up a little scene which recently occurred at our table. A child, whose beautiful eyes are really deserving of praise, refused to eat spinach. As a child I was just the same; for a long time I loathed spinach, until in later life my tastes altered, and it became one of my favorite dishes. The mention of this dish brings my own childhood and that of my child's near together. “You should be glad that you have some spinach,” his mother had said to the little gourmet.

“Some children would be very glad to get spinach.” Thus I am reminded of the parents' duties towards their children. Goethe's words —

“To earth, this weary earth, ye bring us,

To guilt ye let us heedless go” —