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"Why, are you the post?"

"Don't you think that two sealed letters, now, would be worth
a leetle box o' that 'ere?"

"Have you brought letters from the boys?"

"Well I don't know who writ 'em," said Mr. Underhill; -- "they
guv 'em to me."

Mr. Landholm took the letters, and with a very willing face
went for a 'little box,' which he filled with the Mannahatta
tobacco.

"Old Cowslip don't keep anything like this," Mr. Underhill
said as he received it and stowed it coolly away in his
pocket. "I mean to shew it to him."

"Will you stay to dinner, neighbour?"

"No thank 'ee -- I've got to get over the river; and my little
woman'll have something cooked for me; and if I wa'n't there
to eat it I shouldn't hear the last of my wastefulness."

"Ay? is that the way she does?" said Mr. Landholm laughing.

"Something like it. A tight grip, I tell ye!"

And with these words Mr. Underhill took himself out of the
house.

"Where's your mother, Asahel? call her and tell her what's
here," said Mr. Landholm, as he broke one of the seals.

"Shagarack, Dec. 3, 1810.

"My dear parents,

"I take the opportunity of friend Underhill's going home to
send you a word -- I can't write much more than a word, I'm so
busy. I never drove my plough at home half so industriously as
now I am trying to break up and sow the barren fields of mind.
But oh, this is sweeter labour than that. How shall I ever
repay you, my dear father and dear mother, for the efforts you
are making -- and enduring -- to give me this blessing. I feel
them to my very heart -- I know them much better than from your
words. And perhaps this poor return of words is all I shall
ever be able to make you, -- when it seems to me sometimes as
if I could spill my very heart to thank you. But if success
can thank you, you shall be thanked. I feel that within me
which says I shall have it. Tell mother the box came safe, and
was gladly received. The socks &c. are as nice as possible,
and very comfortable this weather; and the mittens, tell
Winnie, are like no other mittens that ever were knit; but I
wish I could have hold of the dear little hands that knit them
for a minute instead -- she knows what would come next.

"You bid me say if I want anything -- sometimes I think I want
nothing but to hear from you a little oftener -- or to see you!
-- that would be too pleasant. But I am doing very well, though
I _do_ want to know that ma is not working so hard. I shall
relieve pa from any further charge of me after this. I
consulted the President; and he has given me a form in the
grammar school to take care of -- I believe pa knows there is a
grammar school connected with the Institution. This will pay
my bills, and to my great joy relieve my father from doing so
any more. This arrangement leaves me but half of the usual
study hours (by day) for myself; so you see I have not much
leisure to write letters, and must close.

"Your affectionate son,

"Winthrop Landholm.

"I don't forget Asahel, though I haven't said a word of him;
and give my love to Karen."

Mr. and Mrs. Landholm looked up with pleasant faces at each
other and exchanged letters. She took Winthrop's and her
husband began upon the other, which was from Rufus. Asahel and
Winifred were standing anxiously by.

"What do they say?"

"You shall hear directly."

"Does he say any thing about me?" said Winifred.

But father and mother were deep in the precious despatches,
and the answer had to be waited for.

"Shagarack College, Dec. 1810.

"My dear friends at home,

"This funny little man says he will take letters to you; -- so
as it is a pity not to cultivate any good disposition,
Governor and I have determined to favour him. But really there
is not much to write about. Our prospects are as bare as your
garden in November -- nothing but roots above ground or under --
some thrown together, and some, alas! to be dug for; only ours
are not parsnips and carrots but a particularly tasteless kind
called _Greek_ roots; with a variety denominated _algebraic_, of
which there are quantities. At these roots, or at some
branches from the same, Governor and I are tugging as for dear
life, so it is no wonder if our very hands smell of them. I am
sure I eat them every day with my dinner, and _ruminate_ upon
them afterwards. In the midst of all this we are as well as
usual. Governor is getting along splendidly; and I am not much
amiss; at least so they say. The weather is pretty stinging
these few days, and I find father's old cloak very useful. I
think Winthrop wants something of the sort, though he is as
stiff as a pine tree, bodily and mentally, and won't own that
he wants any thing. He won't want any thing long, that he can
get. He is working _confoundedly_ hard. I beg mamma's pardon -- I
wouldn't have said that if I had thought of her -- and I would
write over my letter now, if I were not short of time, and to
tell truth, of paper. This is my last sheet, and a villainous
bad one it is; but I can't get any better at the little
storekeeper's here, and that at a horridly high price.

