"Ben, Ben, how could you! Come here; my eyes are failing me, Ben, but my heart will never fail me.--Jamie, prepare for him his old room, and leave us to talk together!" "I will go out to Mrs. Mecom's, and tell her that Benjamin has come home." "Yes, yes, go and call Jenny." They talked together long: of Josiah, now gone; of Uncle Benjamin, long dead; and of Parson Sewell, and the deacons of the South Church, who had passed away. The door opened. Jenny again stood before him. She led on a boy by the hand, and said to her portly brother: "This, Benjamin, is Benjamin." They talked together until the tears came. He heard the whir of the swallows' wings in the chimney. "The swallows come back," he said, "but they will never come again. It fills my heart with tenderness to hear these old home sounds." "No, _they_ will never come back from the mosses and ferns under the elms," said his mother. "The orioles come, the orchards bloom, and summer lights up the hills, and the leaves fall, but they will know no more changes or seasons. And I am going after their feet into the silence, Ben; I have almost got through. You have been a true son in the main, and Jenny has never stepped aside from the way. Always be good to Jenny." "Jenny, always be true to mother, and I will be as true to you." "Brother, I shall always be true to my home." CHAPTER XXIX. "THOSE PAMPHLETS." BENJAMIN FRANKLIN loved to meet Samuel Franklin, Uncle Benjamin's son, who also had caught the gentle philosopher's spirit, and was making good his father's intention. Samuel was a thrifty man in a growing town. "It is the joy of my life to find you so prosperous," said Franklin, "for it would have made your father's heart happy could he have known that one day I would find you so. Samuel, your father was a good man. I shall never cease to be grateful for his influence over me when I was a boy. He was my schoolmaster." "Yes, my father was a good man, and I never saw it as I do now. I was not all to him that I ought to have been. He was a poor man; he lived as it were on ideas, and people were accustomed to look upon him as a man who had failed in life." "He will never fail while you are a man of right influence," said Franklin. "He lives in you." "I feel his influence more and more every day," said Samuel. "Samuel Franklin, I do. Success does not consist in popularity or money-making. Right influence is success in life. I have been an unworthy godson of your father, but I am more than ever determined to carry out the principles that he taught me; they are the only things that will stand in life; as for the rest, the grave swallows all. Your father's life shall never be a failure if my life can bring to it honor.