Harper’s New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 3, August, 1850.

For a moment his hand lingered on the gate, and in fastening the simple latch his fingers trembled, and then he took his seat by his son’s side; and in another moment the boat was flying through the waters. For some time he spoke no word, but communed with and strengthened his great heart by holy thoughts; then looking straight into his son Roper’s eyes, while his own brightened with a glorious triumph, he exclaimed in the fullness of his rich-toned voice, “I thank our Lord the field is won.” It was no wonder that, overwhelmed with apprehension, his son-in-law could not apprehend his meaning then, but afterward bethought him that he signified how he had conquered the world.