"I have a chance now, and it will go hard but I will accomplish it." The mother's eye turned to her other son.
"I believe I must say the same, mother," he replied gravely.
"I have perhaps some notion of _doing_, afterwards; but the first thing is to be _myself_ what I can be.

I am not, I feel, a tithe of that now." "I agree with you -- you are right, so far," answered the mother, turning her face again to the fire; -- "but in the end, what is it you would do, and would be ?" "Profession, do you mean, mamma ?" said Rufus.
"No," she said; and he needed not to ask any more.
"I mean, what is all this for?
-- what purpose lies behind all this ?" "To distinguish myself!" said Rufus, -- "if I can, -- in some way." "I am afraid it is no better than that with me, mother," said Winthrop; "though perhaps I should rather say my desire is to _be distinguished_." "What's the difference ?" said his brother.
"I don't know.

I think I feel a difference." "I am not going to preach to you now," said Mrs.Landholm, and yet the slight failing of her voice did it -- how lastingly! -- "I cannot, -- and I need not.

Only one word.

If you sow and reap a crop that will perish in the using, what will you do when it is gone?
-- and remember it is said of the redeemed, that their works _do follow_ them.