When he finished this the master brought him another just like it, and told him to cut a branch in it. So for weeks he worked on these big, rough stones, and he did not know what they were for.
One day, when he was walking down town in the large city, he saw a beautiful building. He went over to look at it, and there, in front of that large building, were all those big, rough stones upon which he had been working for so long; but they were all put together now to form a most beautiful picture. The man looked at it a long time and then said: “O how glad I am I did it well! Now I see what the master meant.”
FORGIVE THE WRONG.
Dear child, has some one done you ill?
Don’t hasten to resent it;
Oft those who seek a swift revenge
Find leisure to repent it.
Though anger loud for vengeance cries,
Again, again deny it;
Two wrongs will never make one right,