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heart when ploughing his way through but neither Newfoundland nor any other the heaving ocean in the ship that cra- land is to be seen; hardly can the crew dled him when a boy, and that has been descry the water through which the ship a home to him ever since he became a is slowly moving. The master says that.
He loves every rib and plank in old Neptune is giving them rather a wet. her sides, and every yard of canvass in birth of it, and Billings talks about cutting: her sails that stretches itself to the blus a main-sail out of the thick fog which pretering breeze. No music is sweeter to vails. You may see something like a mast, him than the voice of his messmates, the and some of the shrouds and ratlines, and dash of the billows against the bows, the perhaps a lift or brace, but as for the: straining of the masts, the creaking of hands aloft, they would not be more out, the timbers, the flapping of the sails, and of sight if they were above the clouds.. the sharp sound of the wind whistling Stand on the deck amidships, and stem through the rigging. Billings has å and stern are both lost to you. In a daring spirit and a kind heart; every storm seamen have something to do, and inch a sailor. The lion and the lamb in a calm they have usually something to are mingled in his disposition. “They see; but a fog, when off shore, hangs: that go down to the sea in ships, that do heavily on their hands and their hearts. business in great waters, these see the So far from clearing away, it seems to get works of the Lord and his wonders in the thicker.
are tired of the deep," Psa. cvii. 23, 24. Truly the weather, the mate is out of temper, the Lord is a great God, and a great King captain in his pea jacket is restless, and above all gods,” Psa. xcv. 3.
Billings himself is but ill at ease. Breath
ing a fog like this is almost like breathing He speaks the word, and angry ocean wild
water. Obeys his voice, obedient as a child.
A misty mantle lies upon the deep;
The winds are still, and all the billows sleep. It is sunset. The beautiful blue sky is dappled with grey clouds that melt into airy nothing to the north and south, but
Contrary winds have prevailed, and grow more distinct and bright towards the the Mary Anne has been blown out of west, where they are tinged with dun on
She is now among the icetheir under sides, and here and there with bergs, off Greenland, in 77 n. L., and a blush of vermilion. Below the dappled fearful is her situation. There is another clouds the sky is of a glowing yellow, a ship, lying off in the distance; her sails sea of glittering gold, through which the and rigging are hung with icicles, and all-glorious sun is sinking to the ocean. are all frozen together. An hour or The Mary Anne is under sail with a
two ago the Mary Anne was stuck fast in fair breeze. How boldly she breasts the the ice with the snowy peaks rising around billows! How beautifully she cuts her her. How dreadful is the Frozen Ocean, way through the waves! Her canvass is filled with the wind; the waters sparkle
Where cold intense, and ice and snow abound, with rainbow hues; dolphins sport on
And everlasting winter reigns around ! the surface of the deep, and sea gulls are Inhospitable clime! fit only for seals, waving their long wings, now high in the walruses and whales, sharks, white bears, air, and now hovering over the ridge of and birds of prey! The weather is the rising wave. The master is in spirits, giving way; the sun just glitters in the the crew steady, and Billings all alive. heavens; a hard gale has sprung up from He who has the charge of the rigging, the north, and the ice is in fearful motion, sails, cables, anchors, and flags, and the crashing and thundering as it is borne on call of the watches, has enough to per by the current, and grinding and sawing form ; but Billings is equal to his duty, the ship's sides. And now come two mounEngland owes her sailors much, and much tainous icebergs, threatening to crush the should she repay them, both with regard ship between them. They are but a to time and eternity.
cable’s length from the vessel, nay, they On flies the ship; the waves before her bow;
now hang beetling fearfully over her Hope spreads her sails, and smiles upon her prow. stern. See! the ship is lifted out of the
water; she will be crushed as if she was
made of pasteboard! The icebergs have The Mary Anne is off Newfoundland, divided! The ship is safe! The Mary
Anne sits like a sea-fowl on the water, | hands that have been tarred and drenched, and Billings remains at the helm. and helping to make them look ship
shape. The boatswain has a kind heart Bound on another voyage, the Mary
beating in his bosom. Anne is off the Canaries. She has fallen in with rough weather, and had a man
A storm is abroad; nay, a hurricane, fall from the main-yard; but there are and the Mary Anne is in distress. How dangers everywhere, on land as well as awful is the angry ocean, when the on the main. The roll of the waters, the black sky is as a pall above, when the heavy swell of the sea, has abated by de- voice of the tempest is heard in thunder, grees, and, unruffled by a breath of wind, and when the wings of the wind in wrathi the boundless ocean is tranquil as a lake. are sweeping the face of the deep! Twice As motionless as a rock on shore lies has the ship been on her beam-ends, the the Mary Anne on the calm surface of mizen-mast is sprung half through, the
There is neither straining of main-sail blown to shatters, and water is masts, creaking of timbers, nor flapping of deep in the hold. The hands have been sails; no whistling wind is heard among long at the pumps, but a panic has struck the rigging, and no billow is seen dashing the hearts of the crew; though some of against the bows. The moon is up; the them are bold fellows; but this is no comship makes no way; she is becalmed on mon storm. In vain the master cheers on the silvery ocean. The hands are mostly his men gallantly, and sets them a brave in their hammocks, but now may be heard example. The roaring waves dash over the cheerful tones of a violin. Hark! | them, and the raging deep yawns for that is the strong and clear voice of their destruction. Frightful is the scene; Billings the boatswain.
