AN EAGLE sat on a lofty rock, watching the movements of a Hare whom he sought to make his prey. —
An archer, who saw the Eagle from a place of concealment, took an accurate aim and wounded him mortally. —
The Eagle gave one look at the arrow that had entered his heart and saw in that single glance that its feathers had been furnished by himself. —
“It is a double grief to me,” he exclaimed, “that I should perish by an arrow feathered from my own wings.”