nature of her compound, than may the presiding
genius of any "well regulated family" be of the eventual result when the
two acids of love and hate are brought chemically together in the heart
of budding womanhood.

There was a certain John Boadley Bancker, a man of a family exceedingly
respectable, though decayed, who had himself been a speculator in lands
and stocks and amassed more or less money, and who was popularly
understood to have been intrusted by Major General Governor Morgan with
the authority of Colonel and the permission to raise a regiment for the
war. There was a certain Frank Wallace, a young man of no particular
family that any one had ever heard mentioned, a fellow of infinite jest
and agreeableness, but very little money and no commission at all except
to make love when necessary and extract as much comfort as possible from
the passing hour,--who carried on a small printing business which just
made him a comfortable livelihood, in a narrow street within a stone's
throw of the Museum. It was the bounden duty of Miss Emily Owen, seeing
that the portly Judge, her father, and the pleasant matron, her mother,
had formed the very highest opinion of one of these gentlemen, to fall
in love with him as quickly as possible. Of course she had contracted
for him a most unconquerable aversion! It was her bounden duty to ignore
the other, even if she did not hate and despise him--seeing that he
found no other friend in her family: could there have been a stronger
guaranty for her going madly in love with the scapegrace?

A moment after the period when we saw them sitting in silence and mutual
discomfort, mother and daughter resumed the conversation which had
brought about that state of feeling.

"You will be sorry for what you have said, Emily!" said the mother.

"So will you, for what _you_ have said!" was the reply of the daughter,
with that species of iteration which displays no wit but a great deal of
earnestness.

"You know, as well as I do, that your father has set his heart upon this
match," continued the mother, "and you know how much he is in the habit
of allowing others to oppose him."

"Yes, I know," replied the young girl, "and I know one thing more."

"Indeed! and what is that?" asked the mother, with the slightest
perceptible shade of a sneer in her voice.

"--That both you and my father made a serious blunder in bringing _me_
into the world, if you meant to get along entirely without oppositi