Basile was recommended to his commanding officer by the gentleman who had lately employed him as a clerk; his skill in drawing plans, and in taking rapid surveys of the country through which they passed, was extremely useful to his general, and his integrity made it safe to trust him as a secretary.

His commanding officer, though a brave man, was illiterate, and a secretary was to him a necessary of life.

Basile was not only useful, but agreeable; without any mean arts, or servile adulation, he pleased by simply showing the desire to oblige and the ability to serve.
"Diable!" exclaimed the general one day, as he looked at Basile's plan of a town which the army was besieging.

"How comes it that you are able to do all these things?
But you have a genius for this sort of work, apparently." "No, sir," said Basile, "these things were taught to me when I was a child by a good friend." "A good friend he was, indeed! he did more for you than if he had given you a fortune; for, in these times, that might have been soon taken from you; but now you have the means of making a fortune for yourself." This observation of the general's, obvious as it may seem, is deserving of the serious consideration of those who have children of their own to educate, or who have the disposal of money for public charities.

In these times no sensible person will venture to pronounce that a change of fortune and station may not await the highest and the lowest; whether we rise or fall in the scale of society, personal qualities and knowledge will be valuable.