The Two Homes, by the Author of 'Amy Grant'. (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1856 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XII. "Whate'er we do it passes, and is found Whither we know not; and becomes the seed Of after reckonings; seed which underground Lies unperceived awhile, beside the weed That bore it."--The Baptistery. Month after month passed quietly away, with little to mark the time. The accounts of Tom were most satisfactory, not only from his own letters, --those that Mr. Leigh had from his master spoke of him in the highest terms, and said that he never had to find any fault with him. Mason had grown more cheerful, and was nearly as much pleased as Tom himself at Alice's having consented to become his wife. He used to walk over to Egbert's Oak in an evening, when they had had a letter from Tom, and watch with such pleasure Alice's happy face whilst she read it. He was as proud of her as her own father could have been, and felt truly grateful to her for having made his son so happy. At times, when the thought of poor Harriet pressed heavily upon him, he was much depressed, but a talk with Alice always cheered and soothed him: she seemed to have a spring of quiet joy that never dried up; it seldom burst forth in a sparkling stream, but flowed on calm and still, clear and bright, and always ready for use when needed. Her mother used to think she had much of her grandfather's disposition: and no doubt his wholesome advice, consistent example, and, above all, his earnest prayers, had done much for her, and enabled her to struggle against her natural faults. They were seldom visible to others, but she knew them, and felt them herself, and had to fight manfully against the temptations that beset the path of all those who would travel through this earth untainted by its corrupting atmosphere. One afternoon in the spring following that on which Tom left Aberdean, Mrs....