of Wolf's Crag, than be pestered with the wealth of Ravenswood Castle."
"And yet," said Lucy, "it was by attention to these minutiæ that my father acquired the property"
"Which my ancestors sold for lack of it," answered Ravenswood. "Be it so; a porter still bears but a burthen, though the burthen be of gold."
Lucy sighed; she perceived too plainly that her lover held in scorn the manners and habits of a father, to whom she had long looked up as her best and most partial friend, whose fondness had often consoled her for her mother's contemptuous harshness.
The lovers soon discovered that they differed upon other and no less important topics. Religion, the mother of peace, was, in those days of discord, so much misconstrued and mistaken, that her rules and forms were the subject of the most opposite opinions and the most hostile animosi-
