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Author: Jean de La Fontaine
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The tales
and novels
of
J. De La Fontaine
Volume 12.
Contains:
The Monks of Catalonia
The Cradle
The monks of Catalonia
To you, my friends, allow me to detail,
The feats of monks in Catalonia’s vale,
Where oft the holy fathers pow’rs displayed,
And showed such charity to wife and maid,
That o’er their minds sweet fascination reigned,
And made them think, they Paradise had gained.
Suchcharacters oft preciously advise,
And
youthful easy female minds surprise,
The
beauteous fair encircle with their net,
And,
of the feeling heart, possession get:
Work
in the holy vineyard, you may guess,
And,
as our tale will show, with full success.
Intimes of old, when learning ’mong the fair,
Enough
to read the testament, was rare,
(Times
howsoe’er thought difficult to quote,)
A
swarm of monks of gormandizing note,
Arrived
and fixed themselves within a town,
For
young and beauteous belles of great renown,
While,
of gallants, there seemed but very few,
Though
num’rous aged husbands you might view.
A
Noble chapel soon the fathers raised,
To
which the females ran and highly praised,
Surveyed
it o’er and confidently thought,
’Twas
there, of course, salvation should be sought.
And
when their faith had thoroughly been proved,
To
gain their point the monks the veil removed.—
Good
father Andrew scorned to use finesse,
And
in discourse the sex would thus address.
Ifany thing prevent your sov’reign bliss,
And
Paradise incautiously you miss,
Most
certainly the evil will arise,
From
keeping for your husbands large supplies,
Of
what a surplus you have clearly got,
And
more than requisite to them allot,
Without
bestowing on your trusty friends,
The
saving that to no one blessings lends.
Perhapsyou’ll tell me, marriage boons we shun;
’Tis
true, and Heav’n be praised enough is done,
Without
those duties to require our share
You
know from direful sin we guard the fair.
Ingratitude
’s declared the height of crimes,
And
God pronounced it such in early times;
For
this eternally was Satan curst;
Howe’er
you err, be careful of the worst.
Return
to Heav’n your thanks for bounteous care,
And
then to us a tithe of surplus spare,
Which
costs you nothing worth a moment’s thought;
And
marks the zeal with which our faith is taught,
A
claim legitimate our order opes,
Bestowed,
for holy offices, by popes,
No
charitable gift, but lawful right:
Priests
well supported are a glorious sight.
Four
times a year, exactly to a day,
Each
wife this tithe should personally pay
Our
holy saint requires that you submit:
’Tis
founded on decrees of holy writ.
All
Nature carefully the law reveres,
That
gratitude and fealty endears.
Nowmarriage works we rank as an estate,
And
tithe is due for that at any rate.
We’ll
take it patiently, whate’er the toil:
Nor
be o’er nice about the justful spoil.
Our
order have not, you must surely know,
By
many comforts, what we wish below.
’Tisright, however, that I now suggest,
Whatever
passes must not be expressed;
But
naught to husbands, parents, friends, reveal;
From
ev’ry one the mysterious conceal.
Three
words th’ apostle taught: be these your
care;
faith,
charity, and Prudence learn to share.
Theholy father, by his fine discourse,
Delivered
with the most impressive force,
Gave
wonderous satisfaction and surprise,
And
passed with all for Solomon the wise;
Few
slept while Andrew preached, and ev’ry wife,
His
precepts guarded as she would her life;
And
these not solely treasured in the mind,
But
showed to practise them the heart inclined,
Each
hastened tithe to bring without delay,
And
quarrelled who should be the first to pay;
Loud
murmurs rang, and many city dames,
Were
forced to keep till morn the friar’s claims,
And
holy church, not knowing what to do,
Such
numbers seemed to be in paying cue,
At
length was forced, without restraint, to say,
The
Lord commands that, till a future day,
You
give us time to breathe:—so large the lot,
Thesex inclined to follow this advice;
About
receipts however they were not nice;
The
entertainment greatly was admired,
And
pure devotion all their bosoms fired,
A
glass of cordial some apart received;
Good
cheer was given, may be well believed;
Ten
youthful dames brisk friar Fripart took,
Gay,
airy, and engaging ev’ry look,
Who
paid with pleasure all the monk could wish;
Some
had fifteen:—some twelve to taste their
dish;
Good
friar Rock had twenty for his share,
And
gave such satisfaction to the fair,
That
some, to show they never grudged the price,
And
proved their punctuality,—paid twice.
