82 FAVOURITE FABLES.

In the evening, however, he called upon his friend, to
inquire whether he would return to the hive, but found him
surfeited in sweets, which he was as unable to leave as to
enjoy. Clogged in his wings, enfeebled in his feet, and his
whole frame totally enervated, he was but just able to bid his
friend adieu, and to lament, with his latest breath, that
though a taste of pleasure may quicken the relish of life, an
unrestrained indulgence is inevitable destruction.

MORAL.

Moderation rewards and intemperance punishes itself.

FABLE LXI.
THE TURKEY AND THE ANT.

A Turkey, tired of common food,
Forsook the barn, and sought the wood;
Behind her ran her infant train,
Collecting here and there a grain.

‘* Draw near, my birds,’’ the mother cries,
** This hill delicious fare supplies ;

Behold the busy negro race,

See millions blacken all the place.