deck of the _Essex_ beside Captain Porter as
she sailed down the Delaware river, to the time when he stood in the
proud glory of his title, the first admiral of America, his is the
story of a man who won his fame by a never varying attention to detail,
a never ending effort for self-improvement, and a never relaxed
adherence to duty.

All honour to Midshipman Farragut--the Admiral-to-be!

MOZART:

The Boy Musician

Johannes Chrysostemus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart--what a burden to be
put upon a baby's tiny shoulders!

If there is any truth underlying the belief that a name can in some
measure foreshadow a child's future, then surely Wolfgang Mozart, who
was born in Salzburg in 1756, came honestly by his heritage of
greatness, for when he was only a day old he received the five-part
name, to which was later added his confirmation name of Sigismundus.
But as soon as he could choose for himself, the little son of Marianne
and Leopold Mozart from his store of names, selected Wolfgang, to which
he added Amadeus, by which combination he was always known, and the
name is for ever linked with the memory of a great genius.

Almost before he could talk plainly the little fellow showed himself to
be a musical prodigy, and when he was scarcely three years old he would
steal into the room where his father was giving a lesson on the
harpsichord to Anna (or "Nannerl," as she was called), the sister five
years older than himself, and while she was being taught, Wolfgang
would listen and watch with breathless attention.

One day when the lesson was over, he begged his father to teach him
too, but Leopold Mozart only laughed as he answered, glancing down into
the child's serious face looking so intently into his:

"Wait, my little man, thou art but a baby yet. Wait awhile, my Wolferl!"
and the disappointed little musician crept away, but as soon as Nannerl
and his father had left the room, the tiny fellow crept back again,
went to the harpsichord and standing on tiptoe, touched the keys with
his chubby fingers stretched wide apart until he reached and played _a
perfect chord_! Leopold Mozart was in another part of the house, but
his sensitive ear caught the sound, and he rushed back to find his baby
on tiptoe before the harpsichord, giving the first hint of his
marvellous ability.

At once the proud and excited father began to give him lessons, and
always, too, from that day, whenever Nannerl had her lesson, Wolfgang