'There spoke a sweet nature,' said he, 'and I must thank you for these words.

But I would not have you fancy that I regret the past for any happiness found in it, or that I fear the simplicity and hardship of the country.

I am a man that has been much tossed about in life; now up, now down; and do you think that I shall not be able to support what you support--you who are kind, and therefore know how to feel pain; who are beautiful, and therefore hope; who are young, and therefore (or am I the more mistaken ?) discontented ?' 'Nay, sir, not that, at least,' said Nance; 'not discontented.

If I were to be discontented, how should I look those that have real sorrows in the face?
I have faults enough, but not that fault; and I have my merits too, for I have a good opinion of myself.

But for beauty, I am not so simple but that I can tell a banter from a compliment.' 'Nay, nay,' said Mr.Archer, 'I had half forgotten; grief is selfish, and I was thinking of myself and not of you, or I had never blurted out so bold a piece of praise.