One of these little flitting society girls, compared to a
substantial Christian girl, reminds me of a butterfly compared
to a honey-bee. The butterfly flits here and there with its
beautiful color, and nobody ever knows what it’s for or where
it goes. The honey-bee flies from flower to flower, lighting
with a velvet tread upon each blossom, extracting its sweetness
without marring its beauty, and lays up honey to bless the
world.--“Famous Stories of Sam P. Jones.”
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