A Town and Country Mouse visited each other. The Town Mouse was fed basic food at leisure; the Country Mouse had to run away from fine food. He ran home.
Better beans and bacon in peace than cakes and ale in fear.
Now you must know that a Town Mouse once upon a time went on a visit to his cousin in the country. He was rough and ready, this cousin, but he loved his town friend and made him heartily welcome. Beans and bacon, cheese and bread, were all he had to offer, but he offered them freely. The Town Mouse rather turned up his long nose at this country fare, and said: “I cannot understand, Cousin, how you can put up with such poor food as this, but of course you cannot expect anything better in the country; come you with me and I will show you how to live. When you have been in town a week you will wonder how you could ever have stood a country life.”
No sooner said than done: the two mice set off for the town and arrived at the Town Mouse’s residence late at night. “You will want some refreshment after our long journey,” said the polite Town Mouse, and took his friend into the grand dining-room. There they found the remains of a fine feast, and soon the two mice were eating up jellies and cakes and all that was nice.
Suddenly they heard growling and barking. “What is that?” said the Country Mouse. “It is only the dogs of the house,” answered the other. “Only!” said the Country Mouse. “I do not like that music at my dinner.” Just at that moment the door flew open, in came two huge mastiffs, and the two mice had to scamper down and run off. “Good-bye, Cousin,” said the Country Mouse, “What! going so soon?” said the other. “Yes,” he replied; “Better beans and bacon in peace than cakes and ale in fear.”
A Country Mouse, a plain, sensible sort of fellow, was once visited by a former companion of his, who lived in a neighbouring city. The Country Mouse put before his friend some fine peas, some choice bacon, and a bit of rare old Stilton, and called upon him to eat heartily of the good cheer. The City Mouse nibbled a little here and there in a dainty manner, wondering at the pleasure his host took in such coarse and ordinary fare. In their after-dinner chat the Town Mouse said to the Country Mouse, “Really, my good friend, that you can keep in such spirits in this dismal, dead-and-alive kind of place, surprises me altogether. You see here no life, no gaiety, no society in short, but go on and on, in a dull humdrum sort of way, from one year’s end to another. Come now, with me, this very night, and see with your own eyes what a life I lead.” The Country Mouse consented, and as soon as it fell dark, off they started for the city, where they arrived just as a splendid supper given by the master of the house where our town friend lived was over and the guests had departed. The City Mouse soon got together a heap of dainties on a corner of the handsome Turkey carpet. The Country Mouse, who had never even heard the names of half the meats set before him, was hesitating where he should begin, when the room-door creaked, opened, and in entered a servant with a light. The companions ran off, but everything soon being quiet again, they returned to their repast, when once more the door opened, and the son of the master of the house came in with a great bounce, followed by his Little Terrier, who ran sniffing to the very spot where our friends had just been. The City Mouse was by that time safe in his hole–which, by the way, he had not been thoughtful enough to show to his friend, who could find no better shelter than that afforded by a sofa, behind which he waited in fear and trembling till quietness was again restored. The City Mouse then called upon him to resume his supper, but the Country Mouse said, “No, no; I shall be off as fast as I can. I would rather have a crust with peace and quietness, than all your fine things in the midst of such alarms and frights as these.”
Aesop For Children
A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite.
After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes.
When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. But just as the Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of pastry, she heard a Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When at last they ventured back to the feast, the door opened suddenly and in came the servants to clear the table, followed by the House Dog.
The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse’s den only long enough to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella.
“You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not,” she said as she hurried away, “but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country with the peace and security that go with it.”
Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty.
A country mouse invited a Town Mouse, an intimate friend, to pay him a visit and partake of his country fare. As they were on the bare plowlands, eating there wheat-stocks and roots pulled up from the hedgerow, the Town Mouse said to his friend, “You live here the life of the ants, while in my house is the horn of plenty. I am surrounded by every luxury, and if you will come with me, as I wish you would, you shall have an ample share of my dainties.” The Country Mouse was easily persuaded, and returned to town with his friend. On his arrival, the Town Mouse placed before him bread, barley, beans, dried figs, honey, raisins, and, last of all, brought a dainty piece of cheese from a basket. The Country Mouse, being much delighted at the sight of such good cheer, expressed his satisfaction in warm terms and lamented his own hard fate. Just as they were beginning to eat, someone opened the door, and they both ran off squeaking, as fast as they could, to a hole so narrow that two could only find room in it by squeezing. They had scarcely begun their repast again when someone else entered to take something out of a cupboard, whereupon the two Mice, more frightened than before, ran away and hid themselves. At last the Country Mouse, almost famished, said to his friend: “Although you have prepared for me so dainty a feast, I must leave you to enjoy it by yourself. It is surrounded by too many dangers to please me. I prefer my bare plowlands and roots from the hedgerow, where I can live in safety, and without fear.”
