112 THE TIM BUNKER PAPERS. 



I suppose it s wicked, but I never see him in meeting with 

 out thinking of that parasol forty years ago. The green 

 of that silk went as straight into that boy as if he had 

 grown on a mulberry tree, instead of being born like other 

 mortals. 



Jones came of a better family. His father, Gen l Jones, 

 was flourishing forty years ago. He had a good deal of 

 money left him by his father, and married rich. The Gen 

 eral was mighty fond of cocked hats, epaulets, and other 

 military fixings, and his wife was fond of French fashions 

 and extravagant dress. They used to drive through the 

 street in Hookertown, in a splendid carriage, drawn by 

 a pair of black horses, with harness glittering with silver 

 buckles and mountings. Nobody held their heads higher 

 than the Joneses of the last generation. The General s 

 house was crowded with gay company from the city, his 

 wife and daughters dressed splendidly, and gave brilliant 

 parties, where the wine flowed like water, and the dance 

 and song lasted till morning. 



The Gen l died a bankrupt when the present Benjamin 

 Franklin Jones was a boy of ten. Of course the property 

 had to be sold, and Ben had to go to work for a living, 

 which was the best thing that ever happened to him, or 

 any other man, according to my notion. He, however, 

 had got some high notions in his childhood, that have pre 

 vented him from succeeding in life. He has never loved 

 work, like one who has grubbed in the dirt from the time 

 he could grasp a hoe handle. You must begin early with 

 the boys, if you want to make them love work. Rub their 

 noses in it as soon as they can run, and they will always 

 love the smell of mother earth, as long as they live. But 

 if you dress them in fine clothes until they are ten and 

 twelve, and then try to break them in, it is just like break 

 ing in a six year old pair of cattle mighty hard work. 



To state the case just as it is, Benjamin Franklin Jones 

 is too much afraid of dirtying his clothes, to get along in 