So
much indeed, that satiated with ways,
That
six long months engaged their nights and days:
They
gladly credit would have given now,
But
found the ladies would not this allow,
Believing
it most positively wrong,
To
keep whate’er might to the church belong.
No
tithe arrears were any where around,
So
zealous were the dames in duty found,
They
often in advance paid holy dues,
How
pure the monks!—how just the ladies views!
The
friars used despatch alone with those,
That
for their fascinating charms they chose,
And
sent the sempiternals to bestow,
The
tribute they had brought on those below,
For
in the refuse tithes that were their lot,
The
laicks oft pleasant pickings got.
In
short ’twas difficult to say,
What
charity was shown from day to day.
Ithappened that one night a married dame,
Desirous
to convey the monks their claim,
And
walking with her spouse just by the spot,
Where
dwelled the arch contrivers of the plot,
Good
Heavens! said she, I well remember now,
I’ve
business with a friar here, I vow;
’Twill
presently be done if you’ll but wait;
Religious
duties we must ne’er abate.
What
duties? cried the husband with surprise;
You’re
surely mad:—’tis midnight I surmise;
Confess
yourself to-morrow if required;
The
holy fathers are to bed retired.
That
makes no difference, the lady cried.—
Youdo me wrong, rejoined the charming fair;
I
neither want confession nor a prayer,
But
anxiously desire what is due to pay;
For
if incautiously I should delay,
Long
time ’would be ere I the monk should see,
With
other matters he’ll so busy be.
But
what can you the holy fathers owe?
To
which the lady said:—what don’t you
know?
A
tithe, my dear, the friars always claim.—
What
tithe? cried he; it surely has a name.
Not
know! astonishingly, replied the wife.—
To
which the husband answered:—On my life,
That
women friars pay is very strange;
Will
you particulars with me arrange?
How
cunningly, said she, you seem to act;
Why
clearly you’re acquainted with the fact?
’Tis
Hymeneal works:—What works? cried he—
Lord!
said the dame, assuredly you see,
Why
I had paid an hour ago or more
And
you’ve prevented me when at the door;
I’m
sure, of those who owe, I’m not the worst,
For
I, in paying, always was the first.
Thehusband quite astonished now appeared;
At
once a hundred diff’rent ills he feared;
But
questioning his wife howe’er, he found,
That
many other dames who lived around,
Like
her; in paying tithes, the monks obeyed,
Which
consolation to his breast conveyed.
Poor
innocent! she nothing wished to hide;
Said
she, not one but tithe they make provide;
Good
friar Aubrey takes your sister’s dues;
To
father Fabry Mrs. B’s accrues;
The
mayoress friar William likes to greet,
A
monk more handsome scarcely you will meet;
And
I to friar Gerard always go;
I
wished this night to pay him all I owe.
Alas!
when tongues unbridled drop disguise,
What
direful ills, what discords oft arise!
The
cunning husband having thus obtained,
Particulars
of what the fathers gained,
At
first designed in secret to disclose,
Those
scenes of fraud and matrimonial woes:
The
mayor and citizens should know, he thought;
What
dues were paid: what tithes the friars sought;
But
since ’twas rather difficult to place,
Full
credence, at the first, in such a case,
He
judged it best to make the fellow speak,
To
whom his wife had shown herself so weak.
Forfather Gerard in the morn he sent,
Who,
unsuspecting, to the husband went,
When,
in the presence of the injured wife,
He
drew his sword and swore he’d take his life,
Unless
the mystery he would disclose,
Which
he reluctantly through terror chose.
Then
having bound the friar hand and foot,
And
in another room his lady put,
He
sallied forth his hapless lot to tell,
And
to the mayor exposed the wily spell;
The
corporation next; then up and down,
The
secret he divulged throughout the town.
A
cry for vengeance presently was heard;
The
whole at once to slaughter, some preferred
While
others would the place with fire surround,
And
burn the house with those within it found.
