ion on a man, stop; your
reasonin' and details may ruin you. Like a feller who sais a good thing,
he'd better shove off, and leave every one larfin' at his wit, than stop
and tire them out, till they say what a great screw augur that is. Well,
if you find he opens the colonies, and patronises the smart folks, leave
your sons there if you like, and let 'em work up, and work out of it, if
they are fit, and time and opportunity offers. But one thing is sartain,
_the very openin' of the door will open their minds_, as a matter of
course. If he don't do it, and I can tell you before hand he won't--for
they actilly hante got time here, to think of these things--send your
boys here into the great world. Sais you to the young Lawyer, 'Bob,'
sais you, '"aim high." If you don't get to be Lord Chancellor, I shall
never die in peace. I've set my heart on it. It's within 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