t so presumptuous. I was only guessing. It is the Yankee's
privilege. The world concedes it to us. I suggest then that your mind
wanders through those dark scenes with an interest like that with
which a traveller contemplates a strange country. And may they ever
remain a strange region to you. May you ever continue to be what you
are now, a bright being, at whose approach sorrow and sadness fly
away."

The conversation was here interrupted by the entrance of the Judge and
Mrs. Bernard, on their return from some neighborly call. Anne received
the bonnet and shawl from her mother, who was evidently accustomed to
such attentions, nor had the young lady ever appeared more beautiful
in the eyes of the young man, than when he saw her rendering those
little services of filial respect and affection. "She deserves," he
said to himself, "the richest gifts of Providence. One so bright, so
pure, so innocent, must be a favorite of the angels."

These were lover's thoughts, and our readers at the remembrance of
youthful dreams and fancies will pardon their extravagance. They come
at only one period of life, and oh, how quickly do they fly, leaving
behind a trail of light which may, indeed, be obscured, but never
quite extinguished.

Pownal informed the Judge of his intended departure, and, as usual,
received from him and Mrs. Bernard some commissions to execute on
their account. That of the former was for some books, while his
wife's, we are compelled to say, however undignified it may sound, was
for nothing more important than the last fashionable French bonnet.
But let us add that she took not more pleasure in wearing a becoming
head-dress (and what new fashion is not becoming?) than he in seeing
her handsome face in its adornment.

"My husband," she said, "Mr. Pownal, tries to Frenchify me a little,
sometimes, and I am obliged to indulge him, he is generally so good;
but he will never succeed in making anything else out of me than a
plain Yankee woman."

"Plain or beautiful, the highest title to my affection," said the
Judge, gallantly. "I have been a traveller, Thomas, and have seen
the Old World. This is a progressive world; and, believe me, the
productions of the New are not, to say the least, inferior to those of
the Old."

"I can well believe it," said Pownal, bowing to the ladies.

"A pleasant voyage, Thomas," said the Judge, as he bade his young
friend good-bye, "along the sandy shores of Long Island, and through