2.63. THE DOVE AND THE BEE. The Bee, compelled by thirst, went to drink in a clear purling rivulet; but the current, with its circling eddy, snatched her away, and carried her down the stream. A dove, pitying her distressed condition, cropt a branch from a neighbouring tree, and let it fall into the water, by means of which the Bee saved herself, and got ashore.
Not long after, a Fowler, having a design upon the dove, planted his nets and all his little artillery in due order, without the Bird's observing what he was about; which the Bee perceiving, just as he was going to put his design in execution she bit him by the heel, and made him give so sudden a start, that the Dove took the alarm, and flew away.
MORAL. Charity will have its rewards one time or other; for certain in the promised recompense hereafter, perhaps in a grateful return here. [more info]
Not long after, a Fowler, having a design upon the dove, planted his nets and all his little artillery in due order, without the Bird's observing what he was about; which the Bee perceiving, just as he was going to put his design in execution she bit him by the heel, and made him give so sudden a start, that the Dove took the alarm, and flew away.
MORAL. Charity will have its rewards one time or other; for certain in the promised recompense hereafter, perhaps in a grateful return here. [more info]
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