would like to study Latin."

"Well, what is to hinder you, Ben? One only needs to learn the alphabet
to learn all that can be known through books. You know _that_ now."

"I would like to learn French. Other boys can; I can not."

"The time will come when you can. The gates open before a purpose. You
can study French later in life, and, it may be, make as good use of
French as any of them."

"Why can not I do as other boys?"

"You can, Ben. You can so live that the Boston Latin School to which you
can not go now will honor you some day."

"I would be sorry to see another boy feel as I have felt when I have
seen the boys going to that school with happy faces to learn the things
that I want to know. But father has done the best that he can for me."

"Yes, Ben, he has, and you only need to do the best that you can for
yourself to graduate at the head of all in the school of life. I know
how to feel for you, Ben. I have stood in shoes like yours many times.
When you have done as I have told you, then think of me. The world may
soon forget me. I want you so to live that it will not as soon forget
you."

The cloud passed from the boy's face. Hope came to him, and he was merry
again. He locked Jenny in his arms, whirled her around, and said:

"I am glad to hear the bells ring for other boys, even if I must go to
my trade."

"I like the spirit of what you say," said Uncle Benjamin. "You have the
blood of Peter Folger and of your Great-uncle Tom in your veins. Peter
gave his heart to the needs of the Indians, and to toleration; your
Great-uncle Tom started the subscription for the bells of Nottingham,
and became a magistrate, and a just one. You may not be able to answer
the bell of the Latin School, but if you are only true to the best that
is in you, little Ben, you may make bells ring for joy. I can hear them
now in my mind's ear. Don't laugh at your old uncle; you can do it,
little Ben--can't he Jenny?"

"He just can--I can help him. Ben can do anything--he may make the Latin
School bell ring for others yet--like Uncle Tom. He is the boy to do it,
and I am the sister to help him to do it--ain't I, Uncle Benjamin?"

CHAPTER XVIII.

LITTLE BEN'S ADVENTURES AS A POET.

THAT was a charmed life that little Ben Franklin led in the early days
of his apprenticeship. He always thought of provincial Boston as his
"beloved city." When he grew old, the Boston of his boyhood was to him a
delightful dream.

He a