William. How, pray?
Grandfather. If you were playing with a toy, and Bartle wished to have it, perhaps you would part from it to please him; if you did, you would oblige him.
William. Should not I want it myself?
Grandfather. You would be pleased to see him delighted with it, and he would love you the better, and when George goes out, and you stay at home, if you love him as well as you do yourself, you will be happy to see his joy.
William. I shall be happy to see his joy.
Grandfather. Your parents are always watching over you all, for your good; in order to correct what is amiss in your tempers, and teach you how you ought to behave; they will rejoice to see you fond of each other, and will love you all the better.
William. Grandpa, I remember that my brother wrote a piece last Christmas, which you called Brotherly Love.—I wish I could remember it.
Grandfather. I recollect it;—you shall learn to repeat it.
William. I shall like that; pray let me hear it now, sir.
Grandfather. You shall.