Excerpt from A Biographical Sketch of William Franklin Gentlemen - Although I have consented to occupy a part of your time at this meeting, yet I feel that I should ask your indulgence for the imperfections which may be observed in what I am about to read. For being only a portion of a manuscript of miscellaneous gleanings in the forgotten past, prepared with no view of being laid before the Society, it is in some respects of a different character from what it would have been had it been designed for a distinct paper. It may however afford some information not generally known respecting the individual of whom it treats, and serve to refresh the memory of those already to some extent acquainted with his life and character. Dr. Franklin, identified with so much that is interesting in the history of America had one son. That son, William Franklin, was Governor of New Jersey at the period when, through the blessing of Providence upon earnest self devoting efforts, our country was happily enabled to throw off the oppressive burdens which the short sighted policy of England's rulers would have fastened upon her, and assumed 'among the nations of the earth the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitled her.' William Franklin was born in the Province of Pennsylvania in 1731 - but of his youth little is known. He early showed a marked predilection for books, which his father of course encouraged; but with advancing years the quiet walks of an academic life appear to have lost their charm? in some measure, and a disposition was manifested by him to seek employment in the stirring pursuits of a military career. Disappointed in an attempt made to connect himself clandestinely with a privateer fitting out at Philadelphia, he was subsequently gratified by the receipt of a commission in the Pennsylvania forces, and served in one or more campaigns on the northern frontier before he was of age, rising from a subordinate station to the rank of Captain. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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