have ten; and for every dollar an hundred; and with these you will make thousands more. Thus, under God, you wil have the glory to be the artificer of your own fame and fortune: and that will bring ten thousand times more honour and happiness, to you, Ben, than all the money that governors and fathers could ever give you.

Ben's countenance brightened as his father uttered this; then heaving a deep sigh, as of strong hope that such great things might one day be realized, he said, Well father, God only knows what I am to come to; but this I know, that 1 feel in myself a determination to do my best."

"I believe you do, my son, and I thank God most heartily that I have such good reason to believe you do. And when I consider, on the one hand, what a fine field for fame and fortune this new country presents to young men of talents and enterprise: and on the other hand, what wonders you, a poor unknown and unfriended boy have done in Philadelphia, in only six months, I feel transported at the thought of what you may yet attain before my gray hairs descend to the grave. Who knows, Ben, for God is good, my son, who knows but that a fate like that of young Joseph, whom his brethren drove into Egypt, may be in reserve for you? And who knows but that old Jacob's joys may be mine? that like him, after all my anxieties on your account, I may yet hear the name of my youngest son, my beloved Benjamin, coming up from the South, perfumed with praise for his great virtues and services to his country? Then when I hear the sound of his fame rising from that distant land, like the pleasant thunders of summer before refreshing showers, and remember how he used to stand a little prattling boy by my side, in his rosy cheeks and flaxen locks filling the candle moulds, or twisting the snow white cotton wicks with nis tender fingers, O how will such remembrance lighten up the dark evening of my days, and cause my setting sun to go down in joy!'

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He spoke this in tones so melting, that Ben, who was sitting by his father's side, fell with his face on his bosom, without saying a word. The fond parent, hearing him sob, tenderly embraced him, and with a voice broken with sighs, went on, "Yes, my son, the measure of my joys will then be full. I shall have nothing to detain me any longer in this vale of troubles, but shall gladly breathe out my life in praise to God for this h's last, his crowning act of goodness-for this his blessing me in my son."

After a moment's pause, the feelings of both being too deliciously affected for speech, Ben gently raised his face from his father's bosom, and with his eves yet red and wet with tears, tenderly looking at him, said, I would to God, father, you would go and live in Philadelphia."

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Why so, my son?"

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"Because, I don't want ever to part with you, father: and I am, you know, obliged to go back to Philadelphia immediately."

"Not immediately, my son, I cannot let you go from me immediately."

“Father, I would never go from you, if I could help it; but I must be doing something to make good your fond hopes of me; and I can't stay here."

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Why not, my son?”

Father, I can't stay with those who hate me; and you know that brother James hates me very much." "O! he does not hate you, I hope, my son.

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"Yes, he does, father, indeed he does; because I only differed from him in opinion and ventured to reason with him, he kindled into passion and abused me even to blows, though I was in the right, as you told him afterwards. And because I told him I did not think he acted the part of a brother by me in wishing to make me a slave so many years, he went about town and set all the printers against me, and thus drove me away from home, and from you, my father, whom I so much love. And just now, when I went to his office to see him, instead of running to meet me and rejoicing to see me returned safe and sound and so well dressed and a plenty of money in my pocket, he would not even speak but looked as dark and angry as though he would have torn me to pieces. And yet he can turn up his eyes, and make long prayers and graces, and talk a great deal about JESUS CHRIST!"

to me,

The old man here shook his head with a deep groan, while Ben thus went on, No, father, I can't stay here; I must be going back to Philadelphia and to my good friend governor Keith; for I long to be realizing all the great hopes that you have been forming of me. And should God but give me a good settlement in Philadelphia, then you will come and five with me. O say, my father, wont you come and iive

with me?"

Ben spoke this, looking up to his father with that joy of

filial love sparkling in his youthful eyes which like all that we fancy of angels.

The old man embraced him and said, "I will; but stay with me a little while, at the le and then you may depart." Ben consenting gentleman wrote a polite letter to governor k him very heartily for that he, so great a ma paid such attentions to his poor boy: but at begged his pardon for declining to do any th only because he had very little in his power because he thought him too young to be intr conduct of an enterprise that required much r than he possessed.

