When real discomforts come, we look back and wonder how we could have fretted under those which were only imaginary.
THE BOASTFUL FLY.
A FLY that had lodged on a crumbling wall, seeing other flies swarming around it, began to boast about their numbers, saying:
“Look at us! Multitudes in this little space! We are everywhere—in the garden among the flowers, in the field amid the clover, in the woods darting in and out of the sunbeams that fall between the branches.”
Here a humming-bird lighted in a trumpet-vine that grew over the wall. Said the fly: