Lydia Maria Child,
Autumnal leaves: tales and sketches in prose and rhyme
(1856)
“ Thus walking through the green lanes of their childhood, they came unconsciously into the fairy-land of love! All was bright and golden there, and but one shadow rested on the sunshine. When Camillo spoke of the “little meeting-house in the garden,” and the image of “My donny,” she grew very thoughtful; and he said with a sigh, “I wish, dear Alice, that we were of one religion.” She smiled sweetly as she answered, “Are we not both of the religion of Jesus?”He kissed her hand, and said, “Your soul is always large and liberal, and noble and kind; but others are not like you, dear Alice.” ”
