—From the Victorian Anthology,
—by Sir M. E. Grant Duff.
1813
A clever man once said to his son: "John, when you chase the dollars, all right; but look out, my boy, when the dollars chase you."
1814
Send your son into the world with good principles, a good education, and industrious habits, and he will find his way in the dark.
1815
TO MY SON.
Some of the rarest gems and most beautiful flowers are often found in out-of-the-way places. Here is one.
Do you know that your soul is of my soul, such part,
That you seem to be fibre and core of my heart?
None other can pain me as you, dear, can do;
None other can please me or praise me as you.
Remember the world will be quick with its blame
If shadow or stain ever darken your name.
"Like mother, like son," is a saying so true,
The world will judge largely of "mother" by you.
Be yours then the task, if task it shall be,
To force this proud world to do homage to me;
Be sure it will say, when its verdict you've won.
"She reaps as she sowed, lo, this man is her son."