of our deeds is selected and given to us? Perhaps quite a little

one, one that we have forgotten, but which has been recorded- small as

a pea, but the pea can send out a blooming shoot. The poor bumpkin who

sat on a low stool in the corner, and was jeered at and flouted,

will perhaps have his worn-out stool given him as a provision; and the

stool may become a litter in the land of eternity, and rise up then as

a throne, gleaming like gold and blooming as an arbor. He who always

lounged about, and drank the spiced draught of pleasure, that he might