the lightnings flash, the thunder roars,
and the rain comes down like a deluge. “In storm and calm, while shines the sun,
The crew are in confusion--some have
drinking, in the madness of despair.
Drunken sailors roll about on the deck, The ship is riding easy, and the and women shriek aloud. The ship has
passengers fall on their knees to pray, sun in the mid arch of heaven is fling- struck, and oh! how fearfully she is ing down on the deck his unbearable beating her hull against the rocks! beams. The crew of the Mary Anne are at their accustomed sports on cross
Thunder roaring, lightning flashing, ing the line. A seaman in a long
Through the gloom, and billows dashing. beard, with a crown on his head, and a All on board have lost their self-possesharpoon for a trident in his hand, is sion. No! not all, for two are yet steady playing the part of old father Neptune, -the master and Billings the boatswain. the monarch of the main, while another is acting the part of Amphitrite, his wife. The fresh hands are being roughly shaved,
The sea at times makes a clear run with a tar brush and a rusty piece of iron over her decks; but a crisis is at hand, hoop. A sailor, with bleeding cheeks, for she cannot stand this long. Dark is has just had the tar-brush, not playfully, the night, and wild the angry storm. but brutally thrust into his mouth by the The vessel has strained her bows, and mate. A bad fellow that mate ! The shipped more water than is likely ever 'sailor has had the board on which he sat to be baled out of her. On the larpulled from under him, and he is now
board bow the crew are trying to get floundering in the tub. There he goes,
a hawser to the cliff; the stern is yet staggering along the deck, pelted with in deep water. Amid the breakers on old rope swabs, and soused with buckets the starboard is a mother clasping her of water. Rough sport this, but seamen
babe to her bosom, in all the wild energy Sailors have ready hands and of despair. She battles bravely with the hardy frames
raging billows, and now a rope is flung to
her. She has grasped it, and they have They blithely sing, while on the vessel flies,
hoisted her half way up towards the gunAnd laugh at danger when the billows rise.
wale. Alas! her hand relaxes its hold The master looks on good-humouredly, she falls, and is swallowed up by the and Billings is righting some of the fresh whelming waters. See! see ! A sailor, with
a rope coiled round him, has leaped into dark, dingy cloud; the fire caught the the raging flood, and the zig-zag light- cable-tier, and soon the thick smoke came ning shows that he has hold of the curling up the hatchways, and the flame drowning woman. The rope is pulled up burst forth. The lower deck to the deck, and mother, child, and sea- scuttled, the combings of the hatches man all are saved. The daring plunge cut, and the lower parts opened. In was made by Billings the boatswain, who rushed the water on the blazing hold, is now crying out, in a momentary lull but the fire bad found its way to the of the storm,
Keep up, my hearties ! rigging, and mounted the masts. A sail and the old barky may perhaps yet be is in sight, but what ship will dare to saved !"
approach a vessel on fire! When a ship
is right and tight, the sea smooth, and When perils rise, and stormy billows roll, How nobly hope sustains the sinking soul!
the wind fair, all sailors seem alike; but it is in the hour of trial and distress that
daring spirits show their self-possession. Though the Mary Anne is once more
The Mary Anne is a scene of confusion, gliding smoothly through the waters, dismay, and wild despair; but there is peril is in her wake, on the chase, and courage in the heart of the master, and will very soon overtake her. Bear a steadiness, enterprise, and endurance on hand, boys! squalls are coming on and the brow of Billings the boatswain. are on the lee bow. There is mutiny
Unbroken still in danger's stern control, in the ship, and that evil-eyed mate The heart of courage and the daring soul. is at the head of it. The master must be told of this. Hark! the storm is bureting. But the ruffian mate and his The strange sail has borne down on followers are binding him, with horrid the Mary Anne, and now lies within a oaths and threats on their 'lips, and the cable's length or two of the burning ship. master calls aloud for aid. Billings has Her long-boat has gone and taken on burst away from two fellows that had board the hapless passengers, but the grasped him-seized hold of a hand- master and Billings have remained on spike lying on the deck, felled the muti- | board, though the ship is almost coverneer that was guarding the gangway, ed with flames. They are bent and rushed down into the captain's cabin, saving the lives of the guilty mate and followed by a few brave fellows, not won
his comrades in irons. Hurrah ! Here over by the mutineers. The master, they come. They are now in the longwith his hands half-tied, is struggling boat--they have reached the ship--they with his lawless crew; but Billings is at
are all safe on board—the passengers, on hand. Short and desperate is the strug- their knees, are thanking God for their gle-the master is at liberty--the mate, escape-the master of the deserted vessel by a blow of Billings' handspike, is wel looks mournfully on her blazing hull, and tering on the cabin floor, with others Billings the boatswain is drawing his of his guilty companions. The mutiny sleeve across his eyes, as the good ship is quelled, the mutineers are put in irons, Mary Anne sinks through the yielding and on sails the Mary Anne through the waters. Cheerily, Billings! cheerily! Thy yielding waves. There is One who hold- cradle, thy hammock, and thy home, are eth the
sea in the hollow of his hand, who swept, by the fiery blast, from the face maketh the storm a calm, who raiseth the of the deep, but there is yet a bit of blue humble, and putteth down the proud.
