mountain, which were gay with the thousand dies of autumn, as if to grace their bridal, the swelling heart of the young wife burst out in speech.
"This is not a time for silence, Oliver!" she said, clinging more fondly to his arm; "every thing in nature seems to speak the praises of the Creator; why should we, who have so much to be grateful for, be silent."
"Speak on," said her husband, smiling; "I love the sounds of your voice. You must anticipate our errand hither; I have told you my plans, how do you like them?"
"I must first see them," returned his wife. "But I have had my plans, too; it is time I should begin to divulge them."
"You! It is something for the comfort of my old friend Natty, I know."
"Certainly of Natty; but we have other friends besides the Leather-stocking, to serve. Do you forget Louisa, and her father?"
"No, surely; have I not given one of the best farms in the county to the good divine. As for Louisa, I should wish you to keep her always near us."
"You do," said Elizabeth, slightly compressing her lips; "but poor Louise may have other views for herself; she may wish to follow my example, and marry."
"I don't think it," said Effingham, musing a moment; "I really don't know any one hereabouts good enough for her."
"Perhaps not here; but there are other places besides Templeton, and other churches besides 'New St. Paul's.'"
"Churches, Elizabeth! you would not wish to lose Mr. Grant, surely! though simple, he is an