"As Governor is writing to you, he will give you all the
sense, so it is less matter that there is absolutely nothing
in this epistle. Only believe me, my dear father and mother
and Winnie and Asahel, ever your most dutiful, grateful, and
affectionate son and brother,

"Will. Rufus Landholm.

"My dear mother, the box was most acceptable."

After being once read in private, the letters were given aloud
to the children; and then studied over and again by the father
and mother to themselves. Winifred was satisfied with the
mention of her name; notwithstanding which, she sat with a
very wistful face the rest of the afternoon. She was longing
for her brother's hand and kiss.

"Have your brothers' letters made you feel sober, Winnie?"
said her mother.

"I want to see him, mamma! --"

"Who?"

"Governor. --"

It was the utmost word Winifred's lips could speak.

"But dear Winnie," said her mother sorrowfully, "it is for
their good and their pleasure they are away."

"I know it, mamma, -- I know I am very selfish --"

"I don't think you are," said her mother. "Winnie, remember
that they are getting knowledge and fitting themselves to be
better and stronger men than they could be if they lived here
and learnt nothing."

"Mamma," said Winifred looking up as if defining her position,
"I don't think it is right, but I can't always help it."

"We have one friend never far off."

"Oh mamma, I remember that all the while."

"Then can't you look happy?"

"Not always, mamma," said the little girl covering her face
quickly. The mother stooped down and put her arms round her.

"You must ask him, and he will teach you to be happy always."

"But I can't, mamma, unless I could be right always," said
poor Winifred.

Mrs. Landholm was silent, but kissed her with those soft
motherly kisses which had comfort and love in every touch of
them. Soon answered, for Winifred lifted up her head and
kissed her again.

"How much longer must they be there, mamma?" she asked more
cheerfully.

"Two years," Mrs. Landholm answered, with a sigh that belonged
to what was not spoken.

"Mamma," said Winifred again presently, trying not to shew
from how deep her question came, "aint you afraid Winthrop
wants something more to wear?"

And Mrs. Landholm did not shew how deep the question went, but
she said lightly,

"We'll see about it. We'll get papa to write and make him tell
us what he wants."

"Maybe he won't tell," said Winifred thoughtfully. "I wish I
could write."

"Then why don't you set to and learn? Nothing would please
Governor so much."

"Would it!" said Winifred with a brightened face.

"Asahel," she said, as Asahel came in a few minutes after,
"mamma says Governor would like nothing so well as to have me
learn to write."

"I knew that before," said Asahel coolly. "He was talking to
me last summer about learning you."

"Was he! Then will you Asahel? Do you know yourself?"

"I know how to begin," said Asahel.

And after that many a sorrowful feeling was wrought into
trammels and pothooks.

CHAPTER XIV.

_Bard_. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!
_Nym_. Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and
for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of
it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it.
KING HENRY V.

"To Mr. Winthrop Landholm, Shagarack College.

"Dec. 10, 1810.

"My dear son,

"We received yours of the third, per Mr. Underhill, which was
very gratifying to your mother and myself, as also Will's of
the same date. We cannot help wishing we could hear a little
oftener, as these are the first we have had for several weeks.
But we remember your occupations, and I assure you make due
allowances; yet we cannot help thinking a little more time
might be given to pa and ma. This is a burdensome world, and
every one must bear their own burdens; yet I think it must be
conceded it is right for every individual to do what may be in
his power towards making the lot of others pleasanter. This I
am sure you believe, for you act upon it; and you know that
nothing so lightens our load as to know that Will and Governor
are doing well. It is a world of uncertainties; and we cannot
know this unless you will tell us.

"My dear sons, I do not mean to chide you, and I have said
more on this subject than I had any intention to do. But it is
very natural, when a subject lies so near the heart, that I
should exceed the allotted bounds.

"Winthrop, your mother is afraid, from something in Will's
letter, that you are in want of an overcoat. Tell us if you
are, and we will do our best to endeavour to supply the
deficiency. I thought you had one; but I suppose it must be
pretty old by this time. My dear son, we have all one
interest; if you want anything, let us know, and if it _can_ be
had you know enough of us to know you shall not want it. We
have not much to spare certainly, but necessaries we will try
to procure; and so long as we need not groan about the present
it is not my way to grumble about the future. We shall get
along, somehow, I trust.

"I shall send this by post, as I do not know of any
opportunity, and do not think it best to wait for one."

"Your loving father,

"W. Landholm.

"Winthrop and Will."

