A long, long time ago, in the summer-time, a man was stung in
the face by a bee. This made him mad, and he swore and swore
and then swore again. The swear was so hot that his kettle of
time boiled over and he wasted half an hour swearing at the
bee. A friend who was sorry to hear him swear, said: “Jim, I am
sorry for you. I think that bee might have stung you in a better
place.” Again the kettle boiled over. “Where might it have stung
me?” asked the swearer. “Why, it would have been better for you
if it had stung you on the tip of your tongue.” Read the third
chapter of James and then think of the need of a bee on the tip
of the tongue--J. M. FARRAR.
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