e who
fight for good do so side by side; and well is it for poor humanity that
the bane and the antidote grow together. The misanthrope sends his
poisonous streams throughout the land, but the philanthropist erects his
dams everywhere to stem the foul torrents and turn them aside. The
Infidel plants unbelief with reckless hand far and wide, but the
Christian scatters the "Word" broadcast over the land. The sordid
shipowner strews the coast with wreck and murdered fellow-creatures;
but, thank God, the righteous shipowner--along with other like-minded
men--sends forth a fleet of lifeboats from almost every bay and cove
along the shore to rob the deep of its prey, and rescue the perishing.

In the bay where the _Swordfish_ was stranded there chanced to be a
lifeboat. Most of her noble crew were, at the time the vessel struck,
in chapel, probably engaged in singing the hymns of the great John
Wesley, or listening to the preaching of the "old, old story" of the
salvation of souls through faith in Jesus Christ. But there were bodies
to be saved that day as well as souls, and the stout arms of the
lifeboat crew were needed.

The cry was quickly raised, "A wreck in the bay!" The shout that
naturally followed was, "The lifeboat!" A stalwart Cornish gentleman
sprang from his pew to serve his Master in another field. He was the
Honorary Local Secretary of the Lifeboat Institution--a man brimful of
physical energy, and with courage and heart for every good work. No
time was lost. Six powerful horses were procured so quickly that it
seemed as if they had started ready harnessed into being. Willing hands
dragged the lifeboat, mounted on its carriage, from its shed, the horses
were attached, and a loud cheer arose as the huge craft was whirled
along the road towards the bay. The scene of the wreck was a mile
distant, and a large town had to be traversed on the way thither.
Hundreds of worshippers were on the streets, returning home, with
chastened thoughts and feelings perchance, from church and chapel.
There was excitement, however, in their looks, for the echo of that cry,
"The lifeboat!" had reached the ears of many, and eager inquiries were
being made. Presently the lifeboat itself, with all its peculiar gear,
came thundering through the town, rudely dispelling, for a few moments,
the solemnity of the Sabbath day. Hundreds of men, women, and children
followed in its train, and hundreds more joined at every turn of t