The novels of Charles Brockden Brown, consisting of Wieland;or, The transformation. Arthur Mervyn; or, Memoirs of the year 1793. Edgar Huntly; or, Memoirs of a sleep-walker. Jane Talbot. Ormond; or, The secret witness. Clara Howard; or, The enthusiasm of love. With a memoir of the author.

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CLARA HOWARD; OR,

Should this lady be inclined to favour Stanley, of what
materials must her heart be composed if she do not refuse, or at least hesitate, to interfere with your claims?
If she do not refuse, how must her happiness be embittered by reflections on your forlorn state! for no doubt
the young man's sincerity will make her mistress of your
story."
"Do not dwell upon this theme," said I. "I am
grieved for my folly. I have been very wrong. Tell
me rather, my beloved monitor, what I ought to have
done,-what I may still do."
"It would be useless to dwell on what is past and
cannot be undone: the future is fully in your power.
Without doubt, you ought to hasten to repair the errors
you have committed."
"By what means?"
"They are obvious. You must dismiss these useless,
these pernicious regrets, which, in every view, religious
or moral, are criminal; you must give admission to
cheerful thoughts, fix your attention on the objects of
useful knowledge, study the happiness of those around
you, be affable and social, and entitle yourself to the
friendship and respect of the many amiable persons who
live near us; above all, make haste to inform Stanley
of your present condition, disclose to him your new prospects of being useful and happy, and teach him to be
wise by your example. But let your kindness be most
shown where your power is greatest, and where you are
most strongly bound by the ties of gratitude. Think
of my brother as he merits to be thought of; hasten to
reward him'for those years of anguish which your perverseness has given him, and which have consumed the
best part of his life."
"But how shall I gain an interview with Stanley? I
know not where he is. You say that my draft has never
been presented: it must be so, since the money is still
there, in my own name. Some accident has befallen
him; he may not be alive to receive the fiuits of my
repentance."
"Set your heart at rest," replied my friend, with a
significant smile; "he is well."