of my little readers will feel towards me for so carefully writing these same stories down. </p> <p> &ldquo;Come, dear father,&rdquo; said he, the next evening, &ldquo;now tell us about some other little boy who was destined to be a famous man.&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;How would you like a story of a Boston boy?&rdquo; asked his father. </p> <p> &ldquo;O, pray let us have it!&rdquo; cried George, eagerly. &ldquo;It will be all the better if he has been to our schools, and has coasted on the Common, and sailed boats in the Frog Pond. I shall feel acquainted with him. then.&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;Well, then,&rdquo; said Mr. Temple, &ldquo;I will introduce you to a Boston boy whom all the world became acquainted with after he grew to be a man.&rdquo; </p> <p> The story was as follows:&mdash; </p> <p> <br /><br /><br /> <a name="franklin"></a> </p> <h3> BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. </h3> <h4> [BORN 1706, DIED 1790] </h4> <p> In the year 1716, or about that period, a boy used to be seen in the streets of Boston who was known among his schoolfellows and playmates by the name of Ben Franklin. Ben was born in 1706; so that he was now about ten years old. His father, who had come over from England, was a soap-boiler and tallow-chandler, and resided in Milk Street, not far from the Old South Church. </p> <p> Ben was a bright boy at his book, and even a brighter one when at play with his comrades. He had some remarkable qualities which always seemed to give him the lead, whether at sport or in more serious matters. I might tell you a number of amusing anecdotes about him. You are acquainted, I suppose, with his famous story of the WHISTLE, and how he bought it, with a whole pocketful of coppers and afterwards repented of his bargain. But Ben had grown a great boy since those days, and had gained wisdom by experience; for it was one of his peculiarities, that no incident ever happened to him without teaching him some valuable lesson. Thus he generally profited more by his misfortunes than many people do by the most favorable events that could befall them. </p> <p> Ben&rsquo;s face was already pretty well known to the inhabitants of Boston. The selectmen and other people of note often used to visit his father, for the sake of talking about the affairs of the town or province. Mr. Franklin was considered a person of great wisdom and integrity, and was respected by all who knew him, although he supported his family by the humble trade of boiling soap and making tallow candles. </p> <p> While his father and the visitors were holding deep consultations about public affairs, little Ben would sit on his stool in a corner, listening