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Title: The life of Benjamin Franklin
Year: 1848 (1840s)
Authors: Holley, O. L. (Orville Luther), 1791-1861 Anderson, Alexander, 1775-1870 Benjamin Franklin Collection (Library of Congress) DLC
Subjects: Franklin, Benjamin, 1706-1790 Statesmen
Publisher: New York : G.F. Cooledge & Brother
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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quent position inthat community, and present so strong a contrast there-with, that his own description of himself, at that time,is here copied; and a vivid and graphic one it is :— * I was, says he, * in my working-dress, my bestclothes coming round by sea. I was dirty from ray be-ing so long in the boat. My pockets were stuffed outwith shirts and stockings, and I knew no one, nor whereto look for lodging. Fatigued with walking, rowing,and the want of sleep, I was very hungry; and mywhole stock of cash consisted of a single dollar, andabout a shilling in copper coin, which I gave to theboatmen for my passage. At first they refused it, onaccount of my having rowed; but I insisted on theirtaking it. Man is sometimes more generous when hehas little money, than when he has plenty; perhaps toprevent his being thought to have but little. Having thus satisfied his self-esteem by paying forhis passage, he walked into the city. Near Marketstreet he met a boy with bread, and learning from him
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ROLLS OF BREAD QUAKER MEETING. 43 where he obtained it, he went directly to the bakers, tosatisfy his hunger, as he had often done before, with ameal of dry bread. He first inquired for biscuits, ex-pecting to find such as he had been accustomed to eatin Boston; but as the Philadelphia bakers did not makethem, he asked the baker for three-pence worth of breadin any form. He accordingly gave me, says Franklin, threegreat puffy rolls. I was surprised at the quantity, buttook it, and, having no room in my pockets, walked offwith a roll under each arm, and eating the other. ThusI went up Market street as far as Fourth street, pas-sing by the door of Mr. Read, my future wifes father;when she, standing at the door, saw me, and thought Imade, as I certainly did, a most awkward and ridicu-lous appearance. Then I turned and went down Chest-nut street and part of Walnut street, eating my roll allthe way and coming round, found myself again atMarket street wharf, near the boat I came in, to whic

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