"_More than wealth, more than fame, more than anything, is the power of the human heart, and that power is developed by seeking the good of others._ Live for influences that multiply, and for the things that live. Now what did I say, Ben?" "You said that more than wealth, more than fame, more than anything, was the power of the human heart, and that that power was developed in seeking the good of others." "That's right, my man.--Now, Jenny, what did I say?" "I couldn't repeat all those big words, uncle." "Well, you lovely little _creeter_, you; you do not need to repeat it; you know the lesson already; it was born in you; you have the Franklin heart!" "Beloved Boston," Franklin used to say when he became old. What wonder, when it was associated with memories like these! FOOTNOTE: [A] The old man's own words to Benjamin on war. CHAPTER XII. A CHIME OF BELLS IN NOTTINGHAM. SOME time after Uncle Benjamin, who became familiarly known as Uncle Ben, had revealed to little Ben his heart's secret, and how that he had for his sake sold his library of pamphlets, which was his other self, the two again went down to the wharves to see the ships that had come in. They again seated themselves in an anchored boat. "Ben," said Uncle Benjamin, "I have something more on my mind. I did not tell you all when we talked here before. You will never forget what I told you--will you?" "Never, uncle, if I live to be old. My heart will always be true to you." "So it will, so it will, Ben. So it will. I want to tell you something more about your Great-uncle Thomas. You favor him. Did any one ever tell you that the people used to think him to be a wizard?" "No, no, uncle. You yourself said that once. What is a wizard?" "It is a man who can do strange things, no one can tell how. They come to him." "But what made them think him a wizard?" "Oh, people used to be ignorant and superstitious, like Reuben of the Mill, your father's old friend and mine. There was an inn called the World's End, at Ecton, near an old farm and forge. The people used to gather there and tell stories about witches and wizards that would have made your flesh creep, and left you afraid to go to bed, even with a guinea pig in your room. "Your Great-uncle Thomas was always inventing things to benefit the people. At last he invented a way by which it might rain and rain, and there might be freshets and freshets, and yet their meadows would not be overflown. The water would all run off from the meadows like rain from a duck's back. He made a kind of drain that ran sideways. Now the pious Brownites thought that this was flying in the face of Providence, and people began to talk mysteriously about him at the World's End.