FABLE.

A wolf, meeting a lamb that ran astray from the flock, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb the Wolf's right to eat him.

 He thus addressed him: "Sirrah, last year you grossly ins
ulted me." " Indeed," bleated the lamb in a mournful tone, " I was not then yet born." 

Then, said the Wolf, " You eat in my pasture." " No good sir," said the Lamb," I have not yet tasted grass."

 Again said the Wolf, " You drink of my well." Said the Lamb, " I never yet drank of water, for it is my mother's milk that provides me both food and drink."

 Upon which the Wolf , seized the lamb and ate him up and exclaimed, "Well, I won't remain supperless even though you refute each one of my imputations."

The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.