Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt like you and me? "Tis not enough no harshness gives offense, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Know, then, thyself-presume not God to scan: Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, For forms of government let fools contest; All must be false that thwart this one great end Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Yet simple nature to his hope has given Where slaves once more their native land behold, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire; That mercy I to others show, 1 "I have often wondered," says wrote The Dunciad should have Cowper, "that the same poet who written these lines." Ir is no wonder that the colonial period of our country's history was one of comparative literary barrenness. Our forefathers were too busily engaged in subduing the wilderness, and in laying the foundations of states, to occupy themselves much with writing books. Accordingly it was to the mother-country that they looked for intellectual food; and as regards learning, culture, art, and literature, the six generations of colonists were in a state of almost absolute dependence on England. The books and pamphlets of a political nature that came from the press were elicited by local causes, and possessed but transient interest; while the few sallies in "belles-lettres" were feeble imitations of the English poets and essayists of the eighteenth century. In the midst of this provincial dependence and intellectual sterility stands out in sharp relief the luminous figure of Franklin,-the first truly great original literary man of America, the first American in whom the inarticulate genius of our country found prophetic voice. The father of this illustrious man, about the year 1685, emigrated from Old England to New England, and established himself in Boston as a tallow-chandler and soap-boiler. He lived in a little house in Milk Street, opposite the Old South Church; and here was born to him his fifteenth child and youngest son. Taking the new-born in his arms, Josiah Franklin carried him to the church across the street, and had him baptized Benjamin. The day of his birth and baptism was January 17, 1706. At this time Queer Anne sat on the throne of England, Pope was a sickly dwarf of nineteen, Addison had not yet written his Spectator, and the father of George Washington was a Virginia lad of ten. In his delightful Autobiography, Franklin has told us in the most charming manner the story of his youthful life. When eight years old he was sent to the grammar school, but straitened circumstances compelled his early withdrawal; and at the age of ten he was employed in "cutting wicks for the candles, filling the dipping-mold," etc. This was so distasteful to Benja min, that he began to talk of going to sea. To prevent this, his father bound the lad apprentice to his elder brother James, a printer. During the five years of his apprenticeship with his brother, young Franklin was a diligent reader of all the books he could lay his hands on. His method of study, and to what advantage he turned his reading, will be seen in the extract from the Autobiography. Franklin's brother was a man of sharp temper, and he frequently beat and otherwise harshly treated Benjamin. The result was that after five years his apprenticeship became unendurable, and he determined to run away and seek his fortune. First he went to New York; but, disappointed in getting work there, he continued his travels, afoot and by sloop, to Philadelphia, where he arrived at nine o'clock on a Sunday morning, a friendless lad, his "whole stock of cash," as he tells us, "consisting of a Dutch dollar and about a shilling in copper." Buying three penny rolls, he ate one as he walked up the street, with the others under his arms, and his pockets stuffed with stockings and shirts. "Thus," says Franklin, "I went up Market Street, passing by the door of Mr. Read, my future wife's father; when she, standing at the door, saw me, and thought I made, as I certainly did, a most awkward, ridiculous appearance." In Philadelphia, Franklin obtained employment as journeyman in one of the only two printing-offices then in that town. It was not long, however, before he was able to start an office of his own; and he soon enlarged his business by publishing in 1736 a bi-weekly paper, "The Philadelphia Gazette," which young Franklin edited with great ability, and which, as he tells us, "soon proved extremely profitable." In this same year he took to wife his youthful sweetheart Miss Read. She proved to be a sensible woman and a devoted wife, truly a helpmeet to him. Franklin's numerous letters to her during the many years he passed in England showed that his affection ripened with his years. His great Franklin soon became a man of mark. intelligence and industry, his ingenuity in devising better systems of economy, education, and improvement, now establishing a circulating library, now publishing a popular pamphlet, and presently also hist valuable municipal services, — rapidly won for him |