You must know that sometimes old women like a glass
of wine. One of this sort once found a Wine-jar lying in
the road, and eagerly went up to it hoping to find it full.
But when she took it up she found that all the wine had
been drunk out of it. Still she took a long sniff at the
mouth of the Jar. ‘Ah,’ she cried,
‘What memories cling ‘round the instruments of our
Moral Lesson: ‘What memories cling ‘round the instruments of our