t we would to-day call the
new education. In this case it was an editorial education.

It was a lovely winter morning. There was joy in all Nature; the air was
clear and keen; the Schuylkill rippled bright in the glory of the sun.
He rose before the sun, and went to his work with a clear conscience,
but probably dreading the anger of the patron when he should give him
his decision.

When the baker's shop opened he may have bought another twopenny roll.
He certainly sat down and ate one, with a dipper of water.

In the later hours of the morning the door opened, and the patron came
in with a beaming face.

"Have you read it?"

"Yes, I have read the article, sir."

"Won't that be a good one? What did you think of it?"

"That I ought not to use it."

"Why?" asked the man, greatly astonished.

"I can not be sure that it would not do injustice to the person whom you
have attacked. There are always two sides to a case. I myself would not
like to be publicly ridiculed in that manner. Detraction leads to
detraction, and hatred begets hate."

"But you must have money, my Boston lad. Have you thought of that?" was
the suggestion.

Franklin drew himself up in the strength and resolution of young
manhood, and made the following answer, which we give, as we think,
almost in his very words:

"I am sorry to say, sir, that I think the article is scurrilous and
defamatory. But I have been at a loss, on account of my poverty, whether
to reject it or not. I therefore put it to this issue. At night, when my
work was done, I bought a twopenny loaf, on which I supped heartily, and
then wrapping myself in my greatcoat slept very soundly on the floor
until morning, when another loaf and a mug of water afforded a pleasant
breakfast. Now, sir, since I can live very comfortably in this manner,
why should I prostitute my press to personal hatred or party passion for
a more luxurious living?"

This experience may be regarded as temporizing, but it was inward
education in the right direction, a step that led upward. It shows the
trend of the way, the end of which is the "path of the just, that leads
more and more unto the perfect day."

A young man who was willing to eat a twopenny roll and to sleep on the
floor of his pressroom for a principle, had in him the power that lifts
life, and that sustains it when lifted. He who puts self under himself
for the sake of justice has in him the gravitation of the skies. Uncle
Ben's counsels