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"God walketh upon the sea as he walketh upon the land," said the minister "The sea is his and we are his He will do what it liketh him with his own" As he spoke he looked with a steadfast soul into the black hollow of the wave that co destruction

The wave broke, and the boat still lived Borne high upon the shoulder of the next rolling hill, we looked north, south, east, and west, and saw only a waste of livid, ever forray shifting vapor, and a horizon ireat bay, in what direction ere being driven, how near we ht be to the open sea or to some fatal shore, we knew not What we did knoas that bothif ould keep it fro an apparently iher, and that the waves which buffeted us fro to a more monstrous bulk

We had come into the wider waters at dawn, and still under canvas An hour later, off Point Cootten the sail in when o

A cohty leveler of barriers Scant time was there in that boat to ht the ele, each watched for the next great wave before which we unwale and thwart We fared alike, toiled alike, and suffered alike, only that theno help fro's ward endured all without aand terror, she ounded; each moment Death raised his arm to strike, but she sat there dauntless, and looked him in the face with a sht, her look would have spurred us on to wrestle with our fate to the last gasp She sat between Sparrow andseas and the icy wind Morning had shown me the blood upon her sleeve, and I had cut away the cloth from the white arm, and had washed the wound ine and bound it up If for my fee, I should have liked to press my lips upon the blue-veined marble, still I did it not