CHAPTER VI.
POSSIBILITIES IN SPARE MOMENTS Dost thou love life?
Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of .-- FRANKLIN.
Eternity itself cannot restore the loss struck from the minute .-- ANCIENT POET.
_Periunt et imputantur_,--the hours perish and are laid to our charge .-- INSCRIPTION ON A DIAL AT OXFORD.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me .-- SHAKESPEARE.
Believe me when I tell you that thrift of time will repay you in after life with a usury of profit beyond your most sanguine dreams, and that waste of it will make you dwindle alike in intellectual and moral stature beyond your darkest reckoning .-- GLADSTONE.
Lost! Somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes.

No reward is offered, for they are gone forever .-- HORACE MANN.
"What is the price of that book ?" at length asked a man who had been dawdling for an hour in the front store of Benjamin Franklin's newspaper establishment.

"One dollar," replied the clerk.

"One dollar," echoed the lounger; "can't you take less than that ?" "One dollar is the price," was the answer.
The would-be purchaser looked over the books on sale a while longer, and then inquired: "Is Mr.Franklin in ?" "Yes," said the clerk, "he is very busy in the press-room." "Well, I want to see him," persisted the man.
The proprietor was called, and the stranger asked: "What is the lowest, Mr.Franklin, that you can take for that book ?" "One dollar and a quarter," was the prompt rejoinder.

"One dollar and a quarter! Why, your clerk asked me only a dollar just now." "True," said Franklin, "and I could have better afforded to take a dollar than to leave my work." The man seemed surprised; but, wishing to end a parley of his own seeking, he demanded: "Well, come now, tell me your lowest price for this book." "One dollar and a half," replied Franklin.