left in the sky! Look up, Billings, to
Him who controls the winds and the Sailor, look up! and his almighty power Shall shelter thee in danger's darkest hour.
“The sea is his, and he made it, and his hands formed the dry land,"
Psa. xcv. 5. Look up to him steadily, Alas for the good ship Mary Anne! through the mediation of Jesus Christ She has weathered many a storm, but is our Lord, and thou shalt yet weather the now in sad extremity. Often has she storms of life and death. struggled with the winds and the waves, but now she is the prey of all-devouring Though earth’s and ocean's proudest hopes shall fire. An hour ago a cask of spirits was Yet heaven and heavenly things endure for ever. staved by accident, a lantern fell on it, and in a moment the spirits were in flames. The light blue vapour changed into a
won. But the Bible is the arena of more THE BIBLE.
and higher conflicts still; it is at once Not long ago a proposition was made to the object of contest, the armoury which prepare a book of asbestos, whose pages supplies the weapons, and the chosen should record the annals of the world; ground of struggle. Why has it witnessed and as the material is incombustible, and more frequent and fierce encounters than would survive the fires of the last day, any other object on the face of the earth? the volume was to be called, " The Book Ask why is the rock of Gibraltar an obof Eternity." Vain aspiration ! the true ject of fierce contention in every war with book of eternity is already extant—the the power that holds it. Why is the Bible; and with this vast superiority over pass of Thermopylæ steeped to the centre the human invention, that it is mysteri- with blood? The Bible is the frontier ously related to a twofold eternity: it is fortress of the church; all the armies of the gift of the past eternity to time, and error, in every age, have beleaguered it; will finally be restored by time to the but the sons of truth, who hold it for eternity which is yet to come. It is a leaf God, have received it with this address, from the book of the Divine decrees ; it “Here stand, and the gates of hell shall reveals thoughts which were revolved not prevail against you;”. and they from everlasting in the mind of God; in " loved not their lives unto the death." its march through time it scatters those The Bible is the true prophet of hope. thoughts like seeds, whose fruit is to be The books of pagan antiquity sung only gathered in eternity. It is the voice of of the golden-aged past; for the future, one eternity speaking to another, for the their moral was despair. Like the sternbenefit of every listening child of time lights of a ship, the radiance they threw and heir of immortality. It has never fell only on the track behind. The Bible been out of the hand of the Eternal; builds on the future; the chorus of all its though he graciously presents it to us as songs is of a glory to come. In the midan open book, and turns it over, page by winter of humanity it has gone on sowing page, to the willing eye, yet it will here- light for the righteous-seeds of the sun. after appear, that he has never allowed And in the captivity of the church, when it to pass out of his keeping, but has the daughter of Sion sat disconsolate in always held it in the hollow of his hand. her chains, the voice of the Bible has This alone will account for its preserva ever been, “Arise, and shine." No dell tion.
of Tempe, no garden of the Hesperides, So copiously did the Fathers quote no vale of Cashmere, no slope on the from the New Testament, especially from banks of Gennesareth, where the seasons the Gospels, that had that portion of Scrip- met and danced together, ever dazzled ture been destroyed, their writings, it is with more golden fruit, or charmed with said, would have supplied and restored fairer verdure and richer fragrance, than the whole again. That destruction will the Bible presents in the moral landscape eventually take place ; but when the of the future. final conflagration shall have reduced the
"O scenes surpassing fable, and yet true! material of the Bible to ashes, the indes Scenes of accomplished bliss! which who can see, tructible truths will be found transcribed Though but in distant prospect, and not feel
His soul refreshed with foretaste of the joy? by the finger of the Spirit, and enshrined
Rivers of gladness water all the earth, in the hearts of the renewed. The dis And clothe all climes with beauty.
