Store to Philadelphia's foremost place as merchant and philanthropist had been a walk of upwards of fourscore years.
From the day he came down the Doylestown and Old York Road turnpike with his little bundle of two thousand dollars of savings, to begin business in Philadelphia, to the day sixty years later, when he went into the Fidelity Insurance Trust & Safe Deposit Company and voluntarily took out of his iron box two million one hundred thousand dollars in good securities and handed them over to the Trust he had created to establish the new apprenticeship School for young men, that they might ride in his golden chariot of good-will and fatherliness to success, was a long journey of self-denial, frugality, patience, and tireless energy.
It would seem as if every man might, in his own way, be permitted to study himself deeply in peace, especially if the key he seeks and finds is to unlock a gate to the betterment of the world, in his own day, and the time to come for those who follow him.
The country boy just entering into the city today might be another Isaiah V. Williamson,