Some
wished to drown them, bound within their dress;
With
various other projects you may guess;
But
all agreed that death should be their lot,
And
those for burning had most voices got.
Withoutdelay they to the convent flew;
But
when the holy mansion came in view,
Respect,
the place of execution changed;
A
citizen his barn for this arranged;
The
crafty crew together were confined,
And
in the blaze their wretched lives resigned,
While
round the husbands danced at sound of drum,
And
burnt whatever to their hands had come;
Naught
’scaped their fury, monks of all degrees,
Robes,
mantles, capuchins, and mock decrees:
All
perished properly within the flames;
But
nothing more I find about the dames;
And
friar Gerard, in another place,
Had
met apart his merited disgrace.
Thecradle
Near Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road,
Was seen a humble innkeeper’s abode;
Small sums were charged; few guests the night would stay;
And these could seldom much afford to pay.
A pleasing active partner had the host
Her age not much ’bove thirty at the most;
Two children she her loving husband bore;
The boy was one year old: the daughter more;
Just fifteen summers o’er her form had smiled;
In person charming, and in temper mild.
Ithappened that Pinucio, young and gay,
A
youth of family, oft passed the way,
Admired
the girl, and thought she might be gained,
Attentions
showed, and like return obtained;
The
mistress was not deaf, nor lover mute;
Pinucio
seemed the lady’s taste to suit,
Of
pleasing person and engaging air;
And
’mong the equals of our youthful fair,
As
yet, not one a pref’rence had received;
Nor
had she e’er in golden dreams believed;
But,
spite of tender years, her mind was high,
And
village lads she would not let come nigh.
COLUTTA,
(such her name,) though much admired;
And
many in the place her hand desired,
Rejected
some, and others would not take,
And
this most clearly for Pinucio’s sake.
Long
conversations she could rarely get,
And
various obstacles the lovers met;
No
interviews where they might be at ease,
But
ev’ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
O
parents, husbands! be advised by me;
Constraint
with wives or children won’t agree;
’Tis
then the god of love exerts his art,
To
find admittance to the throbbing heart.
Pinucioand a friend, one stormy night,
The
landlord’s reached and would in haste alight;
They
asked for beds, but were too late they found:
You
know, sir, cried the host, we don’t abound;
And
now the very garrets we have let:
You’d
better elsewhere try your wish to get,
And
spite of weather, further on pursue
At
best, our lodging is unfit for you.
Haveyou no truckle bed? the lover cried;
No
corner left?—we fain would here abide:
Why,
truly, said the host, we always keep
Two
beds within the chamber where we sleep;
My
wife and I, of course, take one of these;
Together
lie in t’other if you please.
The
spark replied, this we will gladly do;
Come,
supper get; that o’er, the friends withdrew:
Pinucio,
by Coletta’s sage advice,
In
looking o’er the room was very nice;
With
eagle-eyes particulars he traced,
Then
’tween the clothes himself and friend he placed.
A
camp-bed for the girl was on the floor;
The
landlord’s, ’gainst the wall and next the
door;
Another
opposite the last was set,
And
this, to guests, at certain times was let;
And
‘tween the two, but near the parents’ best,
A
cradle for the child to rest its head,
From
which a pleasant accident arrived,
That
our gallant’s young friend of rest deprived.
Whenmidnight came, and this gay spark supposed
The
host and hostess’ eyes in sleep were closed,
Convinced
the time appointed was at hand,
To
put in execution what was planned,
He
to the camp-bed silently repaired,
And
found the belle by Morpheus not insnared;
Coletta
taught a play that mortals find
Fatigues
the body more than plagues the mind:
A
truce succeeded, but ’twas quickly o’er:
Those
rest not long who pilfer Cupid’s store.
Again,
when to the room the hostess came,
And
found the cradle rested not the same,
Good
heav’ns! cried she, it joins my husband’s
head:
And,
but for that, I truly had been led
To
lay myself unthinkingly beside
The
strangers whom with lodging we provide;
But,
God be praised, this cradle shows the place
Where
my good husband’s pillow I must trace.
