Happy if only you find, and finding do not lose it. Yes, we must seek what is good, it always and it only; Not indeed absolute good, good for us, as is said in the Ethics, That which is good for ourselves, our proper selves, our best selves. Ah, you have much to learn, we can’t know all things at twenty. Partly you rest on truth, old truth, the duty of Duty, Partly on error, you long for equality. Ay, cried the Piper, That’s what it is, that confounded _égalité_, French manufacture, He is the same as the Chartist who spoke at a meeting in Ireland, _What, and is not one man, fellow-men, as good as another?_ _Faith_, replied Pat, _and a deal better too_! So rattled the Piper: But undisturbed in his tenor, the Tutor. Partly in error Seeking equality, _is not one woman as good as another_? I with the Irishman answer, _Yes, better too_; the poorer Better full oft than richer, than loftier better the lower, Irrespective of wealth and of poverty, pain and enjoyment, Women all have their duties, the one as well as the other; Are all duties alike? Do all alike fulfil them? However noble the dream of equality, mark you, Philip, Nowhere equality reigns in all the world of creation, Star is not equal to star, nor blossom the same as blossom; Herb is not equal to herb, any more than planet to planet. There is a glory of daisies, a glory again of carnations; Were the carnation wise, in gay parterre by greenhouse, Should it decline to accept the nurture the gardener gives it, Should it refuse to expand to sun and genial summer, Simply because the field-daisy that grows in the grass-plat beside it, Cannot, for some cause or other, develop and be a carnation? Would not the daisy itself petition its scrupulous neighbour? Up, grow, bloom, and forget me; be beautiful even to proudness, E’en for the sake of myself and other poor daisies like me. Education and manners, accomplishments and refinements, Waltz, peradventure, and polka, the knowledge of music and drawing All these things are Nature’s, to Nature dear and precious, We have all something to do, man, woman alike, I own it; We all have something to do, and in my judgment should do it In our station; not thinking about it, but not disregarding; Holding it, not for enjoyment, but simply because we are in it. Ah! replied Philip, Alas! the noted phrase of the Prayer-book, _Doing our duty in that state of life to which God has called us_, Seems to me always to mean, when the little rich boys say it, Standing in velvet frock by mamma’s brocaded flounces, Eyeing her gold-fastened book and the watch and chain at her bosom, Seems to me always to mean, Eat, drink, and never mind others. Nay, replied Adam, smiling, so far your economy leads me,