if they knowed as much as he, and was half as likely. Wish
I had ollers did as wal as George, and my mind was peaceful as his'n.
But I must go hum. I calkilate to start on a journey to-morror, for
the Holland Purchase, and I've a little fixin' to dew."

So they separated, and Fabens went home, musing in his heart, and
inquiring what fresh remorse could have seized on Troffater's
conscience, and what might be the object of his journey.

Under the joint management of Fabens and George Ludlow, for a period of
good prices and great prosperity, the farm yielded a return of a
portion of the sum lost by Fairbanks, and a year or so was anticipated
as time sufficient to retrieve the entire misfortune, if misfortune it
might really now be called; and place the family and their young friend
in very desirable circumstances. The smaller farm yielded an extra
increase for receiving the care and culture formerly bestowed on the
fields that were sold; the seasons seemed more genial; the rains more
timely, and the sun more liberal in his bland, warm beams, than for
years gone by. The beneficence of God was pictured out on all the
glowing sky; blooming in all the fields and woods, and sung by the
birds and breezes. Lessons of grief, quite as much as those of joy,
had taught them to discover the signs of that beneficence; to rejoice
in all its light, and repose in its blissful promise.

Mr. and Mrs. Fabens had arrived at a period of life when old age was
approaching, yet most tardy in its advances; and their relation as
parents was most interesting; and their convictions and sentiments, as
trusting Christians, gave daily refreshment to their souls.

As one good consequence of the late trial, our excellent farmer
considered his cure of a love of praise, which had grown insensibly
upon him, and commenced already to make him unhappy, by warping his
independence, and making him almost a slave to the vain opinions of
men. As another effect in which he discovered a blessing, it weakened
his worldly cares, and taught him to set his affections on things above.

There was a time of general happiness in Summerfield. Some of the old
people had passed away; among whom Mr. Flaxman and old Mr. and Mrs.
Waldron were much lamented. Many worthy sons were left behind; and
several who had been prodigals were now reformed, to render the old
neighborhood pleasant and happy.

Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were still alive, and possessed a fine property,
an