The shadow lesson was forgotten by the time I reached my store, and thought entered into business with its usual ardor.  I buried myself, amid letters, invoices, accounts, samples, schemes for gain, and calculations of profit.  The regular, orderly progression of a fair and well-established business was too slow for my outreaching desires.  I must drive onward at a higher speed, and reach the goal of wealth by a quicker way.  So my daily routine was disturbed by impatient aspirations.  Instead of entering, in a calm self-possession of every faculty, into the day’s appropriate work, and finding, in its right performance, the tranquil state that ever comes as the reward of right-doing in the right place, I spent the larger part of this day in the perpetration of a plan for increasing my gains beyond, anything heretofore achieved.

“Mr. Mayflower,” said one of the clerks, coming back to where I sat at my private desk, busy over my plan, “we have a new man in from the West; a Mr. B——­, from Alton.  He wants to make a bill of a thousand dollars.  Do you know anything about him?”

Now, even this interruption annoyed me.  What was a new customer and a bill of a thousand dollars to me just at that moment of time?  I saw tens of thousands in prospective.

“Mr. B——­, of Alton?” said I, affecting an effort of memory.  “Does he look like a fair man?”

“I don’t recall him.  Mr. B——?  Hum-m-m.  He impresses you favorably, Edward?”

“Yes, sir; but it may be prudent to send and get a report.”

“I’ll see to that, Edward,” said I.  “Sell him what he wants.  If everything is not on the square, I’ll give you the word in time.  It’s all right, I’ve no doubt.”

“He’s made a bill at Kline & Co.’s, and wants his goods sent there to be packed,” said my clerk.

“Ah, indeed!  Let him have what he wants, Edward.  If Kline & Co. sell him, we needn’t hesitate.”

And turning to my desk, my plans, and my calculations, I forgot all about Mr. B——­, and the trifling bill of a thousand dollars that he proposed buying.  How clear the way looked ahead!  As thought created the means of successful adventure, and I saw myself moving forward and grasping results, the whole circle of life took a quicker motion, and my mind rose into a pleasant enthusiasm.  Then I grew impatient for the initiatory steps that were to come, and felt as if the to-morrow, in which they must be taken, would never appear.  A day seemed like a week or a month.

Six o’clock found me in not a very satisfactory state of mind.  The ardor of my calculations had commenced abating.  Certain elements, not seen and considered in the outset, were beginning to assume shape and consequence, and to modify, in many essential particulars, the grand result towards which I had been looking with so much pleasure.  Shadowy and indistinct became the landscape, which seemed a little while before so fair and inviting.  A cloud settled down upon it here, and a cloud there, breaking up its unity, and destroying much of its fair proportion.  I was no longer mounting up, and moving forwards on the light wing of a castle-building imagination, but down upon the hard, rough ground, coming back into the consciousness that all progression, to be sure, must be slow and toilsome.