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men hang on hands now-a-days. At all events,
by God’s blessing, I am resolved that, if they
are beatities, they shall never be forced by po-
verty to accept unworthy matches ; if they are
plain, they shall have enough to live upon with-
out husbands.”

“'That is easy enough for you, Charles,” said
the doctor, ** who have had your broad acres to
support you, and no necessity for expenditure
or show of any kind; who might go from Mon-
day morning till Saturday night in home-spun,
and never give any thing beyond home-brewed
and gooseberry wine, with a chance bottle of
port to your visiters—while I, Heaven help me!
was obliged to dash in a well-appointed equi-
page, entertain, and appear to be doing a great
deal in my profession, when a guinea would
pine in solitude for a week together in my
pocket.”

‘‘T do not want to talk with you of the past,
John,” said Charles ; “ our ideas are more likely
to agree now than they were ten or twelve years
ago; I will speak of the future and present.
You are now out of debt, in the very prime of
life, and in the receipt of a splendid income ;
but do not, let me entreat you, spend it as it
comes; lay by something for those children;
provide for them either by insurance, or some
of the many means that are open to us all. Do
not, my dear brother, be betrayed by health, or
the temptation for display, to live up to an in