"My dear boys,

"It is very late to-night, and I shall not have any time in
the morning, so must scratch a word as well as I can tonight --
you know my fingers are not very well accustomed to handling
the pen. It gives me the greatest pleasure I can have in this
world when I hear that you are getting along so well -- except
I could hear one other thing of you, -- and that would be a
pleasure beyond anything in this world. Let us know everything
you want -- and we will try to send it to you, and if we can't
we will all want it together. -- We are all well -- Winifred
mourns for you all the while, in spite of trying not to do it.
What the rest of us do is no matter. I shall send a box, if I
can, before New Year, with some cakes and apples -- write us
before that, in time, all you want.

Your mother."

This double letter, being duly put in the post according to
Mr. Landholm's promise, in the course of time and the post
came safe to the Shagarack post-office; from whence it was
drawn one evening by its owner, and carried to a little upper
room where Rufus sat, or rather stood, at his books. There was
not a great deal there beside Rufus and the books; a little
iron stove looked as if it disdained to make anybody
comfortable, and hinted that much persuasion was not tried
with it; a bed was in one corner, and a deal table in the
middle of the floor, at which Winthrop sat down and read his
letters.

He was longer over them than was necessary to read them, by a
good deal. So Rufus thought, and glanced at him sundry times,
though he did not think fit to interrupt him. He lifted his
head at last and passing them over coolly to Rufus, drew _his_
book near and opened his dictionary. He did not look up while
Rufus read, nor when after reading he began to walk with
thoughtful large strides up and down the little room.

"Governor!" said Rufus suddenly and without looking at him,
"sometimes I am half tempted to think I will take Mr. Haye's
offer."

"Did he make you an offer?"

"He said what was near enough to it."

"What tempts you, Will?"

"Poverty. It is only, after all, taking a short road instead
of a long one to the same end."

"The end of what?" said Winthrop.

"Of painstaking and struggling."

There was silence, during which Rufus continued his strides
through the room, and the leaves of Winthrop's books ever and
anon turned and rustled.

"What do you think of it?"

"Nothing."

"Why?"

"I don't believe in drinking of a roiled stream because it
happens to be the first one you come to."

"Not if you are dry?"

"No, -- not unless everything else is, too."

"But merchandise is a very honourable pursuit," said Rufus,
walking and studying the floor.

"Certainly. -- Twelve feet is a good growth for dogwood, isn't
it?" said Winthrop gravely, looking up and meeting his cool
grey eye with that of his brother.

Rufus first stared, and then answered, and then burst into a
fit of laughter. Then he grew quite grave again and went on
walking up and down.

"The fact is," he said a little while after, -- "I don't know
exactly what I am fittest for."

"You would be fit for anything if you did," answered his
brother.

"Why?"

"You would be an uncommonly wise man."

"_You_ might be that with very little trouble, for you are the
fittest for everything of anybody I know."

Winthrop studied his books, and Rufus walked perseveringly.

"You hold to taking up law?"

"I will, when I begin it," said Winthrop.

"Where?"

"Where what?"

"Where will you take it up?"

"In Mannahatta."

"And then you will rise to the top of the tree!" said his
brother half admiringly, half sadly.

"That I may catch a glimpse of you in the top of some other
tree," said Winthrop.

"But this want of money is such a confounded drag!" said Rufus
after a few minutes.

"Let it drag you up hill, then. A loaded arrow flies best
against the wind."

"Winthrop, I wonder what you are made of!" said Rufus stopping
short and looking at him and his books. "The toughest, the
sturdiest --"

But Winthrop lifted up his face and gave his brother one of
those smiles, which were somewhat as if the sturdy young ash
to which he likened him had of a sudden put forth its flowers
and made one forget its strength in its beauty. Rufus stopped,
and smiled a little himself.

"My choice would be engineering," he said doubtfully.

"Stick to your choice," said Winthrop.

"That's a very good business for making money," Rufus went on,
beginning to walk again; -- "and there is a variety about it I
should like."

"Are you in correspondence with Mr. Haye?"

"No. Why?"

"You seem to be adopting his end of life."

"I tell you, Winthrop," said Rufus stopping short again,
"whatever else you may have is of very little consequence if
you haven't money with it! You may raise your head like Mont
Blanc, above the rest of the world; and if you have nothing to
shew but your eminence, people will look at you, and go and
live somewhere else."

"You don't see the snow yet, do you?" said Winthrop, so dryly
that Rufus laughed again, and drawing to him his book sat down
and left his brother to study in peace.

