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ous, and you will be happy. At least, you will, by such conduct, stand the best chance for such con. sequences. I pray God to bless you both! being ever your affectionate friend,

B. FRANKLIN

ON THE DEATH OF HIS BROTHER,
MR. JOHN FRANKLIN.

TO MISS HUBBARD. I CONDOLE with you. We have lost a most dear and valuable relation. But it is the will of God and nature, that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life. This is rather an embryo state, a preparation for living. A man is not completely born until he be dead. Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals, a new member added to their happy society? We are spirits. That bodies should be lent us, while while they can afford us pleasure, assist us in acquiring knowledge, or doing good to our fellow-creatures, is a kind and benevolent act of God. When they become unfit for these purposes, and afford us pain instead of pleasure, instead of an aid b'comes an incumbrance, and answer none of the intentions for which they were given, it is equally kind and benevolent that a'way is provided by which we may get rid of them. Death is that way. We ourselves, in some cases, prudently choose a partial death. A mangled painful limb, which cannot be restored, we willingly cut off. He who plucks out a tooth, parts with it freely, since the pain goes with it: and he who quits the whole body, parts at once with all pains, and possibilities of pains and diseases, it was liable to, or capable of making him suffer.

Our friend and we are invited abroad on a party of pleasure, which is to last for ever. His chair was seady first, and he is gone before us. We could not all conveniently start together; and why should you

and I be grieved at this, since we are soon to follow, and know where to find him ? Adieu,

B. FRANKLIN.

TO THE LATE
DOCTOR MATHER, OF BOSTON

RES. SIR, I RECEIVED your kind letter, with your excellent advice to the people of the United States, which I read with great pleasure, and hope it will be duly regarded. Such writings, though they may be lightly passed over by many readers, yet if they make a deep impression on one active mind in a hundred, the effects may be considerable.

Permit me to mention one little instance, which, though it relates to myself, will not be quite uninteresting to you. When I was a boy, I met with a book entitled “Essays to do good," which I think was written by your father. It has becn so little re. garded by a former possessor, that several leaves of it were torn out; but the remainder gave me such a turn of thinking, as to have an influence on my conduct through life ; for I have always set a greater value on the character of a doer of good, than any other kind of reputation ; and if I have been, as you seem to think, a useful citizen, the public owes the advantage of it to that book

You mention your being in your seventy-eighth year. I am in my seventy-ninth. We are grown old together. It is now more than sixty years since I left Boston; but I remember well both your father and grandfather, having heard them both in the pulpit, and seen them in their houses. The last time I saw your father was the beginning of 1724, when I visited

him after my first trip to Pennsylvania. He received me in his library; and, on my taking leave, showed me a shorter way out of the house, through a narrow passage, which, was crossed by a beam over head. We were still talking as I withdrew, he accompanying me behind, and I turning partly towards him, when he said hastily, “ Stoop! stoop!” I did not understand hiin till I felt my head hit against the beam. He was a man who never missed any occasion of giving instruction ; and upon this he said to me : “You are young, and have the world before you: stoop as you go through it, and you will miss many hard thumps." This advice, thus beat into my head, has frequently been of use to me; and I often think of it when I see pride mortified and mis. fortuues brought upon people by their carrying their heads too high

I long much to see again my native place; and once hoped to lay my bones there. I left it in 1723. I visited it in 1733,1743, 1753, and 1763; and in 1773 I was in England. In 1775 I had a sight of it, but could not enter, it being in possession of the enemy. I did hope to have been there in 1783, but could not obtain my dismission froin this employment here; and now I fear I shall never have that happiness. My best wishes huwever attend my dear country, “esto perpetua." It is now blessed with an excellent constitution : may it last for ever!

This powerful monarchy continues its friendship for the United States. It is a friendship of the ut. most importance to our security, and should be carefully cultivated. Britain has not yet well digested the loss of its dominion over us; and has still at times some flattering hopes of recovering it. Acci. dents may increase those hopes, and encourage dan gerous attempts. A breach between us and France would infallibly bring the English again upon our backs: and yet we have some wild beasts among our countrymen, who are endeavouring to weaken that connexion.

Let us preserve our reputation, by performing our engagements; our credit, by fulálling our contracts; and our friends, by gratitude and kindness : for me

know not how soon we inay again have occasion for all of thein. With great and sincere esteem,

I have the honour to be,

Rev. Sir,
Your most obedient and
Most humble serrant,

B. FRANKLIN, . Pussy, May 12th, 1784.

THE WHISTLE A True Story--Written to his Nephew. WHEN I was a child, at seven years old, my friends, on a holiday, filled my pockets with coppers. I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children; and, being charmed with the sound of a whistle, that I met by the way in the hands of another boy, I voluntarily offered him all my money for one. I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers, and sisters, and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth. This put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money; and they laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation ; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure.

This, however, was afterwards of use to me, the impression continuing on my mind; so that often, when I was tempted to buy some unnecessary thing. I said to inyself, "Don't give too much for the whistle ; and so I saved my money.

As I grew up, came into the world, and observed the actions of men, I thought I met with many, very inany, who gave too much for their whistle.

When I saw any one too ambitious of court fa. vours, sacrificing his time in attendance on levees, liis repose, his liberty, his virtue, and perhaps his

friends, to attain it, I have said to myself, This man gives too much for his whistle.

When I saw another fond of popularity, constantly employing himself in political bustles, neglecting his own affairs, and ruining them by that neglect; He pays indeed, says I, too much for his whistle.

If I know a miser, who gave up every kind of comfortable living, all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow-citizens, and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth; Poor man, says I, you do indeed pay too much for your whistle.

When I meet a nian of pleasure, sacrificing every laudable improvement of the mind, or of his fortune, to mere corporeal sensations; Mistaken man, says I, you are providing pain for yourself instead of plea: sure: you give too much for your whistle.

If I see one fond of fine clothes, fine furniture, fine equipages, all above his fortune, for which he contracts debts, and ends his career in prison; Alas, says I, he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle.

When I see a beautiful sweet tempered girl, mars ried to an ill-natured brute of a husband; What a pity it is, says 1, that she has paid so much for a whistle.

In short, I conccived that great part of the inise, ries of mankind were brought upon them by the false estimates they had made of the value of things, and hy their giving too much for their whistles.

A PETITION.
To those who have the Superintendency of

Education. I ADDRESS myself to all the friends of youth, and conjure them to direct their compassionate regards to my unhappy fate, in order to remove the prejudices of which I am the victim. There are twin sisters of us; and the two eyes of man do not more resemble, nor are capable of being upon better terms with each

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