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Joseph。〃
INTERLUDE
〃A pleasant and a winsome tale；〃
The Student said； 〃though somewhat pale
And quiet in its coloring；
As if it caught its tone and air
From the gray suits that Quakers wear；
Yet worthy of some German bard；
Hebel； or Voss； or Eberhard；
Who love of humble themes to sing；
In humble verse； but no more true
Than was the tale I told to you。〃
The Theologian made reply；
And with some warmth； 〃That I deny；
'T is no invention of my own；
But something well and widely known
To readers of a riper age；
Writ by the skilful hand that wrote
The Indian tale of Hobomok；
And Philothea's classic page。
I found it like a waif afloat
Or dulse uprooted from its rock；
On the swift tides that ebb and flow
In daily papers； and at flood
Bear freighted vessels to and fro；
But later； when the ebb is low；
Leave a long waste of sand and mud。〃
〃It matters little；〃 quoth the Jew；
〃The cloak of truth is lined with lies；
Sayeth some proverb old and wise；
And Love is master of all arts；
And puts it into human hearts
The strangest things to say and do。〃
And here the controversy closed
Abruptly； ere 't was well begun；
For the Sicilian interposed
With； 〃Lordlings； listen； every one
That listen may； unto a tale
That 's merrier than the nightingale；
A tale that cannot boast； forsooth；
A single rag or shred of truth；
That does not leave the mind in doubt
As to the with it or without；
A naked falsehood and absurd
As mortal ever told or heard。
Therefore I tell it； or； maybe；
Simply because it pleases me。〃
THE SICILIAN'S TALE
THE MONK OF CASAL…MAGGIORE
Once on a time； some centuries ago；
In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars
Wended their weary way with footsteps slow
Back to their convent； whose white walls and spires
Gleamed on the hillside like a patch of snow；
Covered with dust they were； and torn by briers；
And bore like sumpter…mules upon their backs
The badge of poverty； their beggar's sacks。
The first was Brother Anthony； a spare
And silent man； with pallid cheeks and thin；
Much given to vigils； penance； fasting； prayer；
Solemn and gray； and worn with discipline；
As if his body but white ashes were；
Heaped on the living coals that glowed within；
A simple monk； like many of his day；
Whose instinct was to listen and obey。
A different man was Brother Timothy；。
Of larger mould and of a coarser paste；
A rubicund and stalwart monk was he；
Broad in the shoulders； broader in the waist；
Who often filled the dull refectory
With noise by which the convent was disgraced；
But to the mass…book gave but little heed；
By reason he had never learned to read。
Now； as they passed the outskirts of a wood；
They saw； with mingled pleasure and surprise；
Fast tethered to a tree an ass； that stood
Lazily winking his large； limpid eyes。
The farmer Gilbert of that neighborhood
His owner was； who； looking for supplies
Of fagots； deeper in the wood had strayed；
Leaving his beast to ponder in the shade。
As soon as Brother Timothy espied
The patient animal； he said： 〃Good…lack！
Thus for our needs doth Providence provide；
We'll lay our wallets on the creature's back。〃
This being done； he leisurely untied
From head and neck the halter of the jack；
And put it round his own； and to the tree
Stood tethered fast as if the ass were he。
And； bursting forth into a merry laugh；
He cried to Brother Anthony： 〃Away！
And drive the ass before you with your staff；
And when you reach the convent you may say
You left me at a farm； half tired and half
Ill with a fever； for a night and day；
And that the farmer lent this ass to bear
Our wallets； that are heavy with good fare。〃
Now Brother Anthony； who knew the pranks
Of Brother Timothy； would not persuade
Or reason with him on his quirks and cranks；
But； being obedient； silently obeyed；
And； smiting with his staff the ass's flanks；
Drove him before him over hill and glade；
Safe with his provend to the convent gate；
Leaving poor Brother Timothy to his fate。
Then Gilbert； laden with fagots for his fire；
Forth issued from the wood； and stood aghast
To see the ponderous body of the friar
Standing where he had left his donkey last。
Trembling he stood； and dared not venture nigher；
But stared； and gaped； and crossed himself full fast；
For； being credulous and of little wit；
He thought it was some demon from the pit。
While speechless and bewildered thus he gazed；
And dropped his load of fagots on the ground；
Quoth Brother Timothy： 〃Be not amazed
That where you left a donkey should be found
A poor Franciscan friar； half…starved and crazed；
Standing demure and with a halter bound；
But set me free； and hear the piteous story
Of Brother Timothy of Casal…Maggiore。
〃I am a sinful man； although you see
I wear the consecrated cowl and cape；
You never owned an ass； but you owned me；
Changed and transformed from my own natural shape
All for the deadly sin of gluttony；
From which I could not otherwise escape；
Than by this penance； dieting on grass；
And being worked and beaten as an ass。
〃Think of the ignominy I endured；
Think of the miserable life I led；
The toil and blows to which I was inured；
My wretched lodging in a windy shed；
My scanty fare so grudgingly procured；
The damp and musty straw that formed my bed！
But； having done this penance for my sins；
My life as man and monk again begins。〃
The simple Gilbert； hearing words like these；
Was conscience…stricken； and fell down apace
Before the friar upon his bended knees；
And with a suppliant voice implored his grace；
And the good monk； now very much at ease；
Granted him pardon with a smiling face；
Nor could refuse to be that night his guest；
It being late； and he in need of rest。
Upon a hillside； where the olive thrives；
With figures painted on its white…washed walls；
The cottage stood； and near the humming hives
Made murmurs as of far…off waterfalls；
A place where those who love secluded lives
Might live content； and； free from noise and brawls；
Like Claudian's Old Man of Verona here
Measure by fruits the slow…revolving year。
And； coming to this cottage of content
They found his children； and the buxom wench
His wife； Dame Cicely； and his father； bent
With years and labor； seated on a bench；
Repeating over some obscure event
In the old wars of Milanese and French；
All welcomed the Franciscan； with a sense
Of sacred awe and humble reverence。
When Gilbert told them what had come to pass；
How beyond question； cavil； or surmise；
Good Brother Timothy had been their ass；
You should have seen the wonder in their eyes；
You should have heard them cry； 〃Alas！ alas！
Have heard their lamentations and their sighs！
For all believed the story； and