The various seasons woven into one, embodied spirit of truth will appear
And that one season an eternal spring.” before the throne of God, and beholding in every face the reflection of her own To the Bible, the great philosophers, image, will justly claim them all for her legislators, and founders of ancient sects offspring.
were indebted, directly or indirectly, for There are certain places on the face of nearly every thing excellent in their the globe which mankind seem, by general codes and systems. consent, to have selected for the theatres
“ Hither, as to their fountain, other stars of great events. Such, for instance, is the
Repairing, in their golden urns drew light." Plain of Esdrelom, the battle-field of empires, where every nation of the old A live coal from off its altar, quickly world has seen its banners wet with the transmitted—like the torch passed from dew of Hermon. And such the Medi- hand to hand in the lamp-game of the terranean, the naumachia of the nations, Grecian youth-kindled the light of Perwhere empire has often been lost and sia, Greece, and Rome. Hence, doubt
less, Plato drew the dim conception | Dante is less awful, and Ariosto less which he is supposed to have entertained, wild; even Milton, who has topped the of the necessity of a Divine Mediator ; sublimity of all other writers, and Shakwhether from an indistinct echo of speare, who has surpassed the united the patriarchal faith, or from rays re world in prodigality of imagery and fracted from the Hebrew prophets, variety of thought, must yield to the through a Phænician medium, it is not infinite grandeur and beauty which are easy to determine. Probably both co impressed on the living oracles, or scatoperated, with his own deep sense of tered in exuberance over every page. necessity, in partially unveiling the awful I have said the Bible is the history of truth to this divine philosopher, this our world, but this is not saying enough ; “plant from the wreck of Paradise, its subject is the fate of worlds, the revothrown on the shores of idolatrous lutions of heaven and of earth-destrucGreece.”
tion and restoration on the vastest scale. The Bible is distinguished from every It is more than the history of all this, it other book professedly inspired from the is the philosophy of the history; and, Shasters of the Brahmin and the Koran more than this, the theology of the philoof Mahomet—by its earnest commenda- sophy. But in the remarks I have made, tions of knowledge. Imposture fears the I have only ascended the steps of the light; the Bible courts and creates it. temple, the hallowed interior is yet to be. Not only does it extol knowledge as a viewed. For the present, it only remains glory, it excites a thirst for it, and com for us to admire the manner in which mands us to seek after it as a most sacred the Bible embodies its great doctrines, duty.
and inculcates its great lessons. It narAnd, oh, what a field for contemplation rates interesting facts, and teaches by does it lay open! It is the history of a example. And here I shall avail myself world, of our own world—its morning, its of a paragraph in Mr. Binney's “ Dismeridian, its many changes, its prospec courses on the Practical Power of Faith ;" tive close. The countless multitudes of “We are more likely to be successful in antiquity pass before our eyes, the heroes, our inculcation of duty, if we not only and tyrants, and martyrs of old time, state what it is right to do, but actually their enormous wealth, their glittering show how it has been done
The mind, palaces, and mighty cities. We hear the in such cases, seems to have the advantumult of their armies, and the fame of tage of another sense-it not only hears, their kings proclaimed-Assyrian and but it sees; the understanding is not Persian, Babylonian, Egyptian, and Mede; only put in possession of truth, but the and all is suddenly swept away. Another fancy is furnished with illustrations and king or conqueror comes, and another images. Many a man who could not army, more numerous than the last, and comprehend the arguments for a particuthat, too, perishes before our eyes; and lar providence, can feel the proof as seenanother after rises up, and then another. | in the lives of Abraham or Joseph. He And all these men were our fathers, whose weakness would be overcome by whose virtues and vices are recorded in temptation or calamity, could he rememblazing letters, and whose punishment or ber nothing but the abstract precepts of reward is made known to the uttermost the preacher, may be stimulated to exert regions of the earth, for the benefit and both firmness and faith, by knowing guidance of us, their sons. Were it but that others have been equally tempted, the ruin of a history it would be venera without sacrificing, their virtue, and ble; were it a fiction only, it would be a equally afflicted, without losing their congrand one; but it is complete and true, fidence. For this very purpose, we imait is full of general as well as individual gine, has the Holy Spirit included so interest, it is replete with simple and much of an historical nature in the inmanly narration, with passionate appeals spired volume. On the same account, and overwhelming eloquence. It is ad our Divine Lord conveyed most of his indressed to ourselves, it is connected with structions in parables, embodying, in the us and our well-being; it gives us a story intelligible actions of men, the particular of the past, and a lesson for the future. truth he intended to enforce. This was There is nothing in Homer which can emphatically teaching the multitude.' mate with the soaring spirit of its poetry; The mass of mankind feel, rather than there is nothing in Virgil which can reason ; they arrive at truth by sensation, equal the gentle pathos of its strains. rather than by argument; the voice of