Part 7 (1/2)
There can be no doubt that industry has been the backbone of the English character. By it her people have made their island respected all over the habitable globe. By industry our own land has come to be recognized as the workshop of the world.
It is a rule in the imperial family of Germany that every young man shall learn a trade, going through a regular apprentices.h.i.+p till he is able to do good journeywork. This is required because, in the event of unforeseen changes, it is deemed necessary to a manly independence that the heir apparent, or a prince of the blood, should be conscious of ability of making his own way in the world. This is an honorable custom, worthy of universal imitation. The Jews also wisely held the maxim that every youth, whatever his position in life, should learn some trade.
Franklin says, ”He that hath a trade hath an estate.” Work, however looked down upon by people who cannot perform it, is an honorable thing; it may not be very profitable, but honorable it always is, and there is nothing to be ashamed of about it. The man who has reason to be ashamed is the one who does nothing, or is always on the lookout for an easy berth with good pay and no work. Let the young man whose conceit greatly exceeds his brains, be ashamed of his cane and kid gloves; but never let a man who works be ashamed of his hard hands. There is an old proverb which says, ”Mere gentility sent to market, won't buy a peck of oats.”
A keen but well deserved rebuke was once administered to a Southern student at Andover who had bought some wood, and who then went to Professor Stuart to learn whom he could get to saw it. ”I am out of a job of that kind,” said Mr. Stuart; ”I will saw it myself.” It is to be hoped that the young man learned the lesson which his teacher thus sought to impress upon his mind.
CORNELIUS VANDERBILT.
”What is the secret of success in business?” asked a friend of Cornelius Vanderbilt. ”Secret! there is no secret about it,” replied the commodore; ”all you have to do is to attend to your business and go ahead.”
If you would adopt Vanderbilt's method, know your business, attend to it, and keep down expenses until your fortune is safe from business perils. Note the following incidents in his career: In the year 1806, when about twelve years of age, Cornelius was sent by his father, who was removing the cargo from a vessel stranded near Sandy Hook, with three wagons, six horses, and three men, to carry the cargo across a sandbar to the lighters.
When the work was finished, he started, with but a few dollars in his pocket, to travel a long distance home over the Jersey sands, and at length reached South Amboy. He was anxious to get his teams ferried over to Staten Island, and as the money at his disposal was not sufficient for the purpose, he went to an innkeeper, explained the situation and said, ”If you will put us across, I'll leave with you one of my horses in p.a.w.n, and if I don't send you back six dollars within forty-eight hours you may keep the horse.” ”I'll do it,” said the innkeeper, as he looked into the bright honest eyes of the boy. The horse was soon redeemed.
In the spring of 1810, he applied to his mother for a loan of one hundred dollars with which to buy a boat, having imbibed a strong liking for the sea. Her answer was, ”My son, on the twenty-seventh of this month you will be sixteen years old. If, by that time, you will plow, harrow, and plant with corn the eight acre lot, I will advance you the money.” The field was rough and stony, but the work was done in time, and well done. From this small beginning Cornelius Vanderbilt laid the foundation of a colossal fortune. He would often work all night; and, as he was never absent from his post by day, he soon had the best business in New York harbor.
In 1813, when it was expected that New York would be attacked by British s.h.i.+ps, all the boatmen, except Cornelius, put in bids to convey provisions to the military posts around New York, naming extremely low rates, as the contractor would be exempted from military duty. ”Why don't you send in a bid?” asked his father. ”Of what use?” replied young Vanderbilt; ”they are offering to do the work at half price. It can't be done at such rates.” ”Well,” said his father, ”it can do no harm to try for it.” So, to please his father, but with no hope of success, Cornelius made an offer fair to both sides, but did not go to hear the award. When his companions had all returned with long faces, he went to the commissary's office and asked if the contract had been given. ”Oh, yes,” was the reply; ”that business is settled. Cornelius Vanderbilt is the man. What?” he asked, seeing that the youth was apparently thunderstruck, ”is it you?” ”My name is Cornelius Vanderbilt,” said the boatman. ”Well,” said the commissary, ”don't you know why we have given the contract to you? Why, it is because we want this business done, and we know you'll do it.”
Here we see how character begets confidence, and how character rests upon industry as the house rests upon its foundation.
[Footnote: Consult Appleton's Cyclopedia of American Biography, Vol.
VII., pp. 240, 241; Crofut's ”The Vanderbilts and the Story of their Fortune” (1886); also article in Munsey's Magazine, Vol. VI., p. 34.]
XI.
AMBITION.
MEMORY GEMS.
Hope without an object cannot live.--Coleridge
Have an aim in life, or your energies will all be wasted.
--M. C. Peters
Every one should take the helm of his own life, and steer instead of drifting.--C. C. Everett
Ambition is to life just what steam is to the locomotive.
--J. C. Jaynes
No toil, no hards.h.i.+ps can restrain ambitious men inur'd to pain.--Horace
Ambition is one of the great forces of human life. We may describe it as a strong, fixed desire in the heart to get honor, or to attain the best things. It is a kind of hunger or thirst for success that makes men dare danger and trial to satisfy it. A man is of little use in the world unless he have ambition to set him in motion. Small talent with great ambition often does far more than genius without it.
The severest censure that can be pa.s.sed upon a man is that of the poet, ”Everything by turns and nothing long.” The words contain a sad revelation of wasted opportunities, wasted powers, wasted life. These words apply, with a painful degree of exactness, to the career of Lord Brougham. Few men have been more richly endowed by nature. Few men have exhibited a greater plasticity of intellect, a greater affluence of mental resources. He was a fine orator, a clear thinker, a ready writer.
It is seldom that a man who sways immense audiences by the power of his eloquence attains also to a high position in the ranks of literature.