A HOUND, who in the days of his youth and strength had never yielded to any beast of the forest, encountered in his old age a boar in the chase. —
He seized him boldly by the ear, but could not retain his hold because of the decay of his teeth, so that the boar escaped. —
His master, quickly coming up, was very much disappointed, and fiercely abused the dog. —
The Hound looked up and said, “It was not my fault. —
master: my spirit was as good as ever, but I could not help my infirmities. —
I rather deserve to be praised for what I have been, than to be blamed for what I am.”