The cavalry captain Kurtzhagen was invited to dine with King Frederick II. "From what noble house are you descended?" asked the king. "From none whatever," replied Kurtzhagen. "My parents are only poor country people, but I would not exchange them for any other parents in the world." "Well said," replied the king. "Woe to him who is so mean as to be ashamed of his parents." 1485 "Father," said a young man on his death-bed, "you have been very good to me. You have given me a fine education, and you have placed me in a fine social position; you have done everything for me in a worldly sense; but, dear father, you never told me much of a hereafter. Now I am dying." 1486 If any one toil for a parent, it is not fitting to bear remembrance of the toil. 1487 The good conduct of the father and mother is the blessing of the children. 1488 ALL FOOLS NOW. A little Boston girl was encouraged by her parents to study so much that her brain gave way, and she is now an idiot. This is a sad result, but the parents must find some consolation in the thought that they have made their daughter like themselves. 1489 It so falls out, that, What we have we prize, not to the worth, While we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then, we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us, Whilst it was ours. --_Shakespeare._ Note: Applicable to one's parents. 1490 PARTING. We twain have met like the ships upon the sea, Who hold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet; One little hour! and then, away they speed On lonely paths, through mists, and cloud, and foam, To meet no more. --_A. Smith._ 1491 PARTING FROM FRIENDS. When forc'd to part from those we love, Though sure to meet to-morrow; We yet a kind of anguish prove, And feel a touch of sorrow. But oh! what words can paint the fears When from those friends we sever, Perhaps to part for months--for years-- Perhaps to part for ever. 1492 Control your passion or it will control you. --_Horace._ 1493 Nothing overcomes passion sooner than silence. --_French._ 1494 Remember, three things come not back; The arrow sent upon its track-- It will not swerve, it will not stay Its speed; it flies to wound or slay; The spoken word, so soon forgot By thee, but it has perished not; In other hearts 'tis living still, And doing work for good or ill; And the lost opportunity That cometh back no more to thee. In vain thou weep'st, in vain dost yearn, These three will never more return. 1495 Let by-gones be by-gones; let the past be forgotten. --_Dr. Webster._ 1496