hymn his
mother had taught him.

Jack tried to summon a verse from his confused brain, and the one
little Miss Joy had often said came to his lips, and he repeated in a
low voice, quavering with weakness and emotion--

"Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:

"Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last!

"Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort----"

"Oh! Colley," Jack said, breaking off, "look!" The little boy's eyes
were wide open, gazing upwards. Then a smile, a sweet smile, a shudder
as if in answer to a welcome, and the spirit of the child had fled!

Colley bowed his head weeping.

"A pretty little lad!" he said, "his mother's pride aboard ship. Well,
well, she is waiting for him, and God's will be done."

When the shadows crept over the blue expanse that night, Colley lifted
the child's body tenderly in his arms, and said to Jack--

"Kiss him for his mother, boy. He is saved from the death which,
unless God send help, lies before you and me--the death of starvation.
You are young, but I am an old man; for all sailors are old at fifty,
and few see sixty. I shall go next."

"Oh, Colley, Colley, do not leave me all alone!"

Colley shook his head.

"Again I say, Let God's will be done. I wish--I wish I had a memory
for a text of Scripture to say before I bury this child; for we must
bury him, and now. You've been at school, you say, up to the time you
ran away. Can't you say the words of Scripture which you have learned?
You must know a lot."

Poor Jack rubbed his head and tried to collect his thoughts, but in
vain.

"It's what the Lord said to Mary when her brother Lazarus died. Ah,
I've got it now!"

and Colley slowly and solemnly repeated, "I am the Resurrection and the
Life; he that liveth and believeth on Me shall never die."

Then the old sailor clasped his weather-beaten hands over the child's
lifeless form, and with tears running down his rugged cheeks he said:
"O heavenly Father, Thou hast called this child from pain and
suffering. In Thy mercy send for me next; but let poor Jack live to go
back to his mother. For Christ Jesus' sake."

Then tenderly and gently the little form slipped over the side of the
boat; ther