class="x-ebookmaker-pageno" title="p. 16" id="pgepubid00017"/>instance, that they would improve more in one month passed in the country, at this fine season, than in a whole summer at school.  ‘Tell her,’ said she, ‘to let them

‘Leave their books and come away,
That boys and girls may join in play.’”

“I really think, Frances,” said Mr. Draper, “this would be an excellent plan; you are not quite well, and the country air will be of service to you and Charlotte.”

“We have so much more of country round us,” said she, with an air of satisfaction, “than most of my city friends, that I scarcely feel it right to make trees or grass an excuse for emigration.  I have as much pleasure in seeing spring return to unlock my treasures, as you can have, Howard.  I must show you some of my rare plants.  I have, too, my grape and strawberry vines; and finer peach trees I do not think you can exhibit.”

“I sincerely hope,” said Howard, “you will enjoy this pleasure long, and eat fruit that you have cultivated yourself: I dare say, it is sweeter than any you can buy.”

“It ought to be,” said Mr. Draper, a little seriously, “for it certainly costs about six times as much as the highest market price that we should pay.  We live here at a most enormous rent; my conscience often twinges me on the subject.”

“And yet I have heard you say, that you bought this place lower,” said Howard, “than any which you would now occupy.”

“That is true; but by taking down this building, and cutting the land into lots, I might get a house clear.”  A slight flush passed over Mrs. Draper’s cheek.

“I have had applications,” continued Mr. Draper, “for the whole estate as it stands; but really, it is such a source of pleasure to my wife to have her garden and her shrubbery, that I have not listened to them.”

“Thank you,” said Mrs. Draper.

“I am doubtful, however, whether I am doing right to let so much property remain idle and useless.”

“Not useless, brother,” said Howard, “if it gives so much enjoyment to your family.  What can you do with money but purchase

happiness in some form or other?  The benevolent purchase it by relieving the wants of others, and are blessed in blessing; nor can I see why money may not as wisely be expended in the purchase of a fine house and garden, as by investing it in stocks, or ships and cargoes.”

“Simply because the one is dead property, and brings no interest; the other is constantly accumulating.”

“Is there no such thing as being rich enough?” said Howard.  “Are we to be always striving to acquire, and never sitting quietly down to enjoy?”

“No one can look forward to that time more earnestly than I do,” said Mr. Draper.  “Every wise man will fix upon a certain sum, that his reason and experience tell him will be sufficient for his expenditures; and then he ought to retire from business, and hazard no more.—Now, Howard, as I must hurry through dinner, we may as well improve our time.  I promised to aid you in the disposition of your surplus money.  As you have a dread of adventure, and do not like to run any risk, I

will take it myself, and give you compound interest.”

Howard expressed his thanks.  “You owe me none; it will be a matter of convenience to me to have the use of this additional money.  I only feel some compunction in deriving that profit from it which you might yourself reap.  However, as I take the risk, and you take none, it is according to your own plan;—and now I must be off; I have already overrun my time,” said he, looking at his watch.  “If possible, I shall be at home early, but it is a busy season; two East India cargoes have just arrived, and several consignments of cotton from the south; all are pressing upon us.”

“My brother,” said Howard, as he disappeared, “is the same active, enterprising man he always was.  I rejoice to hear, however, that he has set some limits to his desire for wealth.”

“Our desires grow proportionably to our increase of wealth, I believe,” said Mrs. Draper.  “When we began life, your brother said, if he was ever worth a hundred thousand dollars,

he would retire from business; he now allows himself to be worth much more than that amount, and yet you perceive our homestead becomes too valuable for our own use, because it can be converted to money.  All this, however, would be nothing, if I did not see this eager pursuit of gain robbing him of the pleasures of domestic life, of the recreation every father ought to allow himself to receive from the innocent conversation and sports of his children.  He cannot spare time for travel—to become acquainted with the beautiful views of our own country.  To you, who knew him, as I did, full of high and noble perceptions, this is a melancholy change.”

Howard was silent; he remembered his brother’s early restless desire of wealth, strikingly contrasted with his own indifference to it.  Frances judged of his character by that period of life when all that is imaginative or sentimental is called into action;—she judged him by the season of first love.  She little supposed that the man who was contented to ramble with her over hill and dale, who could bathe in moonbeams, and talk of the dewy breath

of evening and morning, as if it came from “Araby the blest,” would one day refuse to quit the bustle of State Street, or the dark, noisy lumber of India Wharf, to gaze on the Falls of Niagara, because it could not thunder money in his ear! that his excursions were to be confined to manufactories, coal-mines, rail-road meetings, and Eastern lands.  This development of character had been gradual, and she scarcely realized his entire devotion to business, till she saw his health affected by that scourge of our “pleasant vices,” dyspepsy.  She expressed her apprehensions to Howard, and begged him to use all his influence to break the spell.

“I can think of nothing that will have more effect,” said Howard, “than for you to accept my wife’s invitation, to pass a few weeks with us in the country.  This will occasionally withdraw my brother from the city, and it appears to me that your own health may be benefited by the change.”  He was struck with his sister’s altered appearance, with the occasional flush, the short, low cough; yet she said she was well—“only a slight cold.”

At length she promised to be with them the ensuing week, provided her husband could make arrangements to go with her.  “If he knows that I depend on him,” said she, “it will be the strongest inducement for him to quit the city for a few days.”

Mr. Draper returned late in the evening, and had only time to complete his business affairs with his brother, who departed early the next morning.

CHAPTER II.

The spring had returned with its new-born beauty, its swelling buds, it tender grass; here and there a tree in the city anticipated the season of leaves, and put forth its verdant honors.  “Now, ma’am,” said Lucy, who had long been a faithful domestic in the family, “if you are going particular, and don’t expose yourself by going into the garden, and will take the cough-drops regularly, morning and