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his establishment—a very gentle, loving, yet in-
dustrious girl, whose dower was too small to
have been her only attraction. Thus both bro-
thers might be said to be fairly launched in life.

It might be imagined that Charles Adams,
having determined to reside in his native village,
and remain, what his father and grandfather had
been, a simple gentleman farmer, and that ra-
ther on a small than a large scale, was altoge-
ther without that feeling of ambition which stim-
ulates exertion and elevates the mind. Charles
Adams had quite enough of this—which may be
said, like fire, to be “ a good servant, but a bad
master”’-—but he made it subservient to the dic-
tates of prudence—and a forethought, the gift,
perhaps, that, above all others, we should most
earnestly covet for those whose prosperity we
would secure. To save his brother’s portion of
the freehold from going into the hands of stran-
gers, he incurred a debt; and wisely—while he
gave to his land all that was necessary to make
it yield its increase—he abridged all other ex-
penses, and was ably seconded in this by his
wife, who resolved, until principal and interest ~
were discharged, to live quietly and carefully.
Charles contended that every appearance made
beyond a man’s means was an attempted fraud
upon the public; while John shook his head,
and answered that it might do very well for
Charles to say so, as no one expected the sack
that brought the grain to market to be of fine