"When flowers are beautiful before they're blown, What rarities will afterward be shown! If trees good fruit un'noculated bear, You may be sure't will afterward be rare. If fruits are sweet before they've time to yellow, How luscious will they be when they are mellow!" He also saw great promise in bright little Jenny, who had heart full of sympathy and affection. Jenny, Ben, and Uncle Benjamin became one in heart and companionship. Beacon Hill was a lovely spot in summer in old Boston days. Below it was the Common, with great trees and winding ways. It commanded a view of the wide harbor and far blue sea. It looked over a curve of the river Charles, and the bright shallow inlet or pond, where the Boston and Maine depot now stands, that was filled up from the earth of the fine old hillside. The latter place may have been the scene of Ben's bridge, which he built in the night in a forbidden way. The place is not certainly known. Uncle Benjamin, one Sunday after church, took Ben and little Jenny, who was a girl then, to the top of the hill. It was a showery afternoon in summer--now bright, now overcast--and all the birds were singing on the Common between the showers. In one of the shining hours between the showers they sat down under an ancient forest tree, and little Jenny rested her arms on one of the knees of Uncle Benjamin, and Ben leaned on the other. The old man looked down on the harbor, which was full of ships, and said: "I wish I had my sermons that I left behind. I would read one of them to you now." "I would rather hear you talk," said Ben, with conscientious frankness. "So would I," said Jenny, who thought that Ben was a philosopher even at this early age, and who echoed nearly everything that he said. "Look over the harbor," said the old man. "There are more and more ships coming in every year. This is going to be a great city, and America will become a great country. Ben, I hope there will never be any wars on this side of the water. War is sloth's maintainer, and the shield of pride; it makes many poor and few rich, and fewer wise.[A] Ben, this is going to be a great country, and I want you to be true to the new country." "I will always be true to my country," said Ben. "And I will be true to my home," said little Jenny. "So you will, so you will, my darling little pet; I can see that," said Uncle Benjamin. Ben was so pleased at his echo that he put his arm around his sister's neck and kissed her many times. The old man's heart was touched at the scene. He thought of his lost children, who were sleeping under the cover of the violets now. "It is going to rain again," he said. "The robins are all singing, and we will have to go home. But, children, I want to leave a lesson in your minds. Listen to Uncle Ben, whose heart is glad to see you so loving toward each other and me.