You will see those who, in the Law, the Church, the State, or the still cloisters of Learning, are destined to become the eminent leaders of your age.
To rank amongst them you are not forbidden to aspire; he who in youth "can scorn delights, and love laborious days," should pitch high his ambition.
Your Uncle Jack says he has done wonders with his newspaper; though Mr.Rollick grumbles, and declares that it is full of theories, and that it puzzles the farmers.

Uncle Jack, in reply, contends that he creates an audience, not addresses one, and sighs that his genius is thrown away in a provincial town.

In fact, he really is a very clever man, and might do much in London, I dare say.

He often comes over to dine and sleep, returning the next morning.
His energy is wonderful--and contagious.

Can you imagine that he has actually stirred up the flame of my vanity, by constantly poking at the bars?
Metaphor apart, I find myself collecting all my notes and commonplaces, and wondering to see how easily they fall into method, and take shape in chapters and books.