Tel them how singularly indulgent you are; insist on the incalculable benefit you conferred upon them, firstly in bringing them into the world at al , but more particularly in bringing them into it as your own children

rather than anyone else's. Say that you have their highest interests at stake whenever you are out of temper and wish to make yourself unpleasant by way of balm to your soul. Harp much upon these highest interests.

Feed them spiritual y upon such brimstone and treacle as the late Bishop of Winchester's Sunday stories. You hold al the trump cards, or if you do not you can filch them; if you play them with anything like judgement you wil find yourselves heads of happy, united, God-fearing families,

even as did my old friend Mr Pontifex. True, your children wil probably find out al about it some day, but not until too late to be of much

service to them or inconvenience to yourself.Some satirists have complained of life inasmuch as al the pleasures

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belong to the fore part of it and we must see them dwindle til we are left, it may be, with the miseries of a decrepit old age.To me it seems that youth is like spring, an overpraised season--delightful if it happen to be a favoured one, but in practice

very rarely favoured and more remarkable, as a general rule, for biting east winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mel ower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. Fontenel e at the age of ninety, being asked what was the happiest time of his life, said he did not know that he had ever been much happier than he then was, but that

perhaps his best years had been those when he was between fifty-five and seventy-five, and Dr Johnson placed the pleasures of old age far higher than those of youth. True, in old age we live under the shadow of Death, which, like a sword of Damocles, may descend at any moment, but we have so long found life to be an affair of being rather frightened than hurt that we have become like the people who live under Vesuvius, and chance it without much misgiving.CHAPTER VI A few words may suffice for the greater number of the young people to

whom I have been al uding in the foregoing chapter. Eliza and Maria, the two elder girls, were neither exactly pretty nor exactly plain, and were in al respects model young ladies, but Alethea was exceedingly pretty

and of a lively, affectionate disposition, which was in sharp contrast with those of her brothers and sisters. There was a trace of her grandfather, not only in her face, but in her love of fun, of which her father had none, though not without a certain boisterous and rather

coarse quasi-humour which passed for wit with many.John grew up to be a good-looking, gentlemanly fel ow, with features a

trifle too regular and finely chisel ed. He dressed himself so nicely, had such good address, and stuck so steadily to his books that he became a favourite with his masters; he had, however, an instinct for diplomacy, and was less popular with the boys. His father, in spite of the lectures he would at times read him, was in a way proud of him as he grew older; he saw in him, moreover, one who would probably develop into a good man of business, and in whose hands the prospects of his house would not be likely to decline. John knew how to humour his father, and was at a comparatively early age admitted to as much of his confidence as it was in his nature to bestow on anyone.His brother Theobald was no match for him, knew it, and accepted his fate. He was not so good-looking as his brother, nor was his address so good; as a child he had been violently passionate; now, however, he was reserved and shy, and, I should say, indolent in mind and body. He was

less tidy than John, less wel able to assert himself, and less skilful in humouring the caprices of his father. I do not think he could have

loved anyone heartily, but there was no one in his family circle who did not repress, rather than invite his affection, with the exception of his sister Alethea, and she was too quick and lively for his somewhat morose temper. He was always the scapegoat, and I have sometimes thought he had two fathers to contend against--his father and his brother John; a third and fourth also might almost be added in his sisters Eliza and Maria. Perhaps if he had felt his bondage very acutely he would not have put up with it, but he was constitutional y timid, and the strong hand of his

father knitted him into the closest outward harmony with his brother and sisters.The boys were of use to their father in one respect. I mean that he played them off against each other. He kept them but poorly supplied

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with pocket money, and to Theobald would urge that the claims of his elder brother were natural y paramount, while he insisted to John upon the fact that he had a numerous family, and would affirm solemnly that his expenses were so heavy that at his death there would be very little to divide. He did not care whether they compared notes or no, provided

they did not do so in his presence. Theobald did not complain even behind his father's back. I knew him as intimately as anyone was likely to know him as a child, at school, and again at Cambridge, but he very

rarely mentioned his father's name even while his father was alive, and never once in my hearing afterwards. At school he was not actively

disliked as his brother was, but he was too dul and deficient in animal spirits to be popular.Before he was wel out of his frocks it was settled that he was to be a clergyman. It was seemly that Mr Pontifex, the wel -known publisher of

religious books, should devote at least one of his sons to the Church; this might tend to bring business, or at any rate to keep it in the firm; besides, Mr Pontifex had more or less interest with bishops and Church

dignitaries and might hope that some preferment would be offered to his son through his influence. The boy's future destiny was kept wel before his eyes from his earliest childhood and was treated as a matter which he had already virtual y settled by his acquiescence. Nevertheless a

certain show of freedom was al owed him. Mr Pontifex would say it was only right to give a boy his option, and was much too equitable to grudge his son whatever benefit he could derive from this. He had the greatest horror, he would exclaim, of driving any young man into a profession

which he did not like.