QUITE A LITTLE PARABLE.
The Rector (returning from day's fishing—in reply to usual question). "Sport? Oh! Wretched!! Wretched!!! Tried every Dodge I could think of, but nothing would tempt 'em."
Canny Scot (who rather suspects the Rector of a fondness for good living). "A—weel Recthor, na doot they set some on us a poorful example i' no givin' way to their Carnal Procleevities, and refusin' to be ta'en in by the fa'se blandishments o' the Deevil, i' the shape o' yer awn Artifeecial Flees."