"if you are happy I shall be happy too, and I hope that you may not be quite so much governed as your father."

Though the latter part of his speech was delivered in an under breath it did not escape the quick ears of Aaltje.

"Out upon you, for an ungrateful varlet, Vander Dordrecht," she exclaimed, "would you wish to urge the lad on to be a tyrant? However I shall interfere there"

"Indeed you will not, my dear mother," replied Huyp. "Clara left to the impulse of her own heart will do very well, and needs not your skill in management to make me obey her. Tenderness and affection are the best reins with which a woman can guide a husband, all other means are futile, for believe me, when once discord begins there is no knowing where it may end."

"So much for philosophy!" cried

Aaltje, with a look which Huyp well knew how to understand-" Really, son, you had better promulgate your precepts to the world, but do not reckon on the support of the ladies; they certainly will be under no obligations to you for the new system of government, which you seem to advo

cate."

Speak for yourself, Aaltje vrouw," interrupted the Burgomaster. “I think the jongeling is in the right."

"You know nothing of the matter, Vander Dordrecht," cried the lady, "and, at any rate, you may rest assured that I shall go on after the old fashion, and therefore do not suppose that you may embrace the radicalism of your son."

Huyp smiled; the Burgomaster

sighed ;

and Aaltje congratulated

herself on having the ascendancy over her husband She was one of those

ladies who are tenacious of the privi leges of their sex, and think it little less than treason for men to question their right and title to rule both husband and family.

Huyp, on the contrary, was an advocate for equal power, He thought that neither ought to play the tyrant, and hoped to find matrimony the greatest blessing of existence-" a paradise below," but, like all others who venture into that holy state, he knew that he must soon reduce the theory to practice.

CHAPTER XXXVI.

It is sweet to meet with the one we love

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

THAT discussion elicits truth, is an axiom universally acknowledged, and Huyp had experienced the justness of the saying in the conduct of his mother, who had, at length, acknowledged that she had been deceived with respect to Clara.

Private weaknesses are not, in general, the property of the world, and Huyp trusted that those of Aaltje would not become the topic of conversation.

It was by no means pleasant to him to have her conduct called in question by those who make a trade of scandalizing their neighbours, for, though she had been at times capricious towards him, she had, nevertheless, been affectionate. Besides, she was his mother, and who that possesses the feelings of a man, can bear to hear that sacred character stigmatized! Those who have not a proper filial respect for their parents, can never become either good or valuable members of society.

Huyp was anxious to inform Clara of the success of his mission, and having the consent of Aaltje and the Burgomaster, he again proceeded to the villa, bearing with him a letter of apology to Clara from his mother, in which she attempted to gloss over her former illbehaviour, and to vindicate her conduct by laying the whole blame on the Robsons and Rosalie, whom she now