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 TALBOT. 17
nal regret to me; yet it never displayed itself with much
force, except under the lash of my brother's sarcasms.
My indignation on those occasions had a strange mixture
of fear in it, and both together suffocated my speech. I
made no answer to this boisterous arrogance.
"But come," continued he, "pray, let us hear your
very wise objections to a man's applying his own property
to his own use. To rob himself and spend the spoil upon
another is thy sage maxim, it seems, for which thou deservest to be dubbed a she Solomon. But let's see if
thou art as cunning in defending as in coining maxims.
Come; there is a chair: lay it on the floor, and suppose
it a bar or rostrum, which thou wilt, and stand behind
it, and plead the cause of foolish prodigality against common sense."
I endeavoured to muster up a little spirit; and replied,
"I could not plead before a more favourable judge. An
appeal to my brother on behalf of foolish prodigality
could hardly fail of success. Poor common sense must
look for justice at some other tribunal."
His eyes darted fire. " Come, girl; none of your insolence. I did not come here to be insulted."
" No; you rather came to commit than to receive an
insult."
" Paltry distinguisher! to jest with you, and not chide
you for your folly, is to insult you, is it? Leave off romance, and stick to common sense, and you will never
receive any thing but kindness from me. But come; if
I must humour you, let me hear how you have found yourself out to be wiser than your father and brother."' I do not imagine, brother, that any good will result
from our discussing this subject. Education, or sex, if
you please, has made a difference in our judgments,
which argument will never reconcile."
" With all my heart. A truce everlasting let there be;
but, in truth, I merely came to caution you against intermeddling in my affairs, to tell you to beware of sowing
jealousy and ill-will between the old man and me. Prate
away on other subjects as much as you please; but on
this affair of Risberg's hold your tongue for the future."' I thank you for your brotherly advice, but I am
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