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.

JANE TALBO'. 15
would be quite willing to assist him, were it in his power;
but really it was no longer in his power.
I was, for a time, at a loss for words to express my
surprise and indignation at my brother's unfeeling selfishness. I could no longer maintain my usual silence
on his conduct, but inveighed against it, as soon as I
could find breath, with the utmost acrimony.
AMy father was embarrassed, confounded, grieved. He
sighed, and even wept.-" Francis," said he, at last, " tobe-sure, has not acted quite right. But what can be
done? Is he not my child? and, if he has faults, is he
altogether without virtue? No; if he did not find a
lenient and forgiving judge in me, his father, in whom
could he look for one? Besides, the thing is done, and
therefore without remedy. This year's income is nearly
exhausted, and I really fear, before another quarter comes
round, I shall want myself."
I again described, in as strong and affecting terms as I
could, Risberg's expectations and disappointment, and insinuated to him, that, in a case like this, there could be no
impropriety in selling a few shares of his bank-stock.
This hint was extremely displeasing, but I urged him
so vehemently that he said, "' Francis will perhaps consent
to it: I will try him this evening."
"Alas!" said I,'cmy brother will never consent to
such a measure. If he has found occasion for the money
you had designed for my poor cousin, and of all your current income, his necessities will not fail to lay hold of
this."
"Very true;" (glad, it seemed, of an excuse for not
thwarting his son's will;) "'Frank will never consent.
So, you see, it will be impossible to do any thing."
I was going to propose that he should execute this
business without my brother's,knowledge, but instantly
perceived the impossibility of that. My father had for
some years devolved on his son the management of all his
affairs, and habit had made him no longer qualified to act
for himself. Frank's opinion of what was proper to be
done was infallible, and absolute in all cases.
I returned home with a very sad heart. I was deeply
afflicted with this new instance of my brother's selfishness