My Dear Son... Remember That

You Cannot Know, Should I Discribe To You; The Feelings Of A Parent . . . . Four Years Have Already Past Away Since You Left Your Native Land, And This Rural Cottage-humble Indeed, When Compared To The Palaces You Have Visited, And The Pomp You Have Been Witness To. But I Dare Say You Have Not Been So Inattentive An Observer, As To Suppose That Sweet Peace, And Contentment, Cannot Inhabit The Lowly Roof, And Bless The Tranquil Inhabitants, Equally Guarded And Protected, In Person And Property, In This Happy Country, As Those Who Reside In The Most Elegant And Costly Dwellings.

What Is Meat For One Is Not For Another--no Accounting For Fancy.

The Character Which A Youth Acquires In The Early Part Of His Life Is Of Great Importance Towards His Future Prosperity-one False Step May Prove Irretrievable To His Future Usefulness.

What Is It That Affectionate Parents Require Of Their Children; For All Their Care, Anxiety, And Toil On Their Accounts? Only That They Would Be Wise And Virtuous, Benevolent And Kind.

What Is The History Of Mighty Kingdoms And Nations, But A Detail Of The Ravages And Cruelties Of The Powerful Over The Weak?