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 alliance of the brother and the sister. The one is
a man in high regard; therefore his sister likewise takes on those
correlative qualities which make her the moon of Rome, the Goddess
Diana, as it were. The young man of good quality will begin his life