It wanted but two days to the time fixed for the resumption of our studies.  The boys had returned, and the note of preparation was already sounded.  I carried my task to the retreat, and there commenced my labours.  An hour fled quickly whilst I was occupied somewhat in Greek, but more in contemplation of the gorgeous scene before me, and in lingering thoughts of her whose form was never absent, but hovered still about the pleasure or the business of the day.  The shadow of that form was yet present, when the substance became visible to the bodily eye.  Ellen followed me to the “Lover’s Bower,” and there surprised me.  She was even paler than before—­and the burden of some disquietude was written on her gentle brow; but a smile was on her lips—­one of a languid cast—­and also of encouragement and hope.  I drew her to my side.  Lovers are egotists; their words point ever to themselves.  She spoke of the birth-day that had just gone by; the tranquil and blissful celebration of it.  My expectant soul was already dreaming of the next that was to come, and speaking of the increased happiness that must accompany it.

Ellen sighed.

“It is a lover’s sigh!” thought I, not heeding it.

“Whatever may be the future, Caleb,” said Ellen seriously, but very calmly, “we ought to be prepared for it.  Earth is not our resting-place.  We should never forget that.  Should we, dearest?”

“No, love; but earth has happiness of her kind, of which her children are most sensible.  Whilst we are here, we live upon her promises.”

“But oh, not to the exclusion of the brighter promises that come from heaven!  You do not say that, dear Caleb?”

“No, Ellen.  You could not give your heart to him who thought so; howbeit, you have bestowed it upon one unworthy of your piety and excellence.”

“Do not mock me, Caleb,” said Ellen, blushing.  “I have the heart of a sinner, that needs all the mercy of heaven for its weaknesses and faults.  I have ever fallen short of my duty.”

“You are the only one who says it.  Your father will not say so, and I question if the villagers would take your part in this respect.”

“Do not misunderstand me, Caleb.  I am not, I trust, a hypocrite.  I have endeavoured to be useful to the poor and helpless in our neighbourhood—­I have been anxious to lighten the heaviness of a parent’s days, and, as far as I could, to indemnify him for my mother’s loss.  I believe that I have done the utmost my imperfect faculties permitted.  I have nothing to charge myself with on these accounts.  But my Heavenly Father,” continued the maiden, her cheeks flushing, her eyes filling with tears—­“oh!  I have been backward in my affection and duty to him.  I have not ever had before my eyes his honour and glory in my daily walk—­I have not done every act in subordination to his will, for his sake, and with a view to his blessing.  But He is merciful as well as just, and if his punishment falls now upon my head, it is assuredly to wean me from my error, and to bring me to himself.”