The peace was not of long lasting, for at the end of half or
three quarters of an hour Winthrop had another interruption.
The door opened briskly and there came in a young man, --
hardly that, -- a boy, but manly, well grown, fine and fresh
featured, all alive in spirits and intellect. He came in with
a rush, acknowledged Rufus's presence slightly, and drawing a
stool close by Winthrop, bent his head in yet closer
neighbourhood. The colloquy which followed was carried on half
under breath, on his part, but with great eagerness.

"Governor, I want you to go home with me Christmas."

"I can't, Bob."

"Why?"

Winthrop answered with soft whistling.

"Why?"

"I must work."

"You can work there."

"No I can't."

"Why not?"

"I must work here."

"You can work afterwards."

"Yes, I expect to."

"But Governor, what have you got to keep you?"

"Some old gentlemen who lived in learned times a great while
ago, are very pressing in their desires to be acquainted with
me -- one Plato, one Thucydides, and one Mr. Tacitus, for
instance."

"You'll see enough of them, Governor; -- you don't like them
better than me, do you?"

"Yes, Bob, -- I expect they'll do more for me than ever you
will."

"I'll do a great deal for you, Governor, -- I want you to come
with me to Coldstream -- I want you to see them all at home;
we'll have a good time. -- Come!" --

"How do you suppose that old heathen ever got hold of such a
thought as this?" -- said Winthrop composedly; and he read,
without minding his auditors --

"tis d'oiden, ei to zen men ei to katthanein,
to katthanein de zen ;" *
[* Bunyan used to say, "_The Latin I borrow_." I must follow so
illustrious an example and confess, _The Greek is lent_.]
"_Who knows if to live is not to die, and dying but to live_."

"I should think he had a bad time in this world," said Bob;
"and maybe he thought Apollo would make interest for his
verses in the land of shades."

"But Plato echoes the sentiment, -- look here, -- and he was no
believer in the old system. Where do you suppose he got his
light on the subject?"

"Out of a dark lantern. I say, Winthrop, I want light on my
subject -- Will you come to Coldstream?"

"I don't see any light that way, Bob; -- I must stick fast by
my dark lantern."

"Are you going to stay in Shagarack?"

"Yes."

"It's a deuced shame! --"

"What do you make of this sentence, Mr. Cool? --"

But Bob declined to construe, and took himself off, with a
hearty slap on Winthrop's shoulder, and a hearty shake of his
hand.

"He's so strong, there's no use in trying to fight him into
reason," he remarked to Rufus as he went off.

"What do you suppose Bob Cool would make of your Platonic
quotation?" said Rufus.

"What do you make of it?" said Winthrop after a slight pause.

"Eremitical philosophy! -- Do you admire it?"

"I was thinking mamma would," said Winthrop.

That year came to its end, not only the solar but the
collegiate. Rufus took his degree brilliantly; was loaded with
compliments; went to spend a while at home, and then went to
Mannahatta; to make some preparatory arrangements for entering
upon a piece of employment to which President Tuttle had
kindly opened him a way. Winthrop changed his form in the
grammar school for the Junior Greek class, which happened to
be left without any teacher by the removal of the Greek
professor to the headship of another College. To this charge
he proved himself fully competent. It made the same breaches
upon his time, and gave him rather more amends than his form
in the grammar school. And amid his various occupations,
Winthrop probably kept himself warm without a new overcoat;
for he had none.

It was difficult at home, by this time, to do more than make
ends meet. They hardly did that. The borrowed hundreds were of
necessity yet unpaid; there was interest on them that must be
kept down; and the failure of Rufus and Winthrop from the farm
duty told severely upon the profits of the farm; and that
after it had told upon the energies and strength of the whole
little family that were left behind to do all that was done.
There was never a complaint nor a regret, even to each other;
much less to those for whom they toiled; but often there _was_ a
shadowed look, a breath of weariness and care, that spoke from
husband to wife, from parent to child, and nerved -- or
unnerved them. Still, Rufus had graduated; he was a splendid
young man; all, as well as the parents' hearts, knew that; and
Winthrop, -- he was never thought of, their minds and speech
never went out to him, but the brows unbent, the lips relaxed,
and their eyes said that their hearts sat down to rest.
Winthrop? He never could do anything but well; he never had
since he was a child. He would take his degree now in a few
months and he would take it honourably; and then he would be
off to the great city -- that was said with a throe of pain and
joy! -- and there he would certainly rise to be the greatest of
all. To their eyes could he ever be anything else? But they
were as certain of it as Winthrop himself; and Winthrop was
not without his share of that quality which Dr. Johnson
declared to be the first requisite to great undertakings;
though to do him justice the matter always lay in his mind
without the use of comparatives or superlatives. And while
they sat round the fire talking of him, and of Rufus, the
images of their coming success quite displaced the images of
weary days and careful nights with which that success had been
bought.

