With the dispatch of the evening meal, old Sylvester withdrew to the other room, with a little hand lamp, to read a chapter by himself. The others remaining seated about the apartment; the Captain and Oliver presently fell into a violent discussion on the true sources of national wealth, the Captain giving it as his opinion that it solely depended on having a great number of ships at sea, as carriers between different countries. Oliver was equally clear and resolute that the real wealth of a nation lay in its wheat crops. When wheat was at ten shillings the bushel, all went well; let it fall a quarter, and you had general bankruptcy staring you in the face. Mr. William Peabody was'nt at the pains to deliver his opinion, but he was satisfied, in his secret soul, that it lay in the increase of new houses, or the proper supply of calicoes--he had'nt made up his mind which. Presently Oliver was troubled again in reference to the supply of gold in the world--whether there was enough to do business with; he also had some things to say (which he had out of a great speech in Congress) about bullion and rates of exchange, but nobody understood him. "By the way," he added, "Mrs. Carrack's son Tiffany is gone to the Gold Region. From what he writes to me I think he'll cut a very great figure in that country." "An exceedingly fine, talented young man," said the merchant, who had, then, sundry sums on loan from his mother. "In any point of view, in which you regard it," continued Oliver, "the gold country is an important acquisition." "You hav'nt the letter Tiffany wrote, with you?" interrupted the Captain. "I think I have," was the answer. "I brought it, supposing you might like to look at it. Shall I read it?" There was no objection--the letter was read--in which Mr. Tiffany Carrack professed his weariness of civilized life--spoke keenly of misspent hours--a determination to rally and do something important, intimating that that was a great country for enterprising young men, and, in a familiar phrase, closed with a settled resolution to do or die. "I have a letter to the same effect," said the Captain. "And so have I," said William Peabody, "word for word." "He means to do something very grand," said the Captain. Something very grand--the women all agreed--for Mr. Tiffany Carrack was a nice young man, and had a prospect of inheriting a hundred thousand dollars, to say nothing of the large sums he was to bring from the Gold Regions. It was evident to all that he was going into the business with a rush. They, of course, would'nt see Mr. Tiffany Carrack at this Thanksgiving gathering--he had better business on hand--Mr. Tiffany Carrack was clearly the promising young man of the family, and was carrying the fortunes of the Peabodys into the remotest quarters of the land.