I recently (this past Saturday) discovered a book called Autobiography by Benjamin Franklin at the local Friends of the Macon County Library bookstore. I can't believe that I did not know about this book! Of course, I was educated in the public school system.
The past couple of days have been spent (as time allows) in the enjoyment of this book, and I am so enamored of it that I have decided to share it with you on this blog on an installment plan. Luckily, the copyright on this book has expired, so I won't be running afoul of a league of lawyers. Over the next 14 days, I'll be publishing a chapter of the book each day.
The text of this book is courtesy of The Gutenberg Project, and you can download many great books there.
Here is the first of fourteen chapters [I have removed the distracting footnotes]:
I hate it with my heart;
From Sherburne town, where now I dwell
My name I do put here;
Without offense your real friend,
It is Peter Folgier."
ABIAH his Wife,
lie here interred.
They lived lovingly together in wedlock
Without an estate, or any gainful employment,
By constant labor and industry,
with God's blessing,
They maintained a large family
and brought up thirteen children
and seven grandchildren
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.
And things unknown propos'd as things forgot;"
For want of modesty is want of sense."
That want of modesty is want of sense."
Chapter 2 will follow tomorrow at noon.