a brisk young cock, scratching for something with which to entertain his favourite hens, happened to turn up a jewel. feeling quite sure that it was something precious, but not knowing well what to do with it, he addressed it with an air of affected wisdom, as follows: "you are a very fine thing, no doubt, but you are not at all to my taste. for my part, i would rather have one grain of dear delicious barley than all the jewels in the world."