"Fill the waterpots with water," said Jesus to the servants.

They filled them up to the brim with clear, fresh water.

De La Salle Fifth Reader — Part 25

"Draw out now, and carry to the chief steward of the feast."

De La Salle Fifth Reader — Part 25

When the chief steward had tasted the water made wine, and knew not whence it was, he called the bridegroom and said to him: "Every man at first setteth forth good wine, and when men have well drunk then that which is worse; but thou hast kept the good wine until now."

De La Salle Fifth Reader — Part 25

The steward had supposed at first that the host had wished to give an agreeable surprise to the company assembled at his table; but the latter, to his amazement, was at once made aware that a wondrous deed had been accomplished--that water had been changed into wine!

From this beautiful story of the first miracle of Jesus, we learn that Jesus Christ is God, and that Mary, the Mother of God, whose intercession is all-powerful with her Divine Son, has a loving and motherly care over the smallest of our life's concerns.

PRECEDED, went before in order of time. The prefix _pre_- means _before_. Tell what the following words mean:

prefix, predict, prepare, prejudge, prescribe, predestine, precaution, precursor, prefigure, prearrange.

Read the sentences of the Lesson that express commands.

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.

But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing you may have life in His Name.

Sweet blessèd beads! I would not part With one of you for richest gem That gleams in kingly diadem: Ye know the history of my heart.

For I have told you every grief In all the days of twenty years, And I have moistened you with tears, And in your decades found relief.

Ah! time has fled, and friends have failed, And joys have died; but in my needs Ye were my friends, my blessed beads! And ye consoled me when I wailed.

For many and many a time, in grief, My weary fingers wandered round Thy circled chain, and always found In some Hail Mary sweet relief.

How many a story you might tell Of inner life, to all unknown; I trusted you and you alone, But ah! ye keep my secrets well.

Ye are the only chain I wear-- A sign that I am but the slave, In life, in death, beyond the grave, Of Jesus and His Mother fair.