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.