This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...getting farther and farther from the right path. My very appearance was changed. I was quite startled, when I looked at myself in the glass one day, to see how altered I was. "They would not know me at Summerbrook," I muttered to myself; " I wonder Lizzie cares to walk with me." Sin always leaves its marks, and I felt they were upon me. But I deadened the voice of conscience as much as I could. 1 kept as far as possible from the churches in service-time, often going a long way round to avoid them. I hid my Bible at the very bottom of the drawer where I kept my clothes. I tried to banish all remembrance of my former resolutions and of Mrs. Payne; and as for my mother, the less I thought about her, the more comfortable I was. Oh, how thankful I ought to be that God's Holy Spirit did not leave me alone as He might have done!--that He bore with me, and had long patience, and at length opened my heart to receive His gracious influences. Ne Saturday, about two years after I left home, I was sitting by the fire in Mrs. Baker's kitchen. I hardly remember how it was that I had come home so much earlier than usual. I almost think I had had some quarrel with one of my mates, and had walked off in a temper. Whatever it was that had brought me, I soon regretted that I had come, for I was greeted by a cloud of dust and Miss Lizzie with her hair in curl-papers, who was having "a clean," as my mother would have called it. But to my mind these "cleans " of hers never seemed to improve matters much. However, she appeared pleased to see me, for generally when I came in on Saturday night I was not able to speak to her. She gave me a chair by the fire, where she said I should be out of the way of the dust. But even...