What Howard wished to be, he labored to be; his ideal was beautiful and true, and he raised a throne which will endure through eternity.
Bobby dreamed great things.

That bright picture of the little black house transformed into a white cottage, with green blinds, and surrounded by a pretty fence, was the nearest object; and before Mrs.Bright was aware that he was in earnest, the carpenters and the painters were upon the spot.
"Now or never," replied Bobby to his mother's remonstrance.

"This is your home, and it shall be the pleasantest spot upon earth, if I can make it so." Then he had to dream about his business in Boston and I am not sure but that he fancied himself a rich merchant, like Mr.Bayard, living in an elegant house in Chestnut Street, and having clerks and porters to do as he bade them.

A great many young men dream such things, and though they seem a little silly when spoken out loud, they are what wood and water are to the steam engine--they are the mainspring of action.

Some are stupid enough to dream about these things, and spend their time in idleness and dissipation, waiting for "the good time coming." It will never come to them.