The water pitcher . , we must not at once conclude that heis acting imprudently or wrong. We oughtto suspend our judgments; time will tellwhether he was right or wrong. Weshould observe the same course with regardto such men, that religion teaches us tohold with regard to many things that Goddoes or permits to happen. At first, hisways are often utterly unintelligible to us;but in the end, we find that they were justand good. It were well that we couldalways follow this rule—never to prejudgethe conduct of a good and prudent man,and much less the ways of a most wise andbounteous God. The burgo
The water pitcher . , we must not at once conclude that heis acting imprudently or wrong. We oughtto suspend our judgments; time will tellwhether he was right or wrong. Weshould observe the same course with regardto such men, that religion teaches us tohold with regard to many things that Goddoes or permits to happen. At first, hisways are often utterly unintelligible to us;but in the end, we find that they were justand good. It were well that we couldalways follow this rule—never to prejudgethe conduct of a good and prudent man,and much less the ways of a most wise andbounteous God. The burgomaster then raising his glass,amid the plaudits of the whole party, drankto the health of Mr. Frank, the bride andbridegroom, the brides mother, and all the 6* S5 THE WATER PITCHER. guests; and thus closed as happy a wedding feast as ever had been celebrated. When the company had retired, thebride took the pitcher, and gently address-ing her husband, Many a time, said she, I brought this pitcher, full of water, to. my old friend; would it not be a goodthing if I brought it to her this evening, forthe last time, with the wine ? The hus-band took his hat at once, to accompanyher. The brides mother suggested that it 66 THE WATER PITCHER. would be better to run the wine in No, no, said old Mr. Frank, the pitcherwill be more welcome to old Martha. ButI will send a servant with bottles to havethe wine bottled and sealed in presence ofthe young couple. The bride and bridegroom then walkedby the light of the moon through thestreets of the town. Oh, what a transportof joy was it not to the good old servant,now in her eightieth year, when she sawthe young pair in their bridal dress enterher humble abode! When she saw thepitcher with its gorgeous wreaths, andheard the whole story, and tasted therestoring beverage—the like of which hadnever passed her lips—big tears, burstingfrom her grateful heart, rolled down herface, as she raised to her lips the rich oldwine, which sho
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