an old woman found an empty jar which had lately been full of

prime old wine and which still retained the fragrant1 smell of its

former contents. she greedily placed it several times to her

nose, and drawing it backwards2 and forwards said, "o most

delicious! how nice must the wine itself have been, when it

leaves behind in the very vessel3 which contained it so sweet a

perfume!"

the memory of a good deed lives.