A FATHER had one son and one daughter, the former remarkable for his good looks, the latter for her extraordinary ugliness. —
While they were playing one day as children, they happened by chance to look together into a mirror that was placed on their mother’s chair. —
The boy congratulated himself on his good looks; —
the girl grew angry, and could not bear the self-praises of her Brother, interpreting all he said (and how could she do otherwise? —
) into reflection on herself. She ran off to her father. —
to be avenged on her Brother, and spitefully accused him of having, as a boy, made use of that which belonged only to girls. —
The father embraced them both, and bestowing his kisses and affection impartially on each, said, “I wish you both would look into the mirror every day: —
you, my son, that you may not spoil your beauty by evil conduct; —
and you, my daughter, that you may make up for your lack of beauty by your virtues.”