My mother had likewise an excellent constitution: she suckled all her ten children.I never knew either my father or mother to have any sickness but that of which they dy'd, he at 89, and she at 85 years of age.They lie buried together at Boston, where I some years since placed a marble over their grave, with this inscription:
JOSIAH FRANKLIN, and ABIAH his Wife, lie here interred.They lived lovingly together in wedlock fifty-five years.Without an estate, or any gainful employment, By constant labor and industry, with God's blessing, They maintained a large family comfortably, and brought up thirteen children and seven grandchildren reputably.From this instance, reader, Be encouraged to diligence in thy calling, And distrust not Providence.He was a pious and prudent man; She, a discreet and virtuous woman.Their youngest son, In filial regard to their memory, Places this stone.J.F.born 1655, died 1744, AEtat 89.A.F.born 1667, died 1752, -----95.
By my rambling digressions I perceive myself to be grown old.I us'd to write more methodically.But one does not dress for private company as for a publick ball.'Tis perhaps only negligence.
To return: I continued thus employed in my father's business for two years, that is, till I was twelve years old; and my brother John, who was bred to that business, having left my father, married, and set up for himself at Rhode Island, there was all appearance that I was destined to supply his place, and become a tallow-chandler.But my dislike to the trade continuing, my father was under apprehensions that if he did not find one for me more agreeable, I should break away and get to sea, as his son Josiah had done, to his great vexation.He therefore sometimes took me to walk with him, and see joiners, bricklayers, turners, braziers, etc., at theirwork, that he might observe my inclination, and endeavor to fix it on some trade or other on land.It has ever since been a pleasure to me to see good workmen handle their tools; and it has been useful to me, having learnt so much by it as to be able to do little jobs myself in my house when a workman could not readily be got, and to construct little machines for my experiments, while the intention of making the experiment was fresh and warm in my mind.My father at last fixed upon the cutler's trade, and my uncle Benjamin's son Samuel, who was bred to that business in London, being about that time established in Boston, I was sent to be with him some time on liking.But his expectations of a fee with me displeasing my father, I was taken home again.
From a child I was fond of reading, and all the little money that came into my hands was ever laid out in books.Pleased with the Pilgrim's Progress, my first collection was of John Bunyan's works in separate little volumes.I afterward sold them to enable me to buy R.Burton's Historical Collections; they were small chapmen's books, and cheap, 40 or 50 in all.My father's little library consisted chiefly of books in polemic divinity, most of which I read, and have since often regretted that, at a time when I had such a thirst for knowledge, more proper books had not fallen in my way since it was now resolved I should not be a clergyman.Plutarch's Lives there was in which I read abundantly, and I still think that time spent to great advantage.There was also a book of De Foe's, called an Essay on Projects, and another of Dr.Mather's, called Essays to do Good, which perhaps gave me a turn of thinking that had an influence on some of the principal future events of my life.
This bookish inclination at length determined my father to make me a printer, though he had already one son (James) of that profession.In 1717 my brother James returned from England with a press and letters to set up his business in Boston.I liked it much better than that of my father, but still had a hankering for the sea.To prevent the apprehended effect of such an inclination, my father was impatient to have me bound to my brother.I stood out some time, but at last was persuaded, and signed the indentures when I was yet but twelve years old.I was to serve as an apprentice till I was twenty-one years of age, only I was to be allowed journeyman'swages during the last year.In a little time I made great proficiency in the business, and became a useful hand to my brother.I now had access to better books.An acquaintance with the apprentices of booksellers enabled me sometimes to borrow a small one, which I was careful to return soon and clean.Often I sat up in my room reading the greatest part of the night, when the book was borrowed in the evening and to be returned early in the morning, lest it should be missed or wanted.
And after some time an ingenious tradesman, Mr.Matthew Adams, who had a pretty collection of books, and who frequented our printing- house, took notice of me, invited me to his library, and very kindly lent me such books as I chose to read.I now took a fancy to poetry, and made some little pieces; my brother, thinking it might turn to account, encouraged me, and put me on composing occasional ballads.One was called The Lighthouse Tragedy, and contained an account of the drowning of Captain Worthilake, with his two daughters: the other was a sailor's song, on the taking of Teach (or Blackbeard) the pirate.They were wretched stuff, in the Grub-street-ballad style; and when they were printed he sent me about the town to sell them.The first sold wonderfully, the event being recent, having made a great noise.This flattered my vanity; but my father discouraged me by ridiculing my performances, and telling me verse-makers were generally beggars.So I escaped being a poet, most probably a very bad one; but as prose writing bad been of great use to me in the course of my life, and was a principal means of my advancement, I shall tell you how, in such a situation, I acquired what little ability I have in that way.
