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when I was lyin' awake, I heard one when a man who was listening spoke of them praying. Besides, sir, they up. He says: almost stopped swearing in the fo’- " "I was steering that steamer when castle and on deck.

she ran you down. We thought you Well, sir, after our fair winds would all be lost, and the captain, had turned to foul, we kept the brig when I rang the bell to stop the close hauled, trying our best to beat engines, and tried to bring the ship to windward. It is hard and tedi. round, swore at me and told me to ous kind of work, wanting to get keep the ship on her course. You over the road and make a quick know I could not do anything run, all the time knowing you are else.' slipping sideways almost as fast as " It was then for the first time I you are going ahead. However, if found out the name of the steamo! the wind was ahead the weather From other things the captain of th, was fine, and the nights was just brig had had a suspicion about it glorious with the moonlight, and the but could not tell for sure; but we captain, he was carrying all the can- knew that two years after she struck vas she would bear.

us that same boat must have struck One of them nights, during the a big iceberg and went down with mate's watch-I was in his watch- all hands—leastways that is what we was sailin' along, not minding everyone thought happened to her. much of anything. Our lights was But I am before my story. With up, and it was clear and moonlight. the rest, the parson came

on deck When, all of a sudden the mate sung just as he got out of his bunk. He out:

saw everyone was frightened, and “• Let go the main braces, and that just then he could do nothing to haul your yards flat aback.'

help, so be quietly went down into “I looked up, and there was a his room again, and kneeled down great big steamer. Her deck was by the side of his bunk and began higher than our fore yard. Then, to pray. I heard him myself, for before I could think or move, came the captain sent me below to get an an awful crash that made the brig axe out of the cabin, and I listened quiver from stem to stern, and from a minute while the parson prayed keelson to truck. Would you believe for his wife and babies at home, and it, sir? That steamer had run us for the captain and crew of the down, and we close hauled on a sinking brig. wind. She cut right through us But, sir, wonderful to say, she just by the cat-heads, carrying away did not sink. She was, as I said, all our head-gear and breaking off loaded with oil. The shock had our foretopgallant-mast at the cap, started some of the casks to leak, and making an ugly hole in our and the water coming from our bow. In a minute everyone was on pump was full of oil. That oil just deck, and everyone thought we must spread all around the brig, and we go right to the bottom.

were in water without a ripple. “The people of the steamer did The captain, as soon as he found not stop to see how much damage out we would not sink at once, sent they had done, nor to ask if they men over the bows with old canvas could help us. I may as well tell

and sealskins, and some pieces of you now, sir, as at any time, that board to try to stop up the ugly about four years afterwards I was hole in the bow. He sent another in a boarding house in Montreal, and man down into the fore peak with got talking about the collision, giv. an axe to break in the heads of some ing the date and latitude and longi- casks that were stowed there, so that tude of the place where it happened, the brig's bow might be raised

higher out of the water. While we after the steamer ran us down, and were all busy, the wind came round in one way or another I have heard from the sou'west-just the wind we that all the rest are gone. wanted. I believed then, and I be- “I saw in a paper about four years lieve still, that wind came to us in ago that the parson had died someanswer to the parson's prayer, and where in Nova Scotia. He was well more than me believed the same known,sir, in all parts hereabouts, and thing

a good many of the oldest members of “I made up my mind that night the Methodist Church in this place that I would be a Christian, and were converted in a revival he had next day I told the parson 'so, and, here over forty years ago. Every sir, from that day to this I have day I live I thank God for that trip tried hard to serve my Saviour. It to Liverpool, for the collision and for takes a good deal to save some men. the parson-for it was all three toIt took that collision in the middle gether that brought me to Jesus. of the Atlantic to save me. No, That's the whole story, sir, and I'm sir, there is no one else of that brig's obliged to you for listening to an crew now alive. The captain was old man's yarn.” lost on Sable Island a year or two BURLINGTON, N.S.

“MY FATHER IS THE HUSBANDMAN.”

BY REV. MARK GI'Y PEARSE.

God compass thee with favour as a shield,

Through all the season's changeful days and hours,
The changes be as to some fruitful field,

Where sun is shaded but for gracious showers,
His favour by thy strength to serve and yield,

As earth serves heaven by yielding fruits and flowers.

If biting frosts come from the bitter north,

'Tis but to fray the earth to readier mould,
Seath leaden skies the sower goeth forth,

And fills the furrows with a weight of gold,
Though wild winds sweep and howl in threatening wrath,

The seed corn sleeps within thy heart ; be bold.

