Benjamin Franklin; Self-Revealed, Volume 2 (of 2): A Biographical and Critical Study Based Mainly on his own WritingsBruce, Wiliam Cabell
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Benjamin Franklin; Self-Revealed, Volume 2 (of 2): A Biographical and Critical Study Based Mainly on his own Writings
Bruce, Wiliam Cabell
Franklin, Benjamin, 1706-1790
He left Gravesend for Philadelphia on July 23, 1726, after having been in
London for about eighteen months. During the greater part of this time, he
had worked hard, and spent but little money upon himself except in seeing
plays and for books. It was Ralph who had kept him straitened by borrowing
sums from him amounting in the whole to about twenty-seven pounds. "I had
by no means improv'd my fortune," Franklin tells us in the _Autobiography_,
"but I had picked up some very ingenious acquaintance, whose conversation
was of great advantage to me; and I had read considerably."[7]
After a long voyage, he was again in Philadelphia, and Keith was now a
private citizen. When Benjamin met him on the street, he showed a little
shame at the sight of his dupe, but he passed on without saying anything.
Keimer seemed to have a flourishing business. He had moved into a better
house, and had a shop well supplied with stationery, plenty of type, and a
number of hands, though none of them were efficient.
Mr. Denham opened a store in Water Street, and the merchandise brought over
with him was placed in it. Benjamin gave his diligent attention to the
business, studied accounts, and was in a little while an expert salesman.
But then came one of those sudden strokes of misfortune, which remind us on
what perfidious foundations all human hopes rest. Beginning with his
relations to Mr. Denham, Franklin narrates the circumstances in these
words:
We lodg'd and boarded together; he counsell'd me as a
father, having a sincere regard for me. I respected and
loved him, and we might have gone on together very
happy, but, in the beginning of February, 1726/7, when
I had just pass'd my twenty-first year, we both were
taken ill. My distemper was a pleurisy, which very
nearly carried me off. I suffered a good deal, gave up
the point in my own mind, and was rather disappointed
when I found myself recovering, regretting, in some
degree, that I must now, some time or other, have all
that disagreeable work to do over again. I forget what
his distemper was; it held him a long time, and at
length carried him off. He left me a small legacy in a
nuncupative will, as a token of his kindness for me,
and he left me once more to the wide world; for the
store was taken into the care of his executors, and my
employment under him ended.
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