journeyings again. He thought himself back on the wearisome
road he had come that day, and it seemed that night and
darkness overtook him; such night that his way was lost. And
he was sitting by the roadside, with his little bundle, stayed
that he could not go on, when his mother suddenly came, with a
light, and offered to lead him forward. But the way by which
she would lead him was not one he had ever travelled, for the
dream ended there. He awoke and knew it was a dream; yet
somewhat in the sweet image, or in the thoughts and
associations it brought back, touched him strangely; and he
wept upon his pillow with the convulsive weeping of a little
child. And prayed, that night, for the first time in his life,
that in the journey before him his mother's God might be his
God. He slept at last.

He awoke to new thoughts and to fresh exertion. Action,
action, was the business of the day; to get up the hill of
learning, the present aim of life; and to that he bent
himself. Whether or not Winthrop fancied this opportunity
might be a short one, it is certain he made the most of it.
Mr. Glanbally had for once his heart's desire of a pupil.

It was a week or two before the walk was taken to Deerford and
the books bought. At the end of those weeks the waste
afternoon fell out, and Mr. Glanbally got Winthrop a ride in a
wagon for one half the way. Deerford was quite a place; but to
Winthrop its great attraction was -- a Latin dictionary! He
found the right bookstore, and his dollar was duly exchanged
for a second-hand Virgil, a good deal worn, and a dictionary,
which had likewise seen its best days; and that was not saying