Of the three days which Ben, as we have consented to stay at home, he spent the ch his father, in his old candle manufactory. nappy sire, whose natural affection for Be now exalted into the highest respect for hi talents and virtues; and perhaps too, looking young mountain oak, whose towering arms tect the parent tree, insisted that Ben should dirty place, as he called it. But knowing could not be spared from his daily labour, B with him in the old shop, and to assist in minding his father how sweetly the time pa at work and conversing with those we love length consented: and those three days, now were the happiest days he had spent for a aged bosom was now relieved from his six fears and anxieties about this beloved chi but this beloved child, shining in a light of was now with him, and as a volunteer of fil gling in his toils-eagerly lending his you assist him in packing and boxing his ca while his sensible conversation, heighten

expressible, and made the happy hours fly away as on angels' wings.

On the afternoon of the third day, as they were returning from dinner, walking down the garden, at the foot of which the factory stood, the old gentleman lifting his eyes to the sun, suddenly heaved a deep sigh and put on a melancholy look.

"High, father!" said Ben, "I see no cloud over the sun that we should fear a change of weather."

"No, Ben, there is no cloud over the sun, but still his beams throw a cloud over my spirits. They put me in mind that I shall walk here to-morrow, but with no son by my side!"

The idea was mournful: and more so by the tender look and plaintive tones in which it was conveyed. It wrung the heart of Ben, who in silence glanced his eyes on his father. It was that tender glance of sorrowing love which quickest reaches the heart and stirs up all its yearnings. The old gentleman felt the meaning of his son's looks. They seemed to say to him, "O my father, must we part to-mor

row ?"

"Yes, Ben, we part to-morrow, and perhaps never to meet again!"

After a short pause, with a sigh, he thus resumed his speech-Then, O my son, what a wretch were man without religion? Yes, Ben, without the hopes of immortality, how much better he had never been born? Without these, his noblest capacities were but the greater curses. The more delightful his friendships the more dreadful the thought they may be extinguished for ever; and the gayer his prospects the deeper his gloom, that endless darkness may so quickly cover all. We were yesterday feeding fond hopes, my son; we were yesterday painting bright castles in the air: you were to be a great man and I a happy father. But alas! this is the last day, my child, that we may ever see each other again. And the sad reverse of all this may even now be at the door; when I, instead of hearing of my son's glory in Philadelphia, may hear that he is cold in his grave. And when you, returning-after years of virtuous toils, returning laden with riches and honours for your happy father to share in, may see nothing of that father but the tomb that covers his dust."

Seeing the moisture in Ben's eyes, the old gentleman,

with a voice risine to exultation, thus went on. “ Ves. Bens

this may soon be the case with us, my child; tain of our separation soon may drop, and mine be flooded with sorrows. But thanks b curtain will rise again, and open to our view of happiness, one glance at which is sufficie tear of transport into our eyes. Yes, Ben, r us of all this; religion assures us that this morning of our existence-that there is a glo beyond and that to the penitent, death is but that happy life where they shall soon meet ag more, but to congratulate their mutual felic Then, O my son, lay hold of religion, and terest in those blessed hopes that contribute virtues and the joys of life."

"Father," said Ben with a sigh, "I know ple here in Boston think I never had any rel if I had I have apostatized from it."

"God forbid! But whence, my son, coul dices have arisen?"

These p

You

No, child; what is it, for I have forgotte "I thought so, father, I thought you had b to forget it. But I have not, nor ever shall "What is it, Ben?"

"Why, father, when our pork, one fall, ready for the barrel, I begged you to say gra once; adding that it would do as well and sa of time."

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It was

"Pshaw, Ben, such a trifle as that, and in a not be remembered against you now." "Yes, father, I am afraid it is. and so forgetful of my errors as you. serted in the Boston NEWS LETTER, and is r to the discredit of my religion. And they ha against me on another account. While I li father, you always took me to meeting with I left you and went to live with my brother