rupted Susannah, with more severity than I ever
had seen in her sweet countenance, "do not trouble thyself with giving
thy reasons, seeing thou hast given every reason but the right one, which
is, that thy pride revolts at it."

"I was about to observe," replied I, "that it was a name that sounded of
mammon, and not fitting for one of our persuasion. But, Susannah, you
have accused me of pride, and I will now raise no further objections.
Japhet Newland it shall be, and let us speak no more upon the subject."

"If I have wronged thee, Japhet, much do I crave thy forgiveness,"
replied Susannah. "But it is God alone who knoweth the secrets of our
hearts. I was presumptuous, and you must pardon me."

"Susannah, it is I who ought to plead for pardon; you know me better than
I know myself. It was pride, and nothing but pride--but you have cured
me."

"Truly have I hopes of thee now, Japhet," replied Susannah, smiling.
"Those who confess their faults will soon amend them; yet I do think
there is some reason in thy observation, for who knoweth, but meeting
with thy former associates, thou mayst not be tempted into falling
away? Thou mayst spell thy name as thou listest; and, peradventure, it
would be better to disguise it."

So agreed Mr and Mrs Cophagus, and I therefore had it written
_Gnow_-land; and having engaged a person of the society, strongly
recommended to me, as an assistant, I took possession of my shop, and
was very soon busy in making up prescriptions, and dispensing my
medicines in all quarters of the good town of Reading.

And I was happy. I had enjoyment during the day; my profession was, at
all events, liberal. I was dressed and lived as a gentleman, or rather I
should say respectably. I was earning my own livelihood. I was a useful
member of society, and when I retired home to meals, and late at night,
I found, that if Cophagus and his wife had retired, Susannah Temple
always waited up, and remained with me a few minutes. I had never been
in love until I had fallen in with this perfect creature; but my love
for her was not the love of the world; I could not so depreciate her--I
loved her as a superior being--I loved her with fear and trembling. I
felt that she was too pure, too holy, too good for a vain worldly
creature like myself. I felt as if my destiny depended upon her and her
fiat; that if she favoured me, my happiness in this world and in the
next were secured; that if she rejected me, I was cast