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  "Stories from Life: A Book for Young People"
by
Orison Swett Marden





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PREFACE

......To make a life, as well as to make a living, is one of the supreme

objects for which we must all struggle. The sooner we realize what

this means, the greater and more worthy will be the life which we

shall make.

......In putting together the brief life stories and incidents from

great lives which make up the pages of this little volume, the

writer's object has been to show young people that, no matter how

humble their birth or circumstances, they may make lives that will

be held up as examples to future generations, even as these

stories show how boys, handicapped by poverty and the most

discouraging surroundings, yet succeeded so that they are held up

as models to the boys of to-day.

......No boy or girl can learn too early in life the value of time and

the opportunities within reach of the humblest children of the

twentieth century to enable them to make of themselves noble men

and women.

......The stories here presented do not claim to be more than mere

outlines of the subjects chosen, enough to show what brave souls

in the past, souls animated by loyalty to God and to their best

selves, were able to accomplish in spite of obstacles of which the

more fortunately born youths of to-day can have no conception.

It should never be forgotten, however, in the strivings of

ambition, that, while every one should endeavor to raise himself

to his highest power and to attain to as exalted and honorable a

position as his abilities entitle him to, his first object should

be to make a noble life.

......The author wishes to acknowledge the assistance of Miss Margaret

 Connolly in the preparation of this volume.

O.S.M.

 

 

CONTENTS

 

TO-DAY

"THE MILL BOY OF THE SLASHES"

THE GREEK SLAVE WHO WON THE OLIVE CROWN

TURNING POINTS IN THE LIFE OF A HERO:

I. THE FIRST TURNING POINT

II. A BORN LEADER

III. "FARRAGUT IS THE MAN"

HE AIMED HIGH AND HIT THE MARK

THE EVOLUTION OF A VIOLINIST

THE LESSON OF THE TEAKETTLE

HOW THE ART OF PRINTING WAS DISCOVERED

SEA FEVER AND WHAT IT LED TO

GLADSTONE FOUND TIME TO BE KIND

A TRIBUNE OF THE PEOPLE

THE MIGHT OF PATIENCE

THE INSPIRATION OF GAMBETTA

ANDREW JACKSON: THE BOY WHO "NEVER WOULD GIVE UP"

SIR HUMPHRY DAVY'S GREATEST DISCOVERY, MICHAEL FARADAY

THE TRIUMPH OF CANOVA

FRANKLIN'S LESSON ON TIME VALUE

FROM STORE BOY TO MILLIONAIRE

"I WILL PAINT OR DIE!"

THE CALL THAT SPEAKS IN THE BLOOD

WASHINGTON'S YOUTHFUL HEROISM

A COW HIS CAPITAL

THE BOY WHO SAID "I MUST"

THE HIDDEN TREASURE

LOVE TAMED THE LION

"THERE IS ROOM ENOUGH AT THE TOP"

THE UPLIFT OF A SLAVE BOY'S IDEAL

"TO THE FIRST ROBIN"

THE "WIZARD" AS AN EDITOR

HOW GOOD FORTUNE CAME TO PIERRE

"IF I REST, I RUST"

A BOY WHO KNEW NOT FEAR

HOW STANLEY FOUND LIVINGSTONE

THE NESTOR OF AMERICAN JOURNALISTS

THE MAN WITH AN IDEA

"BERNARD OF THE TUILERIES"

HOW THE "LEARNED BLACKSMITH" FOUND TIME

THE LEGEND OF WILLIAM TELL

"WESTWARD HO!"

THREE GREAT AMERICAN SONGS AND THEIR AUTHORS

I. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

II. AMERICA

III. THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

TRAINING FOR GREATNESS

THE MARBLE WAITETH



 

 STORIES FROM LIFE

 

TO-DAY

For the structure that we raise,

Time is with materials filled;

Our to-days and yesterdays

Are the blocks with which we build.

Longfellow.

 

To-day! To-day! It is ours, with all its magic possibilities of

being and doing. Yesterday, with its mistakes, misdeeds, lost

opportunities, and failures, is gone forever. With the morrow we

are not immediately concerned. It is but a promise yet to be

fulfilled. Hidden behind the veil of the future, it may dimly

beckon us, but it is yet a shadowy, unsubstantial vision, one that

we, perhaps, never may realize. But to-day, the Here, the Now,

that dawned upon us with the first hour of the morn, is a reality,

a precious possession upon the right use of which may depend all

our future of happiness and success, or of misery and failure; for

"This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin."

Lest he should forget that Time's wings are swift and noiseless,

and so rapidly bear our to-days to the Land of Yesterday, John

Ruskin, philosopher, philanthropist, and tireless worker though he

was, kept constantly before his eyes on his study table a large,

handsome block of chalcedony, on which was graven the single word

"To-day." Every moment of this noble life was enriched by the

right use of each passing moment.

A successful merchant, whose name is well-known throughout our

country, very tersely sums up the means by which true success may

be attained. "It is just this," he says: "Do your best every day,

whatever you have in hand."