This
said, she with the friend was quickly laid,
Without
suspecting what mistake she’d made.
Betweenthe lovers all was blithe and gay,
When
suddenly the friend, though far from day,
Was
forced to rise (’twas plain a pressing case,)
And
move the infant’s cradle from its place,
To
ope the door, and lest he noise might make,
Or
any way by chance the child should wake,
He
set it carefully beside his bed,
And
(softly treading) to the garden sped.
Onhis return he passed the cradle by;
To
place it as before he would not try,
But
went to sleep; when presently a sound,
From
something that had tumbled, rang around,
Awoke
his wife, who ran below,
That
what had happened she might clearly know.
No
fool in such adventures was our Wight:
The
opportunity he would not slight,
But
played the husband well: no, no, I’m wrong;
He
played it ill:—too oft, too much, too long;
For
whosoe’er would wish to do it well,
Should
softly go:—the gentle most excel.
Intruth, the wife was quite surprised to find
Her
spouse so much to frolicking inclined;
Said
she, what ails the man, he’s grown so gay?
A
lad of twenty’s not more fond of play.
Well!
let’s enjoy the moments while we can;
God’s
will be done, since life is but a span!
Thewords were scarcely said, when our gallant
Renewed
his fun, and nothing seemed to want;
Indeed,
the hostess still her charms possessed,
And,
on occasion, well might be caressed.
MeanwhileColetta, dreading a surprise,
Prevailed
upon her paramour to rise;
’Twas
nearly break of day when he withdrew,
But,
groping to his place the way anew,
Pinucio,
by the cradle too, was led
To
miss his friend’s and take the landlord’s
bed.
No
sooner in than with an under voice,
(Intriguers
oft too eagerly rejoice,)
Said
he, my friend, I wish I could relate
The
pleasure I’ve received; my bliss is great;
To
you, I’m sorry, Fortune proves so cold;
Withsoftest skin, delightful form and mien;
Her
ev’ry act resembles BEAUTY’s queen;
In
short, before we’d ended with our fun,
Six
posts (without a fiction) we had run.
The
host was struck with what the spark averred,
And
muttered something indistinctly heard.
Thehostess whispered him she thought her spouse:—
Again,
my dear, such sparks let’s never house;
Pray
don’t you hear how they together chat?—
Just
then the husband raised himself and sat;
Is
this your plan? said he with mighty rage;
Was
it for this you would my house engage?
You
understand me, but I’ll seek redress;
Think
you so very cheap to have success?
What,
would you ruin families at will,
And
with our daughters take at ease your fill?
Away,
I say! my house this moment quit;
And
as for You, abominable chit,
I’ll
have your life: this hour you breathe your last;
Such
creatures only can with beasts be classed.
Pinucioheard the lecture with dismay,
At
once was mute, and grew as cold as clay;
A
moment’s silence through the room prevailed;
Coletta
trembled, and her lot bewailed.
The
hostess now, on ev’ry side perceived
Her
peril great, and for the error grieved.
The
friend, howe’er, the cradle called to mind,
Which
caused the many ills we’ve seen combined,
And
instantly he cried:—Pinucio! strange
You
thus allow yourself about to range;
Did
I not tell you when the wine you took,
’Twould
make many sad misfortunes hook?
Whene’er
you freely drink, ’tis known fall well,
Your
sleep’s disturbed, you walk, and nonsense tell.
Come,
come to bed: the morning soon will peep;
Pinucio
took the hint, pretended sleep,
And
carried on so artfully the wile,
The
husband no suspicion had of guile.
The
stratagem our hostess likewise tried,
And
to her daughter’s bed in silence hied,
Where
she conceived her fortress was so strong,
She
presently began to use her tongue,
And
cried aloud:—Impossible the fact;
Such
things he could not with Coletta act;
I’ve
with her been in bed throughout the night,
And
she, no more than I, has swerved from right;
’Twere
mighty pretty, truly, here to come;
At
this the host a little while was dumb;
But
in a lower tone at length replied
I
nought with your account I’m satisfied.
Theparty rose; the titter circled round;
And
each sufficient reason for it found;
The
whole was secret, and whoe’er had gained,
With
care upon the subject mute remained.
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