THE COUNTRY MOUSE AND THE TOWN MOUSE
An honest, plain sensible Country Mouse is said to have
entertained in his hole, one day, a fine Mouse of the Town. Having
formerly been playfellows together, they were old acquaintances, which
served as an apology for the visit. However, as master of the house, he
thought himself obliged to do the honours of it, in all respects, and to
make as great a stranger of his guest as he possibly could. In order to
do this, he set before him a reserve of delicate grey peas and meat, a
dish of fine oatmeal, some parings of new cheese, and to crown all, with
a dessert, a remnant of a charming mellow apple. In good manners her
forbore to eat any himself, lest the stranger should not have enough,
but, that he might seem to bear the other company, sat and nibbled a
piece of wheaten straw very busily. At last, said the spark of the town,
“Old Crony, give me leave to be a little free with you: how can you bear
to live in this nasty, dirty, melancholy hole here, with nothing but
woods, and meadows, and mountains, and rivulets about you?
Do you not prefer the conversation of the world to the chirping of
birds; and the splendour of a court to the rude aspect of an
uncultivated desert? Come, take my word for it, you will find it a
change for the better. Never stand considering, but away this moment.
Remember we are not immortal, and therefore we have no time to lose.
Make sure of to-day, and spend it as agreeably as you can; you know not
what may happen tomorrow.” In short, these and suchlike arguments
prevailed, and his country acquaintance was resolved to go to town that
night. So they both set out upon their journey together, proposing to
sneak in after the close of the evening. They did so, and about midnight
made their entry into a certain great house, where there had been an
extraordinary entertainment the day before, and several titbits, which
some of the servants has purloined, were hid under the seat of a window.
The country guest was immediately placed in the midst of a rich Persian
carpet: and now it was the courtier’s turn to entertain, who indeed
acquitted himself in that capacity with the utmost readiness and
address, changing the courses as elegantly, and tasting everything first
as judiciously as any clerk of the kitchen.
The other sat and enjoyed himself like a delighted epicure, tickled tot
he last degree with this new turn of his affairs; when, on sudden, a
noise of somebody opening the door made them start from their seats, and
scuttle in confusion about the dining-room. Our country friend, in
particular, was ready to die with fear at the barking of a huge mastiff
or two, which opened their throats just about the same time, and made
the whole house echo. At last recovering himself. “Well,” said he, “if
this be your town life, much good may it do you; give me my poor quiet
hole again, with my homely, but comfortable grey peas.”