"So much youth, and beauty, and happiness! It is a benediction to have
seen it! I shall not reprove Joris at this time. But now I must go back
to Federal Hall; the question of the Capital makes me very anxious.
Every man of standing must feel so."

"And I must go to my tan pits, for it is the eye of the master that
makes the good servant. You will vote for New York, Van Heemskirk?--that
is a question I need not to ask?"

"Where else should the capital of our nation be? I think that
Philadelphia has great presumptions to propose herself against New
York:--this beautiful city between the two rivers, with the Atlantic
Ocean at her feet!"

"You say what is true, Van Heemskirk. God has made New York the capital,
and the capital she will be; and no man can prevent it. It was only
yesterday that Senator Greyson from Virginia told me that the Southern
States are against Philadelphia. She is very troublesome to the Southern
States, day by day dogging them with her schemes for emancipation. It is
the way to make us unfriends."

"I think this, Van Ariens: Philadelphia may win the vote at this time;
she has the numbers, and she has 'persuasions'; but look you! NEW YORK
HAS THE SHIPS AND THE COMMERCE, AND THE SEA WILL CROWN HER! 'The harvest
of the rivers is her revenue; and she is the mart of nations.' That is
what Domine Kunz said in the House this morning, and you may find the
words in the prophecy of Isaiah, the twenty-third chapter."

During this conversation they had forgotten all else, and when their
eyes turned to the Moran house the vision of youth and beauty had