esponsible people, and your firm are delighted. You now have the
most powerful lines of money-making in the world right in your hands.
You are the man who can "place the goods." You are practically a
partner. If you have perfected yourself in your art, and if you are not
in business for yourself, it is because you do not want it so to be.

EXAMPLES.

Lives of great men all remind us
We may make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us,
Footprints on the sands of time.--Longfellow.

It is hard to follow in the tracks of giants, but
nevertheless the sands of our time are filled with that kind of
footprints. The present century has beholden some of the most
astonishing elevations of all history. Slaves have become Roman
Emperors, but we hardly know what "slave" meant in those days. Within
the last hundred years we see a poor old dame with three sons called
Joseph, Napoleon and Jerome. We see a cooper's son called Michel Ney, an
inn-keeper's son called Joaquin Murat, a lawyer's son named Jean
Bernadotte, a military cadet named Louis Davout, and a lame boy called
Charles Talleyrand. Behold them mounting the ladder until, at the end of
thirty years, the roster stands thus. Joseph Bonaparte, King of Spain;
Napoleon Bonaparte, greatest warrior of modern times and Emperor of
France, which meant dictator of Europe; Jerome Bonaparte, King of
Westphalia; Michel Ney, Prince of the Moskwa and Bravest of the Brave;
Joaquin Murat, King of Naples; Jean Bernadotte, King of Sweden, and
founder of the present dynasty; Louis Davout, Prince of Eckmuhl, and, in
1811,

COMMANDER OF NEARLY 600,000 MEN;

Charles Talleyrand, Prince of Benevento, and perhaps the greatest
diplomat in history. We have Ben Franklin learning to ink type in his
youth and in his maturity teaching the world how to subdue our favorite
slave, the lightning. We have Daniel Webster ploughing on a farm and
afterward delighting two worlds with the magic of his voice. We see John
Jacob Astor arrive in America scarcely able to speak English, and die in
1848 worth more than any other man in America at that time. We see
George Peabody at work in a grocery at Danvers. Years afterward, as a
London banker, we chronicle his charities, almost fabulous in their
extent: To Danvers, Mass., two hundred and fifty thousand dollars; to
the Baltimore Institute, one million four hundred thousand dollars; to
the poor of London, two million five