One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and in the midst
of them grew a tuft of grass.
"How," I cried to the grass, "does a poor plant like you dare to be
found in the company of roses?"
And I ran to tear away the tuft, when the grass replied:
"Spare me! It is true, I am not a rose; but you will perceive from my
perfume that I have been among the roses."
This is a very pretty fable for young people. It makes us recollect
If we had no one to associate with, we should be unhappy. We need
feel and what we think. But we must take care as to the choice of