A PLAIN, but honest, country mouse,
Residing in a miller’s house,
Once, on a time, invited down
An old acquaintance of the town:
And soon he brought his dainties out;
The best he had, there’s not a doubt.
A dish of oat-meal, and grey peas,
With half a candle and some cheese;
Some beans, and, if I’m not mistaken,
A charming piece of Yorkshire bacon.
And then to show he was expert
In such affairs, a fine dessert
Was next produc’d, all which he press’d
With rustic freedom on his guest.
But he, the city epicure,
This homely fare could not endure;
Indeed, he scarcely broke his fast
By what he took, but said, at last,
“Old crony, now, I’ll tell you what,
I don’t admire this lonely spot;
This dreadful, dismal, dirty hole,
Seems more adapted for a mole
Than ’tis for you; O! could you see
My residence, how charm’d you’d be.
Instead of bringing up your brood
In wind, and wet, and solitude,
Come, bring them all at once to town,
We’ll make a courtier of a clown.
I think that, for your children’s sake,
‘Tis proper my advice to take.”
“Well,” said his host, “I can but try,
And so, poor quiet hole, good bye!”
Then off they jogg’d for many a mile,
Talking of splendid things the while;
At last, in town they all arriv’d—
Found where the city mouse had liv’d—
Enter’d at midnight through a crack,
And rested from their tedious track.
“Now,” said the city mouse, “I’ll show
What kind of fare I’ve brought you to:”
On which he led the rustic mice
Into a larder, snug and nice,
Where ev’ry thing a mouse could relish
Did ev’ry shelf and nook embellish.
“Now is this not to be preferr’d
To your grey peas?” “Upon my word
It is,” the country mouse replied;
“All this must needs the point decide.”
Scarce had they spoke these words, when, lo!
A tribe of servants hasten’d through,
And also two gigantic cats,
Who spied our country mouse and brats.
Then, by a timely exit, she
Just saved herself and family.
“Oh! ask me not,” said she, in haste,
“Your tempting dainties more to taste;
I much prefer my homely peas
To splendid dangers such as these.”
Then let not those begin to grumble,
Whose lot is safe though poor and humble;
Nor envy him who better fares,
But for each good has twenty cares.
There goes an old story of a country mouse that invited a city-sister of hers to a country collation, where she spar’d for nothing that the place afforded; as mouldy crusts, cheese parings, musty oatmeal, rusty bacon, and the like. Now the city-dame was so well bred, as seemingly to take all in good part: but yet at last, Sister (says she, after the civilest fashion) why will you be miserable when you may be happy? Why will you lie pining, and pinching your self in such a lonesome starving course of life as this is; when ’tis but going to town along with me; to enjoy all the pleasures, and plenty that your heart can wish? This was a temptation the country mouse was not able to resist; so that away they trudg’d together, and about midnight got to their journeys end. The city mouse shew’d her friend the larder, the pantry, the kitchin, and other offices where she laid her stores; and after this, carry’d her into the parlour, where they found, yet upon the table, the reliques of a mighty entertainment of that very night. The city-mouse carv’d her companion of what she lik’d best, and so to’t they fell upon a velvet couch together: The poor bumkin that had never seen, nor heard of such doings before, bless’d her self at the change of her condition, when (as ill luck would have it) all on a sudden, the doors flew open, and in comes a crowd of roaring bullies, with their wenches, their dogs, and their bottles, and put the poor mice to their wits end, how to save their skins. The stranger especially, that had never been at this sport before; but she made a shift however for the present, to slink into a corner, where she lay trembling and panting ’till the company went their way. So soon as ever the house was quiet again, Well: my court sister, says she, if this be the way of your town-gamboles, I’ll e’en back to my cottage, and my mouldy cheese again; for I had much rather lie knabbing of crusts, without either fear or danger, in my own little hole, than be mistress of the whole world with perpetual cares and alarums.
The difference betwixt a court and a country life. The delights, innocence, and security of the one, compar’d with the anxiety, the lewdness, and the hazards of the other.
Mus rusticus, videns urbanum murem rus deambulantem, invitat ad cenam depromitque omne penum ut tanti hospitis expleat lautitiam. Urbanus ruris damnat inopiam urbisque copiam laudat, secumque in urbem ducit rusticum. Qui, inter epulandum attonitus insolitis clamoribus, cum intellexerat periculum quotidianum esse, dixiturbano muri, “Tuae dapes plus fellis quam mellis habent. Malo securus esse cum mea inopia quam dives esse cum tua anxietate.”