A YOUNG MAN, a great spendthrift, had run through all his patrimony and had but one good cloak left. —
One day he happened to see a Swallow, which had appeared before its season, skimming along a pool and twittering gaily. —
He supposed that summer had come, and went and sold his cloak. —
Not many days later, winter set in again with renewed frost and cold. —
When he found the unfortunate Swallow lifeless on the ground, he said, “Unhappy bird! —
what have you done? By thus appearing before the springtime you have not only killed yourself, but you have wrought my destruction also.”