"A BOOK THAT INFLUENCED THE CHARACTER OF A MAN WHO LED HIS AGE."
"YOU must read good books," said Benjamin Franklin's godfather. "How
sorry I am that I had to sell my pamphlets!"
Books have stamped their character on young men at the susceptible age
and the turning points of life. But their influence for good or evil
comes to receptive characters. "He is a genius," says Emerson, "who
gives me back my own thoughts." The gospel says, "He that hath ears to
hear, let him hear."
Abraham Lincoln would walk twenty miles to borrow a law book, and would
sit down on a log by the wayside to study it on his return from such a
journey. Horace Greeley says that when he was a boy he would go reading
to a woodpile. "I would take a pine knot," he said, "put it on the back
log, pile my books around me, and lie down and read all through the long
winter evenings." He read the kind of books for which his soul hungered.
He read to find in books what he himself wished to be. A true artist
sees and hears only what he wishes to see and hear. An active, earnest,
resolute soul reads only that which helps him fulfill the haunting
purpose of his life. Almost every great man's books that were his
companions in early years were pictures of what he most wished to be
and to do.
How many men have had their spiritual life quickened by a hymn! How many
by a single poem! Homer and Ossian filled the imagination of Napoleon.
Plutarch's Lives has helped form the characters of a thousand heroes,
and Emerson placed Plutarch next to the Bible in the rank of beneficent
influences. We would say to every boy, Read Plutarch; read the best
books first.
A few books well read would be an education. Let a boy read the Bible,
Josephus, Plutarch's Lives, Rawlinson's, Hallam's Macaulay's,
Bancroft's, and Prescott's histories, Shakespeare, Tennyson, and
Longfellow, and he would have a basis of knowledge of such substantial
worth and moral and literary standard as to cause his intelligence to be
respected everywhere and to become a power. Yet all these books could be
purchased for twenty-five dollars, and the time that many waste in
unprofitable reading for three years would be sufficient to master them.
"I am a part of all that I have met," says Tennyson, and a man becomes a
part of all the books that color his mind and character. Ask a company
of people what books they most sought in childhood, and you may have a
mental photograph of each.
Benjamin Franklin says that his opinions and character were so greatly
influenced by his reading Cotton Mather's Essays to do Good, that he
owed to that book his rise in life. A boy, he says, should read that
book with pen and note-book in hand.
Benjamin Franklin declared that it was in this book that he found the
statements of the purposes in life that met his own views. "To do good,"
he said, was the true aim of existence, and the resolution became fixed
in his soul to seek to make his life as beneficent as possible to all
men. How to help somebody and to improve something became the dreams of
his days and nights. "A high aim is curative," says Emerson. Franklin
had some evil tendencies of nature and habit, but his purpose to live
for the welfare of everybody and everything overcame them all in the
end, and made him honestly confess his faults and try to make amends for
his lapses. To do good was an impelling purpose that led him to the
building of the little wharf, where boys might have firm footing whence
to sail their boats, and it continued through many wiser experiences up
to the magic bottle, in which was stored the revelation of that agent of
the earth and skies that would prove the most beneficent of all new
discoveries.
The book confirmed all that Uncle Benjamin had said. In it he saw what
he should struggle to be: he put his resolution into this vision, and so
took the first step on the ladder of life which was to give him a large
view of human affairs.
He turned from the candle molds to Cotton Mather's strong pages, which
few boys would care to read now, and from them, a little later, to
Addison, and from both to talk with Jenny about what he would like to do
and to become, and, like William Phips to the widow, he promised Jenny
that they, too, should one day live in some "Faire Green Lane in Boston
town." He would be true to his home--he and Jenny.