s, and of how King Henry had said, after all his
benefactions, "Did ever a prince have such a subject?"

He must have thought of Uncle Tom and the bells of Nottingham on this
clear night of lovely airs and out-of-door merriments. Over the great
city towered St. Paul's under the rising moon. Afar was the Abbey, with
the dust of kings.

Then he thought of Uncle Benjamin's pamphlets. It seemed useless for one
to look for books in this great city of London.

Franklin never saw ghosts, except such as arise out of conscience into
the eye of the mind. But the old man's form and his counsels now came
into the view of the imagination. His old Boston home came back to his
dreams; Jenny came back to him, and the face of the young woman whom he
had learned to love in Philadelphia.

He resolved to return. America was his land, and he must build with her
builders. He sailed for America with his good adviser, the honest
merchant, July 21, 1726, and left noblemen's sons to learn to swim in
the manner that he himself had mastered the water.

Did he ever see Governor Keith again? Yes. After his return to
Philadelphia he met there upon the street one who was becoming a
discredited man. The latter recognized him, but his face turned into
confusion. He did not bow; nor did Franklin. It was Governor Keith. This
Governor Please-Everybody died in London after years of poverty, at the
age of eighty.

Silence Dogood may have thought of his father's raised spectacles when
he met Sir William that day on the street, and when they did not wish to
recognize each other, or of Jenny's words, "Ben, don't go back."

He had learned some hard lessons from the book of life, and he would
henceforth be true to the most unselfish counsels on earth--the heart
and voice of home.

CHAPTER XXII.

A PENNY ROLL WITH HONOR.--JENNY'S SPINNING-WHEEL.

BENJAMIN became a printer again. By the influence of friends he opened
in Philadelphia an office in part his own.

Benjamin Franklin had no Froebel education. The great apostle of the
education of the spiritual faculties had not yet appeared, and even
Pestalozzi, the founder of common schools for character education, could
not have been known to him. But when a boy he had grasped the idea that
was to be evolved by these two philosophers, that the end of education
is character, and that right habits become fixed or automatic, thus
virtue must be added to virtue, intelligence to intelligence,
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