When, in God's good time, you are king of this country, you may claim your own way, but until then do not venture to cross the plans of one who is both your parent and your monarch.

One parent yet is lefta wretched thing, A sad survivor of his buried wife, A palsy-smitten, childish, old, old man, A semblance most forlorn of what he was, A merry cheerful man.

I only am left, with unavailing grief To mourn one parent dead, and see one live Of all life's joys bereft and desolate: Am left with a few friends, and one, above The rest, found faithful in a length of years, Contented as I may, to bear me on To the not unpeaceful evening of a day Made black by morning storms!

A Child (1814) Model of thy parent dear, Serious infant worth a fear: In thy unfaultering visage well Picturing forth the son of TELL, When on his forehead, firm and good, Motionless mark, the apple stood; Guileless traitor, rebel mild, Convict unconscious, culprit-child!

Past midnight this poor Maid hath spun, And yet the work is not half done, Which must supply from earning scant A feeble bed-rid parent's want.

'Tis a simple Christian child, Missionary young and mild, From her stock of Scriptural knowledge, Bible-taught without a college, Which by reading she could gather, Teaches him to say OUR FATHER To the common Parent, who Colour not respects, nor hue.

By Mary Lamb Small beauty to your Book my lines can lend, Yet you shall have the best I can, sweet friend, To serve for poor memorials 'gainst the day That calls you from your Parent-roof away, From the mild offices of Filial life To the more serious duties of a Wife.

O parent mild, stand not my foe" For his mother had whisper'd something low About "matching beneath his condition.

XXV "But a leer from her eye, where Cupids lie, Of love gave proof apparent; And, from something she dropp'd, I shrewdly ween'd, In her heart she judged, that a living Fiend Was better than a dead Parent.

There lies the parent stock which gave us life, Which I will see consign'd with tears to earth.

" "You talking that way!" admonished the twice-poohed parent.

The people like himself on those other worlds would be the sport of confusing impulses, in the long run obeying some deeper instinct whose source was in the parent star dust, wandering or taking root in their own strange soils.

The Romans felt strongly against any man who disinherited his children without very good reason; the will of such a parent was called inofficiosum, "made without a proper feeling of duty," and the disinherited children had an action at law to recover their proper share.

The Fathers also insist that marriage without a paternal parent's consent is fornication.

If the children were unorthodox, they were to have absolutely no share of either parent's goods.[280]

He returned an even more anxious-looking parent than he had gone.

little Jane became the parent of Caterina and of Maggie Tulliver; and Shirley prepared the way for Meredith's large-limbed, large-brained, large-hearted women.

Shirley's vision of the woman kneeling on the hills serves for more than Emily Brontë's vision of Hertha and Demeter, of Eve, the Earth-mother, "the mighty and mystical parent"; it is Charlotte Brontë's vindication of Eve, her vision of woman as she is to be.

Again, he is calling to "Percy", the father of Mary, his bride, the rose that he plucked from its parent stem, that died from the plucking.

The bantling would not be born at Vienna till early in the century to come: but even before the end of the eighteenth century it could be foreseen that its life would be bound up with the maintenance of Constantinople in independence of any one of the parent powersthat is, with the prolongation of the Osmanli phase of its imperial fortunes.

COMMITTEE ON THE FAMILY & PARENT EDUCATION.

The psychology of parent-child relationships.

SEE Symonds Percival M. SYMONDS, PERCIVAL M. The psychology of parent-child relationships.

" The giddy parent, startled and conscious, turned a conciliating smile that way.

The desperation of her act appeared to her while she was walking Mama Lalotte home; still, if nothing but force will restrain a parent, you must use force.