mind. Ah, brother!"

"You are too severe, sir. See how the dear boy hangs his head! Fie!
natural enthusiasm of his years,--'gay hope by fancy fed,' as the poet
says. Why, for that fine boy's sake you ought not to lose so certain an
occasion of wealth, I may say, untold. For observe, you will form a
nursery of crabs; each year you go on grafting and enlarging your
plantation, renting,--nay, why not buying, more land? Gad, sir! in
twenty years you might cover half the county; but say you stop short at
2,000 acres, why the net profit is L90,000 a-year. A duke's income,--a
duke's; and going a-begging, as I may say."

"But stop," said I, modestly; "the trees don't grow in a year. I know
when our last apple-tree was planted--it is five years ago--it was then
three years old, and it only bore one half-bushel last autumn."

"What an intelligent lad it is! Good head there. Oh, he'll do credit
to his great fortune, brother," said Uncle Jack, approvingly. "True, my
boy. But in the mean while we could fill the ground, as they do in
Kent, with gooseberries and currants, or onions and cabbages.
Nevertheless, considering we are not great capitalists, I am afraid we
must give up a share of our profits to diminish our outlay. So harkye,
Pisistratus--look at him, brother, simple as he stands there, I think he
is born with a silver spoon in his mouth--harkye, now to the mysteries
of speculation. Your father shall quietly buy the land, and then,
presto! we will issue a prospectus and start a company. Associations
can wait five years for a return. Every year, meanwhile, increases the
value of the shares. Your father takes, we say, fifty shares at L50
each, paying only an instalment of L2 a share. He sells 35 shares at
cent per cent. He keeps the remaining 15, and his fortune's made all