eautiful gloves sent us," had a line run
through in the manuscript; a little reflection, telling the learned
editor that it might be indiscreet to publish the fact at that precise
moment. The American will know how to appreciate the importance of this
opinion, in relation to the house in question, when he is told that it
was written by one of those inspired moralists, and profound
constitutional lawyers, and ingenious political economists, who daily
teach their fellow creatures how to give practical illustrations of the
mandates of the Bible, how to discriminate in vexed questions arising
from the national compact, and how to manage their private affairs in
such a way as to escape the quicksands that have wrecked their own.

As some of my readers may feel an interest in the fate of poor Eudosia,
I will take occasion to say, before I proceed with the account of my
own fortunes, that it was not half as bad as might have been supposed.
Mr. Halfacre commenced his compromises under favorable auspices. The
reputation of the affair of the pocket-handkerchief was of great
service, and creditors relented as they thought of the hardship of
depriving a pretty girl of so valuable an appliance. Long before the
public had ceased to talk about the removal of the deposits, Mr.
Halfacre had arranged every thing to his own satisfaction. The lots
were particularly useful, one of them paying off a debt that had been
contracted for half a dozen. Now and then he met an obstinate fellow
who insisted on his money, and who talked of suits in chancery. Such
men were paid off in full, litigation being the speculator's aversion.
As for the fifty dollars received for me, it answered to go to market
with until other funds were found. This diversion of the sum from its
destined object, however, was apparent rather than real, since food was
indispensable to enable the excellent but unfortunate man to work for
the benefit of his creditors. In short, every thing was settled in the
most satisfactory manner, Mr. Halfacre paying a hundred cents in the
dollar, in lots, however, but in such a manner as balanced his books
beautifully.

"Now, thank God! I owe no man a sixpence," said Mr. to Mrs. Halfacre,
the day all was concluded, "and only one small mistake has been made by
me, in going through so many complicated accounts, and for such large
sums."

"I had hoped ALL was settled," answered the good woman in alarm. "It is
that unreasonable man, John Downri