It was not however to be quite so speedily attained as they
had looked for.

The time of examination came, and Winthrop passed through it,
as President Tuttle told his father, "as well as a man could;"
and took honours and distinctions with a calm matter-of-fact
manner, that somehow rather damped the ardour of
congratulation.

"He takes everything as if he had a right to it," observed a
gentleman of the company who had been making some flattering
speeches which seemed to hit no particular mark.

"I don't know who has a better right," said the President.

"He's not so brilliant as his brother," the gentleman went on.

"Do you think so? That can only have been because you did not
understand him," said the President equivocally. "He will
never flash in the pan, I promise you."

"But dang it, sir!" cried the other, "it _is_ a little
extraordinary to see two brothers, out of the same family, for
two years running, take the first honours over the head of the
whole College. What is a man to think, sir?"

"That the College has not graduated two young men with more
honour to herself and them in any two years of my Presidency,
sir. Allow me to introduce you to the fortunate father of
these young gentlemen -- Mr. Landholm."

This story Mr. Landholm used afterwards often to repeat, with
infinite delight and exultation.

Rufus was not at Shagarack at this time. Instead thereof came
a letter.

"Mannahatta, Aug. 26, 1812.

"My dear Governor,

"It has cost me more than I can tell you, that I have not been
able to witness your triumph. Nothing could hinder my sharing
it. I shared it even before I heard a word of it. I shared it
all last week, while the scenes were enacting; but when papa's
letter came, it made an old boy of me -- I would have thrown
off my hat and hurrahed, if I had not been afraid to trust
four walls with my feelings; and I finally took up with the
safer indulgence of some very sweet tears. I told you it cost
me a great deal to stay away from Shagarack. My sole reason
for staying was, that it would have cost me more to go. The
fact is, I had not the wherewithal -- a most stupid reason, but
for that very cause, a reason that you cannot argue with. I am
just clearing for the North -- but not, alas! your way -- and I
_could_ not take out of my little funds what would carry me to
Shagarack and back; and back I should have had to come. So I
have lost what would have been one of the rare joys of my
life. But I shall have another chance. -- This is but your
_first_ degree, Governor; -- your initial step towards great
things; and you are not one to lag by the way.

"As for me, I am off to the regions of wildness, to see what I
can do with the rocks and the hills of rude Nature -- or what
they will do with me, which is perhaps nearer the truth. Not
very inviting, after this gay and brilliant city, where
certainly the society is very bewitching. I have happened to
see a good deal, and some of the best of it. Mr. Haye has been
very attentive to me, and I believe would really like to renew
his old offer. He lives here _en prince_; with every thing to
make his house attractive _besides_ the two little princesses
who tenant it; and who make it I think the pleasantest house
in Mannahatta. _Your_ friend is amazingly improved, though she
is rather more of a Queen than a princess; but the other is
the most splendid little creature I ever saw. They were very
gracious to your humble servant. I have seen a good deal of
them and like them better and better. Herder is charming. He
has introduced me to a capital set -- men really worth knowing
-- they have also been very kind to me, and I have enjoyed them
greatly; -- but from all this I am obliged to break away, -- and
from you; for I have no more room. I will write you when I get
to the N. W. L.

"P. S. When you come hither, take up your quarters with my
landlord, George Inchbald -- cor. Beaver and Little South Sts.
He loves me and will welcome you. Inchbald is an Englishman,
with a heart larger than his means, and a very kind widowed
sister."

Winthrop read this letter gravely through, folded it up, and
took hold of the next business in hand.

He could not go yet to the great city. The future rising steps
to which Rufus looked forward so confidently, were yet far
away. He owed a bill at the tailor's; and had besides one or
two other little accounts unsettled, which it had been
impossible to avoid, and was now impossible to leave.
Therefore he must not leave Shagarack. The first thing to do
was to clear these hindrances from his way. So he entered his
name as law-reader at the little office of Mr. Shamminy, to
save time, and took a tutorship in the College to earn money.
He had the tutorship of the Junior Greek class, which his
father loved to tell he carried further than ever a class had
been carried before; but that was not all; he had a number of
other recitations to attend which left him, with the necessary
studies, scant time for reading law. That little was made the
most of and the year was gained.