Ye're to grow, man; ye're to grow! Do ye not feel the day an' hour?
Man, did ye nivver think o' Destiny ?" "I've never been able not to believe in it," said Franklin.

"To some men all things come easily, while others get on only by the hardest knocks; and some go always close to success, but die just short of the parapet.

I haven't myself classified, just yet." "Ye have your dreams, boy ?" "Yes; I have my dreams." "All colours are alike," said Battersleigh.

"Now, whut is my young Injun savage doin', when he goes out alone, on top of some high hill, an' builds him a little fire, an' talks with his familiar spirits, which he calls here his 'drame'?
Isn't he searchin' an' feelin' o' himsilf, same as the haythin in far-away Ingy?
Git your nose up, Ned, or you'll be unwittin' classifyin' yersilf with the great slave class which we lift behind not long ago, but which is follyin' us hard and far.

Git your nose up, fer it's Batty has been thinkin' ye've Destiny inside your skin.