“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 dissolved.  Van Heemskirk’s grandson, Lieutenant Hyde, was hastening towards Broadway; and the lovely Cornelia Moran was sauntering up the garden of her home, stooping occasionally to examine the pearl-powdered auriculas or to twine around its support some vine, straggling out of its proper place.

Then Van Ariens hurried down to his tanning pits in the swamp; and Van Heemskirk went thoughtfully to Broad Street; walking slowly, with his left arm laid across his back, and his broad, calm countenance beaming with that triumph which he foresaw for the city he loved.  When he reached Federal Hall, he stood a minute in the doorway; and with inspired eyes looked at the splendid, moving picture; then he walked proudly toward the Hall of Representatives, saying to himself, with silent exultation as he went: 

“The Seat of Government!  Let who will, have it; New York is the Crowning City.  Her merchants shall be princes, her traffickers the honourable of the earth; the harvest of her rivers shall be her royal revenue, and the marts of all nations shall be in her streets.”

CHAPTER II

THIS IS THE WAY OF LOVE