It is only the misrepresentation of love in literature that is bad, as the poisoning of love in life is bad.

It was the love of August that had opened Julia's heart to the influences of heaven, and Julia was to August a mediator of God's grace.
By eleven o'clock August Wehle and his wife--it gives me nearly as much pleasure as it did August to use that locution--were standing not far away from the surging crowd of those who, in singing hymns and in excited prayer, were waiting for the judgment.

Jonas and Cynthy and Andrew were with them.

August, though not a recognized Millerite, almost blamed himself that he should have been away these two hours from the services.

But why should he?
The most sacramental of all the sacraments is marriage.