“Yes,” assented Herbert, lifting her hand to his lips, “and it is that which makes a private chat with our mother so great a delight; that and our mutual love.  Mamma, dear, I can not believe I shall ever meet another woman who will seem to me at all comparable to my dearly loved and honored mother.”

“Such words from the lips of my son are very sweet to my ear,” she responded, a tender light shining in her eyes, “and yet for your own sake I hope you are mistaken; I would have all my children know the happiness to be found in married life where mutual admiration, esteem and love are so great that the two are as one.”

“Such a marriage as yours, mamma?”

“Yes; there could not be a happier.  But I am looking far ahead for my college boys,” she added with a smile; “at least I trust so; for you are over young yet to be looking for life partners.”

“I don’t think either of us has begun on that thus far, mamma,” said Harold.  “At present we are more solicitous to decide the important question, what shall our principal life work be? and in that we desire the help of our mother’s counsel, and to follow her wishes.”

“It is a question of very great importance,” she said, “for your success and usefulness in life will depend very largely upon your finding the work your heavenly Father intends you to do, and for which you are best fitted by the talents He has given you.

“But I thought you had both decided upon the medical profession; and I was well content with your choice, for it is a most noble and useful calling.”

“So we thought mamma, but recently our hearts have been so moved at thought of the millions perishing for lack of a saving knowledge of Christ, that it has become a momentous question with each of us whether he is called to preach the gospel, especially in the mission-field, at home or abroad.”

Her eyes shone through glad tears.  “My dear boy,” she said with emotion, “to have sons in the ministry I should esteem the greatest honor that could be put upon me; for there can be no higher calling than that of an ambassador for Christ, no grander work than that of winning souls.”

“So we both think,” said Herbert, “and, mamma, you are willing we should go and labor wherever we may be called in the providence of God?”

“Yes, oh yes! you are more His than mine; I dedicated you to his service even before you were born, and many times afterward.  I would not dare stand in your way, nor would I wish to; for dearly as I love you both, sweet as your presence is to me, I am more than willing to deny myself the joy of having you near me for the sake of the Master’s cause, and that you may win the reward of those to whom He will say at the last, ’Well done, good and faithful servant; enter thou into the joy of the Lord.’  Are you particularly drawn to the foreign field?”

“No, mamma,” answered Harold, “the cause is one—­’the field is the world’—­but while we are deeply interested in foreign missions and desirous to do all we can to help there, we feel that their prosperity depends upon the success of the work at home, and that the cause of home missions is the cause of our country also; for that cause we would labor and give as both patriots and Christians.