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The dingle, where was the root-house and the violet bank, might have been about a quarter of a mile from my father's house, and the way lay, for the most part, through the deepest shade of lofty trees, when the larger hand of the time piece, in my mother's dressing-room, shewed that it only wanted so many minutes to five, as I judged necessary for my rapid passage to the appointed place, I delayed not another moment, and swiftly as my light young feet would bear me, hastened along the terrace, and down the steep path, till I found myself at the very bottom of the dingle, and in a place where a narrow plank served for a bridge over the stream, which tumbled from the heights a little higher up the glen. There, standing still, I looked up towards the spot on the other side of the dingle, where an old root-house, attached to the side of a rocky bank, opened its mouth directly in my view; I saw at once that it had been newly thatched, and that a sort of rude table, with seats of turf, had been prepared within; on this occasion, it was also hung about with garlands of roses, and my own sweet Adolphus stood in the door way; he had no hat on his head, and the gentle breeze agitated his hair, and raised it from his brow. He darted forward as soon as he saw me, and with a courtesy, which was natural to him, but which, no doubt, was adorned and beautified by his improved feelings, he handed me to this root-house, where he had prepared a little feast of fruit and cream set forth on vine leaves,and garnished with his favorite flower, the violet. Then giving me a kiss, he set me at the head of the table, and invited me to partake of his entertainment; after which, putting his hand into a hollow tree, which formed one of the principal supports of the root-house, he brought out a Bible and two little hymn books, and speaking with some hesitation, "Rosa," he said, "I have been thinking that it would be very pleasant for us to come here every evening during the holidays, and I will read the Bible to you, and we will sing a hymn and pray; will you, dear Rosa, consent to this?"

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It was impossible for me to refuse such an invitation, neither did I wish it; I loved my brother too well to deny him any thing which he could reasonably ask. Though I am quite certain that the love of God had at that time no influence, either on my heart or actions, notwithstanding which, I drew close to my brother, while he read a small portion of the Bible, which he had expressly

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