JAMES PARTON’S ANSWER.

I will begin with the first pecuniary transaction in which he is known to have been concerned, and this shall be given in his own words: 

“When I was a child of seven years old my friends, on a holiday, filled my pockets with coppers.  I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children, and, being charmed with the sound of a whistle, that I met by the way in the hands of another boy, I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one.”

That was certainly not the act of a stingy, calculating boy.

His next purchase, of which we have any knowledge was made when he was about eleven years old; and this time, I confess, he made a much better bargain.  The first book he could ever call his own was a copy of Pilgrim’s Progress, which he read and re-read until he got from it all so young a person could understand.  But being exceedingly fond of reading, he exchanged his Pilgrim’s Progress for a set of little books, then much sold by peddlers, called “Burton’s Historical Collections,” in forty paper-covered volumes, containing history, travels, tales, wonders, and curiosities, just the thing for a boy.  As we do not know the market value of his Pilgrim’s Progress, we can not tell whether the poor peddler did well by him or the contrary.  But it strikes me that that is not the kind of barter in which a mean, grasping boy usually engages.

His father being a poor soap-and-candle maker, with a dozen children or more to support or assist, and Benjamin being a printer’s apprentice, he was more and more puzzled to gratify his love of knowledge.  But one day he hit upon an expedient that brought in a little cash.  By reading a vegetarian book this hard, calculating Yankee lad had been led to think that people could live better without meat than with it, and that killing innocent animals for food was cruel and wicked.  So he abstained from meat altogether for about two years.  As this led to some inconvenience at his boarding-house, he made this cunning proposition to his master: 

“Give me one-half the money you pay for my board and I will board myself.”

The master consenting, the apprentice lived entirely on such things as hominy, bread, rice, and potatoes, and found that he could actually live upon half of the half.  What did the calculating wretch do with the money?  Put it into his money-box?  No; he laid it out in the improvement of his mind.

When at the age of seventeen, he landed in Philadelphia, a runaway apprentice, he had one silver dollar and one shilling in copper coin.  It was a fine Sunday morning, as probably the reader remembers, and he knew not a soul in the place.  He asked the boatmen upon whose boat he had come down the Delaware how much he had to pay.  They answered, Nothing, because he had helped them row.  Franklin, however, insisted upon their taking his shilling’s worth of coppers, and forced the money upon them.  An hour after, having bought three rolls for his breakfast, he ate one and gave the other two to a poor woman and her child who had been his fellow-passengers.  These were small things, you may say; but remember he was a poor, ragged, dirty runaway in a strange town, four hundred miles from a friend, with three pence gone out of the only dollar he had in the world.