But it would have been a strange dream, indeed, and an incredible one, that should have foretold how great a man he was destined to become, and how much he would be honored in that very city where he was now friendless and unknown.
So here we finish our story of the childhood of Benjamin Franklin.

One of these days, if you would know what he was in his manhood, you must read his own works and the history of American independence.
"Do let us hear a little more of him!" said Edward; "not that I admire him so much as many other characters; but he interests me, because he was a Yankee boy." "My dear son," replied Mr.Temple, "it would require a whole volume of talk to tell you all that is worth knowing about Benjamin Franklin.
There is a very pretty anecdote of his flying a kite in the midst of a thunder-storm, and thus drawing down the lightning from the clouds and proving that it was the same thing as electricity.

His whole life would be an interesting story, if we had time to tell it." "But, pray, dear father, tell us what made him so famous," said George.
"I have seen his portrait a great many tines.

There is a wooden bust of him in one of our streets; and marble ones, I suppose, in some other places.

And towns, and ships of war, and steamboats, and banks, and academies, and children are often named after Franklin.