A father had one son and one daughter, the former remarkable for his good looks, the latter for her extraordinary intelligence. One day while they were playing, they happened by chance to look together into a mirror that was placed on their mother’s dressing table.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 the same otherwise into the reflection on herself.

She ran off to her father, to be avenged on her Brother, and spitefully accused him of having, as a boy he made use of that which belonged only to girls.

Her father embraced them both, and bestowing his 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.”

Moral of the story: Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind. Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent. Strength does not come from physical capability. It comes from an indomitable will.