d point toward the "Rosalie."

When the gig's oars at last, in spite of her meandering navigation by
her abstracted helmsman, trailed alongside the schooner, and while her
crew were cracking a few biscuits and jokes on deck, with the sun high
up the little craft's masts, her captain hurried down to his small
cabin, and changed his rig for service on board the frigate.

CHAPTER XLVII.

DEVOTION.

"To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,
While each to his Great Father bends--
Old men and babes, and loving friends,
And youths and maidens gay!"

"Farewell! farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou wedding-guest,
He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man, and bird, and beast!"

Sunday morning in Kingston harbor. The deep-toned bells from cathedral
and church were wafted off from the town; the troops at Park Camp
marching with easy tread to their chapel; matrons and maidens, with bare
heads, fans, and mantillas, going along demurely; portly judges,
factors, and planters trudging beside palanquins of their Saxon spouses;
negroes in white; Creoles in brown, cigarettes put out for a time; while
swinging censers and rolling sound of organs and chants, or prayers and
sermons from kirk and pulpits, told how the people were worshiping God
according to their several beliefs.

On the calm harbor, too, and in Port Royal, lay the men-of-war, the
church pennants taking the place of the ensigns at the peaks, the bells
tolling, and the sailors--quiet, clean, and orderly--were attending
divine service.

On board the "Monongahela" the great spar-deck was comparatively
deserted--all save that officer with his spy-glassing old quarter-master,
and the sentries on gangway and forecastle. The ropes, however, were
flemished down in concentric coils, the guns without a speck of dust
on their shining coats, the capstan polished like an old brass
candlestick, and every thing below and aloft in a faultless condition.

As Harry Darcantel came rather languidly over the gangway, and went down
to the main deck, where the five hundred sailors in snowy-white
mustering clothes were assembled, Commodore Cleveland beckoned to him
with his finger as he stood talking at the cabin door to his first
lieutenant.

"Hardy, I do not feel well this morning; make my excuses to the
chaplain, and go on with the service. Come in, Harry. Orderly, allow no
one, not even the servants, to enter the c