oth.' Take your pleasure when young, and you must
consent to work when old; but if you set out vigorously, determined to
labor hard in early life, when you come to my age, Tony, you may be able
to enjoy your rest"--and here he waved his hand round, as though to show
the room in which they sat,--"to enjoy your rest, not without dignity."

Tony was an attentive listener, and Sir Arthur was flattered, and went
on. "I am sincerely glad to have the opportunity of these few moments
with you. I am an old pilot, so to say, on the sea you are about to
venture upon; and really, the great difficulty young fellows have in
life is, that the men who know the whole thing from end to end will not
be honest in giving their experiences. There is a certain 'snobbery'--I
have no other word for it--that prevents their confessing to small
beginnings. They don't like telling how humble they were at the start;
and what is the consequence? The value of the whole lesson is lost! Now,
I have no such scruples, Tony. Good family connections and relatives
of influence I had; I cannot deny it. I suppose there are scores of men
would have coolly sat down and said to their right honorable cousin or
their noble uncle, 'Help me to this,--get me that;' but sach was not my
mode of procedure. No, sir; I resolved to be my own patron, and I went
to India."

When Sir Arthur said this, he looked as though his words were: "I
volunteered to lead the assault It was I that was first up the breach."
"But, after all, Tony, I can't get the boys to believe this." Now
these boys were his three sons, two of them middle-aged, white-headed,
liverless men in Upper India, and the third that gay dragoon with whom
we have had some slight acquaintance.

"I have always said to the boys, 'Don't lie down on your high
relations.'" Had he added that they would have found them a most
uncomfortable bed, he would not have been beyond the truth. "'Do as I
did, and see how gladly, ay, and how proudly, they will recognize
you.' I say the same to you, Tony. You have, I am told, some family
connections that might be turned to account?"

"None, sir; not one," broke in Tony, boldly.

"Well, there is that Sir Omerod Butler. I don't suspect he is a man of
much actual influence. He is, I take it, a bygone."

"I know nothing of him; nor do I want to know anything of him," said
Tony, pushing his glass from him, and looking as though the conversation
were one he would gladly change for any ot