There cometh soon a time when storms are still,

When all the earth is arched with sunny blue,
When thou shalt find the end of good and ill,

And how through all the harvest ripened grew;
Thy Father is the husbandman. His will

Is ever good who maketh all things new.

Since blackened roots and shapeless, withered seeds

By patient skill he brings to fairest flowers ;
Since He can meet a whole world's hungry needs

By sunshine and soft winds and passing showers ;
Up to what beauty and what service leails

His love, when we are His and He is ours.

AFTERWARDS.*

BY IAN MACLAREN.

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were

He received the telegram in a it to be understood that his wife was garden when he was gazing on a quite devoted to Bertie, and would vision of blue, set in the fronds of a be miserable without him. palm, and listening to the song of When he left the room it was the fishers as it floated across the explained, “ Mrs. Trevor is a hopebay.

lessly quiet person, what is called a You look so utterly satisfied,” “good wife, you know. said his hostess, in the high, clear “ What can you do with a woman voice of English women, " that I like that? Nothing remains but know you are tasting the luxury of religion and the nursery. Why do a contrast. The Riviera is charm- clever men marry those impossible ing in December; imagine London, women ? " and Cannes is paradise."

Trevor was gradually given to As he smiled assent in the grate- understand, as by an atmosphere, ful laziness of a hard-worked man, that he was a brilliant man wedded his mind was stung with the remem- to a dull wife, and there brance of a young wife swathed in hours—his worst hours when he the dreary fog, who, above all things, agreed. loved the open air and the shining Cara mia, cara mia,sang of the sun.

the sailors; and his wife's face, in Her plea was that Bertie would its perfect refinement and sweet weary alone, and that she hated

beauty, suddenly replaced the Meditravelling ; but it came to him quite terranean. suddenly that this was always the Had he belittled his wife, with programme of their holidays—some her wealth of sacrifice and delicate Mediterranean villa full of clever nature, beside women in spectacles people for him, and the awful dul- who wrote on the bondage of mar. ness of that Bloomsbury street for riage, and leaders of fashion who her; or he went north to a shooting could talk of everything, from lodge, where he told his best stories horse-racing to palmistry? in the smoking-room, after a long He had only glanced at her last day on the purple heather; and she letter; now he read it carefully: did her best for Bertie at some

“ The flowers were lovely, and it was watering-place, much frequented on

so mindful of you to send them, just like account of its railway facilities and

my husband. Bertie and I amused oureconomical lodgings. Letters of in- selves arranging and rearranging them in vitation had generally a polite glasses, till we had made our tea-table reference to his wife_“If Mrs. lovely. But I was just one little bit Trevor can accompany you, I shall

disappointed not to get a letter-you see be still more delighted ;"_but it

how exacting 1 am, sir. I waited for was understood that she would not

every post, and Bertie said, “Has father's

letter come yet?' When one is on accept.

holiday, writing letters is an awful bore ; “We have quite a grudge against but just a line to Bertie and me. We Mrs. Trevor, because she will never have a map of the Riviera, and found out come with her husband; there is

all the places you had been at in the some beautiful child who monopo

yacht; and we tried to imagine you

sailing on that azure sea, and landing lizes her," his hostess would explain

among those silver olives. I am so grateon his arrival; and Trevor allowed ful to everyone for being kind to you,

Abridged from McClure's Magazine.

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and I hope you will enjoy yourself to the gularity, each time with a larger full. Bertie is a little stronger, I'm sure ; trunk. That is a lady's box, black his cheeks were quite rosy to-day for him. and brown, plastered with hotel It was his birthday on Wednesday, and I

labels. Some bride, perhaps. gave him a little treat.

The sun shining brightly in the forenoon, and we

they are carrying the luggage over had a walk in the Gardens, and made

his heart. Have they no mercy ? believe that it was Italy! Then we went "Guard, is this train never to to Oxford Street, and Bertie chose a

start? We're half an hour late regiment of soldiers for his birthday

already." present. He wished some guns so much that I allowed him to have them as a

" Italian mail very heavy, sir; present from you. They only cost one

still bringing up bags; so many and-sixpence, and I thought you would people at Riviera in winter, writing like him to hare something. Jane and he home to their friends." had a splendid game of hide-and-seek in

How cruel everyone is! He had the evening, and my couch was the den,

not written for ten days. Someso you see we have our own gaiety in Bloomsbury.

thing always happened, an engage“Don't look sulky at this long scribble

ment of pleasure. There was and say, “What nonsense women write !' half-finished letter; he had left it to for it is almost the same as speaking to join a Monte Carlo party. you, and I shall imagine the letter all the

