Original (English)

CHAPTER I. "I don't know that," said my father. What is it my father does not know? My father does not know that "happiness is our being's end and aim." And pertinent to what does my father reply, by words so sceptical, to an assertion so seldom disputed? Reader, Mr. Trevanion has been half an hour seated in our little drawing-room. He has received two cups of tea from my mother's fair hand; he has made himself at home. With Mr. Trevanion has come another friend of my father'