in Will-iam and Ma-ry Col-lege, which had then been built 68 years.
At that time, though the young man knew the wood roads and paths well, he had not seen a town or street.
Jef-fer-son kept his hor-ses near by, and at first he used to take a ride of a few miles each day, but in a while he gave such long hours to his books that all the time he thought he could spare then was just a short walk or a brisk run at night. He had a strong, tough young frame, and took good care of it. Though he grew to-bac-co on his farm, still he did not use that weed. Folks in those days, all through the land, drank too much, but Jef-fer-son said he "would not cloud his brain" in that way. He stuck to his good plan. He had made up his mind to climb high in the world, and he did it.
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PATRICK HENRY.
Jef-fer-son had a five years course of law and then was at the Bar. He made hosts of friends and had large fees. He heard his friend Pat-rick Hen-ry give his great speech on the "Stamp Act." He stood in the door-way and saw the thought of A-mer-i-can In-de-pend-ence take form in the minds of men as the words came from his friend's mouth. He heard the cries of "Trea-son! Trea-son!" He heard, too, the brave re-ply; "If this be trea-son, make the most of it!"
Jef-fer-son had much to do. His law work was large. His farm took what he thought he could spare, but with all his cares his mind had a dream of a home.
