art was touched at the scene. He thought of his lost
children, who were sleeping under the cover of the violets now.

"It is going to rain again," he said. "The robins are all singing, and
we will have to go home. But, children, I want to leave a lesson in your
minds. Listen to Uncle Ben, whose heart is glad to see you so loving
toward each other and me.

"_More than wealth, more than fame, more than anything, is the power of
the human heart, and that power is developed by seeking the good of
others._ Live for influences that multiply, and for the things that
live. Now what did I say, Ben?"

"You said that more than wealth, more than fame, more than anything, was
the power of the human heart, and that that power was developed in
seeking the good of others."

"That's right, my man.--Now, Jenny, what did I say?"

"I couldn't repeat all those big words, uncle."

"Well, you lovely little _creeter_, you; you do not need to repeat it;
you know the lesson already; it was born in you; you have the Franklin
heart!"

"Beloved Boston," Franklin used to say when he became old. What wonder,
when it was associated with memories like these!

FOOTNOTE:

[A] The old man's own words to Benjamin on war.

CHAPTER XII.

A CHIME OF BELLS IN NOTTINGHAM.

SOME time after Uncle Benjamin, who became familiarly known as Uncle
Ben, had revealed to little Ben his heart's secret, and how that he had
for his sake sold his library of pamphlets, which was his other self,
the two again went down to the wharves to see the ships that had come
in.

They again seated themselves in an anchored boat.

"Ben," said Uncle Benjamin, "I have something more on my mind. I did not
tell you all when we talked here before. You will never forget what I
told you--will you?"

"Never, uncle, if I live to be old. My heart will always be true to
you."

"So it will, so it will, Ben. So it will. I want to tell you something
more about your Great-uncle Thomas. You favor him. Did any one ever tell
you that the people used to think him to be a wizard?"

"No, no, uncle. You yourself said that once. What is a wizard?"

"It is a man who can do strange things, no one can tell how. They come
to him."

"But what made them think him a wizard?"

"Oh, people used to be ignorant and superstitious, like Reuben of the
Mill, your father's old friend and mine. There was an inn called the
World's End, at Ecton, near an old farm and forge. The people used to
g