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to a soft, delicate, and artificial beauty, — the one attired as a boy, on her head a glittering helmet; the other dressed as a girl, on her head a tire trimmed with pearls, —he will judge his very love to be manly if he should choose quite differently from that effeminate Phrygian shepherd.) He will teach him this new lesson, that the worth and eminence of true virtue lies in the ease and profit and pleasure of her employment, which is so far from being difficult that children can practise it as well as men, the simple as the crafty. Regulation, not force, is her instrument. Socrates, her prime favourite, intentionally lays aside his strength to slip into the naturalness and ease of her progression. She is the foster-mother of human joys. By making them honest, she makes them certain and pure; by moderating them, she keeps them in breath and in appetite; by cutting out those that she refuses us, she makes us the keener for those that she leaves us, and she leaves us in abundance all those that Nature approves, even to satiety, like a mother, if not to lassitude; unless perchance we choose to say that the authority which stops the toper before drunkenness, the glutton before indigestion, the lecher before baldness, is a foe to our pleasures. If ordinary fortune plays her false,^[1] she escapes its blows, or does without it and makes for herself another all her own, no longer wavering and unsteady. She knows how to be rich and powerful and learned, and to sleep in perfumed beds; she loves life, she loves beauty, glory, and health. But her proper and especial function is to know how to make a disciplined use of these good things, and to know how to lose them unmoved: a function much more noble than grievous, without which the whole course of life is perverted, turbulent, and disfigured, and one may fairly attribute to it those rocks and bramble-bushes, and those monsters.^[2] If the pupil proves to be of such a wayward humour that he prefers to listen to a fabulous story rather than to the narrative of an interesting Journey or to a wise saying when he hears it; if, at the sound of the tabour that awakens the youthful ardour of his comrades, he turns aside to another note that invites him to the sports of the