Had she been expecting that letter way till you open it in the sunshine. “ So smile and kiss my name, for this

from post to post, calculating the comes with my heart's love from

bour of each delivery, identifying “Your devoted wife,

the postman's feet in that quiet " MAUD TREVOR.

street, holding her breath when he

rang, stretching her hand for a “P.S.-Don't be alarmed because I

letter, to let it drop unopened, and have to rest; the doctor does not think that there is any danger, and I'll take

bury her face in the pillow ? Had great care."

she

waiting for a letter

that never came ? Those letters "A telegram.” It was the shat- that he wrote from the Northern tering of a dream. “ How wicked Circuit in that first sweet year, a of some horrid person !”

letter a day, and one day two—it An hour later Trevor was in the had given him a day's advantage. Paris express, and for thirty hours Careful letters, too, though written he prayed one petition, that she between cases, with bits of descripmight live till he arrived. He twice tion and amusing scenes. Some changed his carriage, once when an little sameness towards the end, but English party would not cease from she never complained of that, and badinage that mocked his ears, and even said those words were the best. again because a woman had brown And that trick he played—the eyes with her expression of dog-like thought of the postman must have faithfulness. The darkness of the brought it up-how pleasant it was, night after that sunlit garden, and and what a success! He would be the monotonous roar of the train, his own letter one day, and take her and the face of smiling France by surprise.

by surprise. “A letter, ma'am," the covered with snow, and the yeasty girl said-quite a homely girl, who waters of the Channel, and the shared their little joys and anxieties moaning of the wind, filled his - and then he showed his face with heart with dread.

apologies for intrusion. The flush Will that procession of luggage at of love in her face, will it be like Dover never come to an end ? A that to night, or • What can French seaman-a fellow with ear- be keeping the train now? Is this rings and a ruddy face-appears a conspiracy to torment a miserable and reappears with maddening re- man?

A husband and wife returning you do everything well, and your from a month in Italy, full of their witie will be the proudest woman in experiences: the Corniche Road, the London. palaces of Genoa, the pictures in the “ Sir Edward Trevor, MP. I Pitti, St. Peter's at Rome. Her first know it's foolish, but it's the foolishvisit to the Continent, evidently; it ness of love, dear, so don't look reminded them of a certain tour cross: you are everything to me, round the Lakes in 1880, and she and no one loves you as I do." withdrew her hand from her hus- What are they slowing for now? band's as the train came out from There's no station. Did ever train the tunnel. They were not smart drag like this one ? people—very pronounced middle- Off again, thank God.

If class—but they were lovers, after she only were conscious, and he could fifteen years.

ask her to forgive his selfishness. They forgot him, who was staring Some vision was ever coming up; on the bleak landscape with white, and now he saw her, kneeling on pinched face.

the floor and packing his portman" How kind to take me this trip.teau, the droop of her figure, her I know how much you denied your- thin, white hands. self, but it has made me young He was so busy that she did these again;" and she said “Edward.” offices for him-tried to buckle the Were all these coincidences ar. straps even;

but he insisted on ranged ? Had his purgatorio begun doing that. It gave him half an already?

hour longer at the club. What a " Have you seen the Globe, sir ? brute he had been ! Bosworth, M.P. for Pedlington, has Huddled in a corner of the hansom been made a judge, and there's to so that you might have thought he be a keen contest.

slept, this was calculating “ Trevor, I see, is named as the every foot of the way, gloating over Tory candidate—a clever fellow, a long stretch of open, glistening I've heard. Do you know about asphalt, hating unto murder the him ? He's got on quicker than immovable drivers whose huge vans any man of his years.

blocked his passage.

If they had "Some say that it's his manner; known, there was no living man he's such a good sort, the juries but would have made room for cannot resist him, a man told me- him

but he had not known a kind heart goes for something himself.

Only one word to even in a lawyer. Would you like tell her he knew now. to look.

As the hansom turned into the • Very sorry; would you take a street he bent forward, straining drop of brandy ? No?

his eyes to catch the first glimpse of sage was

a little rough, and you home. Had it been daytime the don't look quite up to the mark.” blinds would have told their tale;

Then they left him in peace, and now it was the light he watched. he drank his cup to the dregs.

Dark on the upper floors; no sick It was for Pedlington he had been light burning working and saving, for a seat

. then the blood came back to meant society and the bench, per- his heart with a rush. How could haps.

What did it matter he bave forgotten ? now?

Their room was at the back for She was to come and sit within quietness, and it might still be well. the cage when he made his first Someone had been watching, for the speech, and hear all the remarks. door was instantly opened, but he

“Of course it will be a success, for could not see the servant's face.

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