oung man, to have precisely--precisely such a
connection?"

"I should despise Thomas Pownal, if he felt anything but pride in his
father. I am the daughter of a republican, and care little for the
distinctions which the tailor makes. The noblest hearts are not always
those which beat under the finest broadcloth."

"The rank is but the guinea stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that."

"Well, Anne," said her brother, "I never expected to take a lesson, in
democracy, from you, nor fancied you were a politician before; but,
it seems to me you have become lately very sharp-sighted, to detect
Holden's merits. What is it that has so improved your vision?"

"You are trying to tease me, now, but I will not be angry. You know,
as well as I do, that from the first I took a liking to Mr. Holden. So
far from being frightened at him, when I was a child, nothing pleased
me better that when he took Faith and me into his arms, and told us
stories out of the Bible. I do believe I had then a presentiment he
was something different from what he seemed."

"But you have shown an extraordinary interest in him lately. Even now,
your voice trembles, and your color is raised beyond the requirements
of the occasion."

"How is it possible to avoid being excited, when my brother speaks
disparagingly of one who has every title to compassion and respect?
Is it not enough to soften your heart, to think of the wretchedness
he suffered so many years, and which shattered his fine understanding?
And now, that his--Oh, William!" she cried, bursting into tears, "I
did not think you were so hard-hearted."

"My dear Anne! my dear sister!" exclaimed her brother, putting his arm
around her and drawing her towards him, "forgive me. I never meant to
hurt your feelings, though I am sorry they are so much interested."

"I will not affect to misunderstand you, brother," she said,
recovering herself; "but you are mistaken, if you suppose that Mr.
Pownal has ever--has ever--spoken to me in a manner different from the
way in which he is in the habit of conversing with other ladies."

"Heaven be praised for that," said her brother. "But I ought to have
known you never would permit it."

"You ought to have known that, had he done so, I should not have
kept it a secret. My father and mother, and you, would have been made
acquainted with it."

"And, now, dear Annie, since things are as they are, I hope you
will not give Pownal any encouragement. Whatever ma