AN American Statesman who had twisted the tail of the British Lion

　　until his arms ached was at last rewarded by a sharp, rasping

　　sound.

　　"I knew your fortitude1 would give out after a while," said the

　　American Statesman, delighted; "your agony attests2 my political

　　power."

　　"Agony I know not!" said the British Lion, yawning; "the swivel in

　　my tail needs a few drops of oil, that is all."