This simple rule, if followed in sunshine and in storm, in days of

sadness as well as days of gladness, will rear for the builder a

Palace Beautiful more precious than pearls of great price, more

enduring than time.

 

"THE MILL BOY OF THE SLASHES"

 

A picturesque, as well as pathetic figure, was Henry Clay, the

little "Mill Boy of the Slashes," as he rode along on the old

family horse to Mrs. Darricott's mill. Blue-eyed, rosy-cheeked,

and bare-footed, clothed in coarse shirt and trousers, and a

time-worn straw hat, he sat erect on the bare back of the horse,

holding, with firm hand, the rope which did duty as a bridle. In

front of him lay the precious sack, containing the grist which was

to be ground into meal or flour, to feed the hungry mouths of the

seven little boys and girls who, with the widowed mother, made up

the Clay family.

It required a good deal of grist to feed so large a family,

especially when hoecake was the staple food, and it was because of

his frequent trips to the mill, across the swampy region called

the "Slashes," that Henry was dubbed by the neighbors "The Mill

Boy of the Slashes."

The lad was ambitious, however, and, very early in life, made up

his mind that he would win for himself a more imposing title. He

never dreamed of winning world-wide renown as an orator, or of

exchanging his boyish sobriquet for "The Orator of Ashland." But

he who forms high ideals in youth usually far outstrips his first

ambition, and Henry had "hitched his wagon to a star."

This awkward country boy, who was so bashful, and so lacking in

self-confidence that he hardly dared recite before his class in

the log schoolhouse, DETERMINED TO BECOME AN ORATOR.

Henry Clay, the brilliant lawyer and statesman, the American

Demosthenes who could sway multitudes by his matchless oratory,

once said, "In order to succeed a man must have a purpose fixed,

then let his motto be VICTORY OR DEATH." When Henry Clay, the poor

country boy, son of an unknown Baptist minister, made up his mind

to become an orator, he acted on this principle. No discouragement

or obstacle was allowed to swerve him from his purpose. Since the

death of his father, when the boy was but five years old, he had

carried grist to the mill, chopped wood, followed the plow

barefooted, clerked in a country store,--did everything that a

loving son and brother could do to help win a subsistence for the

family.

In the midst of poverty, hard work, and the most pitilessly

unfavorable conditions, the youth clung to his resolve. He learned

what he could at the country schoolhouse, during the time the

duties of the farm permitted him to attend school. He committed

speeches to memory, and recited them aloud, sometimes in the

forest, sometimes while working in the cornfield, and frequently

in a barn with a horse and an ox for his audience.

In his fifteenth year he left the grocery store where he had been

clerking to take a position in the office of the clerk of the High

Court of Chancery. There he became interested in law, and by

reading and study began at once to supplement the scanty education

of his childhood. To such good purpose did he use his

opportunities that in 1797, when only twenty years old, he was

licensed by the judges of the court of appeals to practice law.

When he moved from Richmond to Lexington, Kentucky, the same year

to begin practice for himself, he had no influential friends, no

patrons, and not even the means to pay his board. Referring to

this time years afterward, he said, "I remember how comfortable I

thought I should be if I could make one hundred pounds Virginia

money (less than five hundred dollars) per year; and with what

delight I received the first fifteen-shilling fee."

Contrary to his expectations, the young lawyer had "immediately

rushed into a lucrative practice." At the age of twenty-seven he

was elected to the Kentucky legislature. Two years later he was

sent to the United States Senate to fill out the remainder of the

term of a senator who had withdrawn. In 1811 he was elected to

Congress, and made Speaker of the national House of

Representatives. He was afterward elected to the United States

Senate in the regular way.

Both in Congress and in the Senate Clay always worked for what he

believed to be the best interests of his country. Ambition, which

so often causes men to turn aside from the paths of truth and

honor, had no power to tempt him to do wrong. He was ambitious to

be president, but would not sacrifice any of his convictions for

the sake of being elected. Although he was nominated by his party

three times, he never became president. It was when warned by a

friend that if he persisted in a certain course of political

conduct he would injure his prospects of being elected, that he

made his famous statement, "I would rather be right than be

president."

Clay has been described by one of his biographers as "a brilliant

orator, an honest man, a charming gentleman, an ardent patriot,

and a leader whose popularity was equaled only by that of Andrew

Jackson."

Although born in a state in which wealth and ancient ancestry were

highly rated, he was never ashamed of his birth or poverty. Once

when taunted by the aristocratic John Randolph with his lowly

origin, he proudly exclaimed, "I was born to no proud paternal

estate. I inherited only infancy, ignorance, and indigence."

He was born in Hanover County, Virginia, on April 12, 1777, and

died in Washington, June 29, 1852. With only the humble

inheritance which he claimed--"infancy, ignorance, and indigence"

--Henry Clay made himself a name that wealth and a long line of

ancestry could never bestow.


"Stories from Life: A Book for Young People"
by
Orison Swett Marden


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