“God speed your mission,” said I, as I shook hands with him in parting.
“If it depends on human agency, directed with earnestness, patience, and will, my mission will have a prosperous result,” he replied. “It is to be my first entirely self-reliant experience, and I think the discipline of mind it will involve must strengthen me for higher professional work than any in which I have yet been engaged. You are aware, Doctor, that my heart is in my profession.”
“So I have seen from the beginning.”
“I will not deny,” he added, “that I have ambition. That I wish to be distinguished at the bar.”
“An honorable ambition,” said I.
“Nor that, sometimes—in moments of weakness, perhaps—my dreams have gone higher. But I am a very young man, and youth is ardent and imaginative,” he added.
“And you have this great advantage,” I replied, “that, with every year added to your life, you may, if you will, grow wiser and stronger. You stand, as all young minds, at the bottom of a ladder. The height to which you climb will depend upon your strength and endurance.”
“If we both live long enough, Doctor, you may see me on the topmost rundle, for I shall climb with unwearying effort.”
He spoke with a fine enthusiasm, that lent a manly beauty to his face.
“Climb on,” I answered, “and you will rise high above the great mass, who are aimless and indolent. But you will have competitors, few, but vigorous and tireless. In the contest for position that you must wage with these, all your powers will be taxed; and if you reach the topmost rundle to which you aspire, success will be, indeed, a proud achievement.”