Besides, you will say to yourself, why, when my successor left me but a miserable two dozen of that grand wine of his, should I bequeath a whole hogshead to him who may come after me, and who, moreover, may be so bad a judge of wine that he will value my treasure no more than an equal quantity of the rough country vintage ?" "Avaunt, tempter!" the priest said, laughing.

"But," he added more seriously, "you have frightened me.

I never thought of that.

I have always pictured my successor as a man who would appreciate good wine as I do myself.

Truly, it would be a terrible misfortune did he not do so--a veritable throwing of pearls before swine.