TWENTY clerks in a shop, twenty hands in a printing office, twenty apprentices in a shipyard, twenty young men in a village,—all want to get on in the world, and expect to do so. One of the clerks will become a partner, and make a fortune; one of the compositors will own a newspaper, and become an influential citizen; one of the apprentices will become a master builder; one of the villagers will get a handsome farm, and live like a patriarch; but which one is the lucky individual? Lucky! there is no luck about it. The thing is almost as certain as the rule of three. The young fellow who will distance his competitors is he who will master his business, who preserves his integrity, who lives cleanly and purely, who devotes his leisure to the acquisition of knowledge, who gains friends by deserving them, and who saves his spare money. There are some ways to fortune shorter than this old dusty highway; but the stanch men of the community, the men who achieve something really worth having, good fortune, good name, and serene old age,—one and all go on this road.—Moor’s Rural New Yorker.