"That," was the answer, "is iron, one of the best tonics in the _materia medica_."
"But what," said the other, "is the meaning of the rein attached to it?"
"Keeps it from falling out of my mouth when I am too indolent to hold it," was the reply.
"How about the saddle?"
"Fool!" was the angry retort; "its purpose is to spare me fatigue: when I am tired, I get on and ride."
x.x.xV.
Some doves went to a hawk, and asked him to protect them from a kite.
"That I will," was the cheerful reply; "and when I am admitted into the dovecote, I shall kill more of you in a day than the kite did in a century. But of course you know this; you expect to be treated in the regular way."
So he entered the dovecote, and began preparations for a general slaughter. But the doves all set upon him and made exceedingly short work of him. With his last breath he asked them why, being so formidable, they had not killed the kite. They replied that they had never seen any kite.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
x.x.xVI.
A defeated warrior s.n.a.t.c.hed up his aged father, and, slinging him across his shoulders, plunged into the wilderness, followed by the weary remnant of his beaten army. The old gentleman liked it.
"See!" said he, triumphantly, to the flying legion; "did you ever hear of so dutiful and accommodating a son? And he"s as easy under the saddle as an old family horse!"
"I rather think," replied the broken and disordered battalion, with a grin, "that Mr. aeneas once did something of this kind. But _his_ father had thoughtfully taken an armful of lares and penates; and the accommodating nature of _his_ son was, therefore, more conspicuous. If I might venture to suggest that you take up my shield and scimitar--"
"Thank you," said the aged party, "I could not think of disarming the military: but if you would just hand me up one of the heaviest of those dead branches, I think the merits of my son would be rendered sufficiently apparent."
The routed column pa.s.sed him up the one shown in the immediate foreground of our sketch, and it was quite enough for both steed and rider.
_Fabula ostendit_ that History repeats itself, with variations.
x.x.xVII.
A pig who had engaged a cray-fish to pilot him along the beach in search of mussels, was surprised to see his guide start off backwards.
"Your excessive politeness quite overcomes me," said the porker, "but don"t you think it rather ill bestowed upon a pig? Pray don"t hesitate to turn your back upon me."
"Sir," replied the cray-fish, "permit me to continue as I am. We now stand to each other in the proper relation of _employe_ to employer.
The former is excessively obsequious, and the latter is, in the eyes of the former, a hog."
x.x.xVIII.
The king of tortoises desiring to pay a visit of ceremony to a neighbouring monarch, feared that in his absence his idle subjects might get up a revolution, and that whoever might be left at the head of the State would usurp the throne. So calling his subjects about him, he addressed them thus:
"I am about to leave our beloved country for a long period, and desire to leave the sceptre in the hands of him who is most truly a tortoise.
I decree that you shall set out from yonder distant tree, and pa.s.s round it. Whoever shall get back last shall be appointed Regent."
So the population set out for the goal, and the king for his destination. Before the race was decided, his Majesty had made the journey and returned. But he found the throne occupied by a subject, who at once secured by violence what he had won by guile.
Certain usurpers are too conscientious to retain kingly power unless the rightful monarch be dead; and these are the most dangerous sort.
x.x.xIX.
A spaniel at the point of death requested a mastiff friend to eat him.
"It would soothe my last moments," said he, "to know that when I am no longer of any importance to myself I may still be useful to you."
"Much obliged, I am sure," replied his friend; "I think you mean well, but you should know that my appet.i.te is not so depraved as to relish dog."
Perhaps it is for a similar reason we abstain from cannibalism.
XL.
A cloud was pa.s.sing across the face of the sun, when the latter expostulated with him.
"Why," said the sun, "when you have so much s.p.a.ce to float in, should you be casting your cold shadow upon me?"
After a moment"s reflection, the cloud made answer thus:
"I certainly had no intention of giving offence by my presence, and as for my shadow, don"t you think you have made a trifling mistake?--not a gigantic or absurd mistake, but merely one that would disgrace an idiot."
At this the great luminary was furious, and fell so hotly upon him that in a few minutes there was nothing of him left.