, 1842-06-25

VI Seutiiiieul, In3n L have ever wit.
messed IN my life. Truly, it is re.
ireshIng to hear human nature speak.
ing out IN its own impressive language.
iuil OF energy and truth 1t may be
rough at times, for want of conven.
tIonal polish, but it is honest, for il
comes from the heart"
"Really, Frank. | do not know
what 10 make of YOU"
"lou do not think me crazy, at
least?'
81 do not know what to think. \
man OF your position in society, it
seems to me, acts very strangely,
when he lets himself down and con-
sorts with plebeianism."
"Ihat is not a good word for an
American lady to use, Isabella. This
is not the country for patrician and
pIebeian distinctions. The man here
is the noble. All else is but factitious,
and not 10 he weighed against the
man. IN all classes, truth, integrity.
and virtue, should make honour. and
the want of these. diShonour. Come.
sister, let the gold Of your real char
acter shine clear. Be true TO your
self, to the spirit and impulse Of this
age and this country, TO humln ma
tureil'
slow strangely you talk, Frank.
But, bark! there is the bell again.
Another Of your elegant visitors, |
suppose. All, me! | wish | could see
the end Of all this"
Fanny Lincoln wishes to see Mr..
Francis said the old servant. OPEN
ing the door Of the room in which sat
Frank Beverly and his sister.
TEL Fanny to walk up into my
study. and ! will be there in ! few
moments"
The servant withdrew. and Frank
said. as he rose from the sofa where
he had been sitting by the side of
his sister.
''Who is Fanny Lincolnl wonder"
"Why she is the girl that old Mrs.
Grand. the dairyman'S wife, raised.
| wonder what il the world she
wantsg'
"A letter written to her sweet.
heart, ! suppose" Frank said. loush-
ing. Il learn some strange things.
that YOU would like TO know
very much, for all Your light estima-
ton Of the plebeians. rs you call
them. Bot, good morning; | must
see what Fanny Lincoln wants"
When Frank Beverly entered the
room he called his study. he touud
there an apparijion that he had little
expected. In the centre of the floor
stood 4 fair girl. Just bIushing into
woman hood; and she glanced
mp at him with modest. yetnotbaSh-
ful mien. as he entered, that had in L
so much Of innocence and truth, that
the young man was instantly interest
ed. and that not lightly, in his new
visitor. He saw that her face was
beautiful as to regularity of features
and harmony Of colour, but far more
beautiful than any he had seen in lis
sweet expression, that blended so
much of gentleness and truth OF
character. with maindenly grace and
unassumed dignity.
sFanny Lincoln, believer Frank
said, bowling with his best grace, and
smiling at the same time, encourag-
ayes, sir, that is my name" replI-
ed the maiden, while the colour deep
ened upon her cheek. 81 have made
bold" she continued, "to come and
ask of YOU to write a letter for me,
if it will not be too much trouble
They tell m, in the village that you
will write for any one who asks YOU"
"Certainly | will, Fanny, and al
way with the greatest pleasure. But
who do you wish me to write to for
Won? Some sweetheart OF counsel"
he added. smiling.
80 no." replied Fanny, blushlng.
q have no sweetheart; but have a
brother" and her manner changed,
..from whom ] was parted when bet
= child. W. were orphans, and were
separated early. He was carried a.
way many hundred miles, and ! have
never seen him since. OF late have
thought of him much, and so constant
Iv within a few days, that l have
made bold to come and ask you to
write 10 him a letter for me. l can
not write myself" uo1oa,
There was a mingling OF sadness
,nJ rorret in her tone as she uttered
the closing sentence. hro,h
"Do YOU know where your broth
or is. Fanny" Frank Beverly ask
ed. I looking on his visitor with a feel
Evaly interest.