is a version of The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 6 that has been annotated by the Wikisource community.
¶ The vj fable is of the lyon and of the cowe / of the goote and of the sheep
en sayen that it is not good to ete plommes with his lord / ne to the poure it is not good to have partage and dyuysyon with hym which is ryche & myghty / wherof Esope reherceth suche a fable / The cowe / the gote & the sheep went ones a huntyng & chase / with the lyon and toke a herte / And whanne they cake / [came] to haue theyr parte / the lyon sayd to them / My lordes I late you wete / that the fyrst part is myn by cause I am your lord / the second by cause / I am stronger than ye be / the thyrd / by cause I ranne more swifter than ye dyd / and who so ever toucheth the fourthe parte / he shall be myn mortal enemy / And thus he took for hym selfe alone the herte / And therfore this fable techeth to al folk / that the poure ought not to hold felauship with the myghty / For the myghty man is neuer feythfull to the poure.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Annotated/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 8

Numbered 156 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. This is a version of The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 8 that has been annotated by the Wikisource community.
¶ The viij fable is of the wulf and of the crane
Ho fo euer doth ony good to the euyll man he synneth as Esope saith / for of ony good which is don to the euils cometh no prouffit / wherof Esope reherceth to vs suche a fable / A wulf ete & deuoured a sheep of whos bones he had one in his throte which he coulde not haue out & sore it greued hym / thenne went the wulf & praid the crane that she wold draw oute of his throte the bone / & the crane put her nek in to his throte & drewe out the bone wherby the wulf was hole /¶ And the crane demaunded of hym to be payd of her salary¶ And the wulf answerd to her / Thou arte well vnconnyng & no good connyng / remembryng the good that I haue done to the / for whan thou haddest thy neck within my throte / yf I had wold / I might haue ete the / and thus it appiereth by the fable how no proufitte cometh of ony good whiche is done to the euyle.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Annotated/Vol. II/Liber Secundus/Fable 16

Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. Perry Index 498. This is a version of The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Secundus/Fable 16 that has been annotated by the Wikisource community.
¶ The xvj fable is of the mule and of the flye.
Omme maken grete menaces / whiche haue no myghte / ¶ Wherof Esope reherceth suche a fable / ¶ Of a carter / whiche ladde a Charyot or carte / whiche a Mule drewe forthe / And by cause the Mule wente not fast ynough / the flye sayd to the Mule / Ha a payllart Mule / why goost thow not faster / I shalle soo egrely pryke the / that I shalle make the go lyghtely / ¶ And the Mule answered to the flye / God kepe and preserue the mone for the wolues / For I haue ne grete drede ne fere of the / But I drede and doubte sore my mayster / whiche is vpon me / whiche constrayneth me to fulfylle his wylle / ¶ And more I oughte to drede and doubte hym more / than the / whiche arte nought / and of no valewe ne myght / ¶ And thus men ought not to gette by ne doubte them / whiche haue no myght ne that ben of no valewe.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. I

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Vol. I contains an historical analysis by Joseph Jacobs. Vol. II contains William Caxton's translation of the fables published in 1484.
The Fables
of Aesop
The Fables of Aesop.
I.
​From the Bayeux Tapestry.
The Fables of Aesop
as first printed by William Caxton in 1484
with those of Avian, Alfonso and Poggio,
now again edited and induced
by Joseph Jacobs,
I.
History of the Æsopic Fable.
London. Published by David Nutt in
the Strand, M.D.CCCLXXXIX.
TO
MY BROTHERS
SYDNEY, EDWIN, LOUIS
TO WHOM I OWE
ALL
* Esop
* Preface
* Pedigree of Caxton's Aesop
* History of The Æsopic Fable
* The Mediæval Æsop
* Æsop in Antiquity
* The Oriental Æsop
* Æsop in England
* Fabliau, Facetiæ, Fable
* Appendix
* Index of Fables
* Synopsis of Parallels
* Index
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Annotated/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 5

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Numbered 133 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. This is a version of The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 5 that has been annotated by the Wikisource community.
¶ The fyfthe fable is of the dogge and of the pyece of flessh
e that desyreth to haue other mens goodes oft he loseth his owne good / whereof Esope reherceth to vs suche a fable / In tyme passed was a dogge that wente ouer a brydge / and held in his mouthe a pyece of flesshe / and as he passed ouer a brydge / he perceywed and sawe the shadowe of hym / and of his pyece of flesshe within the water / And he wenynge that it had be another pyece of flesshe / forthwith he thought to haue take it / And as he opened his mouthe / the pyece of flesshe fylle in to the water / and thus he lost it / Ryghte soo is of many / for whanne they thynke to robbe other / they lese theyr owne and propre good / wherfor for the loue of a vayn thynge men ought not to leue that whiche is certeyn.
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Annotated/Vol. II/Liber Quartus/Fable 8

Numbered 569 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. This is a version of The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Quartus/Fable 8 that has been annotated by the Wikisource community.
N tyme passed men preysyd more the folke full of lesynges and falshede than the man full of trouthe / the whiche thynge regneth gretely vnto this daye / As we may see by this prelent fable / Of the man of trouthe and of the man lyar / whiche went to gyder thorugh the countrey / And so longe they wente to gyder by theyr journeyes / that they came in to the prouynce of the apes / And the kynge of thapes made them bothe to be taken and brought before hym And he beynge in his Royal mageste / where as he satte lyke an Emperour / and alle his Apes aboute hym / as the subgets ben aboute theyr lord / wold haue demaunded / and in dede he demaunded of the lyer / who am I / And the lesynge maker and flaterer sayd to hym / thow arte emperour and kynge / the fayrest creature that is on earthe / ¶ And after the kynge demaunded of hym ageyne / who ben these whiche ben al aboute me / And the lyar ansuerd / Syre they ben thy knyghtes & your subgettes for to ​kepe your persone / and your Royalme / And thenne the kynge sayd thow arte a good man / I wylle that thow be my grete styward of my houshold / and that euery one here to the honour and reuerence / And whan the man of trouthe herd alle this he sayd to hym self / yf this man for to haue made lesynges is soo gretely enhaunced / thenne by gretter rayson / I shalle be more worshipped and enhaunced / yf I saye trouthe /¶ And after the kynge wold aske the trewe man / and demaunded of hym / who am I / and alle that ben aboute me / And thenne the man of trouthe ansuerd thus to hym / thow arte an ape and a beste ryght abhomynable / And alle they whiche ben aboute the are lyke and semblable to the /¶ The kynge thenne commaunded that he shold be broken and toren with teeth and clawes and put alle in to pycees / And therfore it happeth ofte that the lyers and flaterers ben enhaunced / and the men of trouthe ben set alowe and put aback / For oftyme for to saye trouthe men lese theyre lyues / the whiche thynge is ageynst Iustyce and equyte.