she glanced from one to another of her
loved ones, dearer far than her own life.

But she showed no other sign of agitation; her heart sent up one swift cry
to him to whom "all power is given in heaven and in earth," and faith and
love triumphed over fear. His love to her was infinite nor was there any
limit to his power. She would trust him that all would be well whether in
life or death.

"'Even the wind and the sea obey him,'" she whispered to Violet, who was
asking with pale trembling lips, "Mamma, mamma, what will become of us?"

"But mamma they say the vessel is loaded with cotton, and that the
lightning has probably set it on fire."

"Still, my darling, he is able to take care of us; 'it is nothing with him
to help whether with many or with them that have no power;' he is the Lord
our God."

Her father had come to her side. "Daughter, my dear, dear daughter!" he
said with emotion, taking her in his arms as was his wont in her early
years.

"O grandpa, take care of mamma, whatever becomes of us!" exclaimed Elsie
and Vi together.

"No, no!" she said, "save my children and never mind me."

"Mamma, you must be our first care!" said Eddie hoarsely.

"Your sisters, my son, and your brothers. Leave me to the last," she
answered firmly.

"We will hope to save you all," Mr. Dinsmore said, trying to speak
cheerfully; "but, my child, if you perish, I perish with you."

"Horace, is it true? is it true that the vessel is on fire?" gasped Mrs.
Conly, clutching his arm and staring him in the face with eyes wild with
terror.

"Try to calm yourself, Louise," he said kindly. "We do not know certainly
yet, though there is reason to fear it may be so."

"Horrible!" she cried, wringing her hands. "I can't die! I've never made
any preparations for death. Oh save me, Horace, if you can! No, no save my
girls, my poor dear girls, and never mind me."

"Louise, my poor sister," he said, deeply moved, "we will not despair yet
of all being saved; but try to prepare for the worst, turn _now_ to him
who has said, Look unto me and be ye saved all ye ends of the earth."

Virginia had thrown herself upon a sofa, in strong hysterics, and Isadore
stood over her with smelling salts and fan.

Mrs. Conly hurried back to them with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Oh what is to be done?" she sighed, taking the fan from Isa's hand. "If
Cal and Art were but here to look after us! Your uncle has his hands full
with his daughter and he