I remember being in a city where I noticed that the people resorted to
a favorite well in one of the parks. I said to a man one day:
"Does the well never run dry?"
The man was drinking of the water out of the well; and as he stopped
drinking, he smacked his lips, and said:
"They have never been able to pump it dry yet. They tried it a few
years ago. They put the fire-engines to work, and tried all they could
to pump the well dry; but they found there was a river flowing right
under the city."
Thank God, the well of salvation can never run dry either!