counsel us. The Boy and the Nettles A BOY was stung by a Nettle. He ran home and told his Mother, saying, Although it hurts me very much, I only touched it gently.
That was just why it stung you, said his Mother. The next time you touch a Nettle, grasp it boldly, and it will be soft as silk to your hand, and not in the least hurt
you. Whatever you do, do with all your might. The Man and His Two Sweethearts A MIDDLE-AGED MAN, whose hair had begun to turn gray, courted two women at the same time.
One of them was young, and the other well advanced in years. The elder woman, ashamed to be courted by a man younger than herself, made a point, whenever her admirer