144 THER™ IS NO HURRY.

promise, and the lazy cattle laving themselves
in the standing pond of ‘the abundant farm-
yard; in a paddock, set apart for his especial
use, was the old blind horse his father had be-
strode during the last fifteen years of his life;
it leant its sightless head upon the gate, half up-
turned, he fancied, to where he stood. It is
wonderful what small things will sometimes stir
up the hearts of strong men, ay, and what is
still more difficult, even of ambitious men. Yet
he did not feel at that moment a regret for the
fair acres he had parted with; he was full of
the importance which the possession of a con-
siderable sum of money gives a young man,
who has been fagging almost unsuccessfully in
an arduous profession, and one which requires
a certain appearance of success to command
success—for John Adams even then placed
M.D. after his plain name; yet still, despite
the absence of sorrow, and the consciousness
of increased power, he continued to look at
poor old Ball until his eyes swam in tears.
With the presence of his father, which the
sight of the old horse had conjured up, came
the remembrance of his peculiarities, his habits,
his expressions ; and he wondered, as they pass-
ed in review before him, how he could ever have
thought the dear old man testy or tedious; even
his frequent quotations from “ Poor Richard”?
appeared to him, for the first time, the results
of common prudence; and his rude but wise