Rutilia followed her son Cotta into exile so dearly did she love him, yet no one saw her shed a tear after his burial.

She had shown her affection when it was needful, she restrained her sorrow when it was superflous.

Imitate the example of these great women as you have imitated their virtues.

I want you not to _beguile_ your sorrow by amusements or occupations, but to _conquer_ it.

For you may now return to those philosophical studies in which you once showed yourself so apt a proficient, and which formerly my father checked.