A GOAT was straying in a vineyard, and began to browse on the tender shoots of a Vine which bore several fine bunches of grapes. “ What have I done to you,” said the Vine, “ that you should harm me thus ? Isn’t there grass enough for you to feed on ? All the same, even if you eat up every leaf I have, and leave me quite bare, I shall produce wine enough to pour over you when you are led to the altar to be sacrificed.”