CHAPTER X.AIMING HIGH.
"What do you intend to do, Squire, with your two youngest boys ?" said Mr.Slick to me to-day, as we were walking in the Park.
"I design them," I said, "for professions.

One I shall educate for a lawyer, and the other for a clergyman." "Where ?" "In Nova Scotia." "Exactly," says he.

"It shews your sense; it's the very place for 'em.
It's a fine field for a young man; I don't know no better one no where in the whole univarsal world.

When I was a boy larnin' to shoot, sais father to me, one day, 'Sam,' sais he, 'I'll give you a lesson in gunnin' that's worth knowin'.

"_Aim high_," my boy; your gun naterally settles down a little takin' sight, cause your arm gets tired, and wabbles, and the ball settles a little while it's a travellin', accordin' to a law of natur, called Franklin's law; and I obsarve you always hit below the mark.