beneath his feet, to help him in overcoming distance! The man of success
is a lightning calculator; the spectators all think he is a lucky fellow
to guess at the sum of a great block of figures so quickly and always
guess right; they never could do it!
"LUCK" SAYS RICHARD COBDEN,
"is ever waiting for something to turn up. Labor, with keen eyes and
strong will, will turn up something. Luck lies in bed, and wishes the
postman would bring him the news of a legacy. Labor turns out at six
o'clock, and with busy pen or ringing hammer lays the foundation of a
competence. Luck whines. Labor whistles. Luck relies on chance. Labor on
character." The man of success who owns a mill is seen in the water up
to his waist, dragging a log behind him. "Is he not lucky to get his dam
fixed so soon after the flood!" say the neighbors. The man of success
who owns a grocery has got ten barrels of flour on the sidewalk, two
casks of petroleum in the alley, and twelve barrels of sugar on his
trucks. At night the barrels are all in their places, and, so far as I
have ever seen,--in the retail business, at least,--it was not the
clerks of the man of success who did