My tale ends here. I have plucked and used my last quill, and nothing remains but the stump. Age is telling on me, the effort to write seems too great. I must, therefore, see my physician.
LAST CHAPTER.
In which it will be shown that with beasts, as with men, one revolution follows another, and that they are all more or less alike in fair promises, and failures to fulfil them.
THE Animals were once more assembled, and the tumult of voices worse than ever. Each and all of them were clamouring for reform.
“Of what do you complain?” cried the Fox, addressing the crowd.
“If we only knew our grievances,” they replied, “we should not complain.”
“We do not know,” said a voice, “but if we examine we shall find out.”
“Examine them, by all means,” cried the Fox.