PTER XXIX.

"THOSE PAMPHLETS."

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN loved to meet Samuel Franklin, Uncle Benjamin's son,
who also had caught the gentle philosopher's spirit, and was making good
his father's intention. Samuel was a thrifty man in a growing town.

"It is the joy of my life to find you so prosperous," said Franklin,
"for it would have made your father's heart happy could he have known
that one day I would find you so. Samuel, your father was a good man. I
shall never cease to be grateful for his influence over me when I was a
boy. He was my schoolmaster."

"Yes, my father was a good man, and I never saw it as I do now. I was
not all to him that I ought to have been. He was a poor man; he lived as
it were on ideas, and people were accustomed to look upon him as a man
who had failed in life."

"He will never fail while you are a man of right influence," said
Franklin. "He lives in you."

"I feel his influence more and more every day," said Samuel.

"Samuel Franklin, I do. Success does not consist in popularity or
money-making. Right influence is success in life. I have been an
unworthy godson of your father, but I am more than ever determined to
carry out the principles that he taught me; they are the only things
that will stand in life; as for the rest, the grave swallows all. Your
father's life shall never be a failure if my life can bring to it honor.

"Samuel, I have not always done my best, but I resolve more and more to
be worthy of the love of all men when I think of what a character your
father developed. He thought of himself last. He did not die poor. His
hands were empty, but not his heart, and there sleeps no richer man in
the Granary burying ground than he.

"Samuel, he parted with his library containing the notes of his best
thoughts in life in his efforts to come to America to give me the true
lessons in life because I bore his name. It was a brotherly thought
indeed that led my father who loved him to name me for him."

"You speak of his library--his collection of religious books and
pamphlets, which he wrote over with his own ideas; you have touched a
tender spot in my heart. He wanted that I should have those pamphlets,
and that I should try to recover them through some London agent. You are
going to London. Do you think that they could be recovered after so many
years?"

"Samuel, there is a strange thing that I have observed. It is this: When
a man looks earnestly for a thing that some one ha