Letter 940: Praise for Proclus and his father Erethius.

It seems to me that the gods, in rewarding the virtue of your father Erethius, have granted him your providence. Your father was truly remarkable, having devoted himself with zeal both to eloquence and, even more, to the beauty of character. His son also shows that he is truly a child of such a man, being gentle and wishing to be like him. Having never pained anyone, he has endured those who pained him; and having been saved by you while doing what is right, he naturally remembers those who saved him, acting as he should toward you and gladdening me with the same news. To me, this is the sweetest of sounds—whenever someone sings the praises of you or the man who begot you. Many are those who sing these things while praying for your life and rule; these are well-wishers across continents and islands, knowing that their affairs are in better hands because of your counsels. You have also improved my own private circumstances by those whom you recently commissioned, so that one could see those who used to be downcast now looking cheerful, just as they did when you were not sending them.