m from the dead to an
immortal life, and who will reward and punish him hereafter according to
his character and actions here.
ON THESE PLAIN PRINCIPLES
I hesitate not to assert as a Christian, that religion is the first
rational object of education. Whatever be the fate of my children in
this transitory world, about which I hope I am as solicitous as I ought
to be, I would, if possible, secure a happy meeting with them in a
future and everlasting life."
"A suspicious parent makes an artful child," says Haliburton. A tender
parent makes a wayward son. A cruel parent makes a timid son. Be harsh
when harshness is necessary, but be kind when kindness is needful, for
as the grass of the fields needs the light of the sun, so does the human
heart yearn for sympathy and kindness, in all the years of its wonderful
growth. Parents may in a great measure do much of the teaching which
that
NOTORIOUSLY HARSH SCHOOLMASTER, EXPERIENCE,
deals out, who beats our boys and girls so brutally. I cannot, in
closing this chapter, do better than to quote the words of wise old
Roger Ascham: "He hazardeth sore that maketh wise by experience. An
unhappy sailor he is that is made wise by many shipwrecks, a miserable
merchant that is neither rich nor wise but after some bankrouts. It is a
marvelous pain to find a short way by long wandering. He needs must be a
swift runner that runneth fast out of his way. And look well upon the
former life of those few who have gathered, by long experience, a little
wisdom and some happiness; and when you do consider what mischief they
have committed, what dangers they have escaped (and yet twenty for one
do perish in the adventure) then think well with yourself whether you
would that your own son should come to wisdom and happiness by such
experience or no."
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BROTHER AND SISTER
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,
That's curdled by the frost from purest snow,
And hangs on Dian's temple.
But good my brother,
Do not as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.--Shakspeare.
There has always been a charm for me in the speech of the
haughty _Coriolanus_ concerning _Valeria_, the sister of _Publicola_.
There is such a noble al
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