ithin your reach, if
you are good for anything. Let me see the great seal--let me handle it
before I die--do, that's a dear; if not, go back to your Colony pond,
and sing with your provincial frogs, and I hope to Heaven the fust
long-legged bittern that comes there will make a supper of you."

"Then sais you to the young parson, 'Arthur,' sais you 'Natur jist
made you for a clergyman. Now, do you jist make yourself 'Archbishop of
Canterbury.' My death-bed scene will be an awful one, if I don't see you
'the Primate'; for my affections, my hopes, my heart, is fixed on it.
I shall be willin' to die then, I shall depart in peace, and leave this
world happy. And, Arthur,' sais you, 'they talk and brag here till one
is sick of the sound a'most about "Addison's death-bed." Good people
refer to it as an example, authors as a theatrical scene and hypocrites
as a grand illustration for them to turn up the whites of their cold
cantin' eyes at. Lord love you, my son,' sais you, 'let them brag of it;
but what would it be to mine; you congratulatin' me on goin' to a better
world, and me congratulatin' you on bein' "Archbishop." Then,' sais you,
in a starn voice like a boatsan's trumpet--for if you want things to be
remembered, give 'em effect, "Aim high," Sir,' sais you. Then like my
old father, fetch him a kick on his western eend, that will lift him
clean over the table, and say 'that's the way to rise in the world, you
young sucking parson you. "Aim high," Sir.'

"Neither of them will ever forget it as long as they live. The hit does
that; for a kick is a very _striking_ thing, that's a fact. There
has been _no good scholars since birch rods went out o' school, and
sentiment went in_."

"But you know," I said, "Mr. Slick, that those high prizes in the
lottery of life, can, in the nature of things, be drawn but by few
people, and how many blanks are there to one-prize in this world."

"Well, what's to prevent your boys gettin' those prizes, if colonists
was made Christians of, instead of outlawed, exiled, transported,
oncarcumcised heathen Indgean niggers, as they be. If people don't put
into a lottery, how the devil can they get prizes? will you tell
me that. Look at the critters here, look at the publicans, taylors,
barbers, and porters' sons, how the've rose here, 'in this big lake,'
to be chancellors and archbishops; how did they get them? They 'aimed
high,' and besides, all that, like father's story of the gun, by 'aiming