"Bless me! how boys do grow!—Why it's almost time to be thinking what you are going to do. Have you ever thought?"
"Yes—I want to go to sea."
"To sea! Of all things! Well, well! After all, why not?—Of course you don't want to be a common sailor. You want to get into the navy?"
"Yes sir, that's what I want."
"But not merely as a common sailor, I suppose?"
"No sir, I want to be midshipman, and after that commodore."
"I see," said the Doctor, cheerfully, "Well, Henry, in order for that, you know, you must begin a course of mathematics, and study navigation and all that."
"Yes sir, I am ready."
"Well then, I'll send you up to Amherst next week, to Mount Pleasant, and then you'll begin your preparatory studies, and if you are well prepared, I presume I can make interest to get you an appointment."
And so he went to Mount Pleasant, in Amherst, Mass., and Dr. Beecher said shrewdly, "I shall have that boy in the ministry yet."