HUMAN nothingness, divine sufficiency-the one just as real as the other-was the atmosphere of those last days at Coborn Street. None could come and go without feeling it. Among packing-cases and bundles the Saturday prayermeetings were held, friends from far and near, crowding the room, sitting up the staircase and on anything that came to hand. Upon the wall still hung the great map ; on the table lay the open Bible ; and all else was lost sight of.

" Our great desire and aim," Mr. Taylor had written in his pamphlet, " are to plant the standard of the Cross in the eleven provinces of China hitherto unoccupied, and in Chinese Tartary." 1{1- " Your plan of seeking to plant two missionaries in each of the unoccupied provinces is a noble one," wrote the Rev. William Burns from Peking in January of this year (i866), " and if, by the help of God, it is but half accomplished, a great step will have been taken in advance, and the necessities of China will become more visible and clamant in the view of all the Protestant Churches."}

A foolhardy business! " said those who saw only the difficulties.

" A superhuman task !" sighed others who wished them well. And many even of their friends could not but be anxious.

" You will be forgotten," was the chief concern of some. " With no Committee to represent you at home you will be lost sight of in that distant land. Claims are many nowadays. Before long you may find yourselves without even the necessaries of life! "

" I am taking my children with me," was Mr. Taylor's reply, " and I notice that it is not difficult for me to remember that the little ones need breakfast in the morning, dinner at mid-day, and something before they go to bed at night. Indeed, I could not forget it. And I find it impossible to suppose that our Heavenly Father is less tender or mindful than I."

Little wonder that the quietness and simplicity of it all, combined with such aims, such faith, drew out the sympathy of many hearts ! 1-{1 The Rev. Alexander M'Aulay, then a minister in East London, saw a good deal of Mr. Taylor and his fellow-workers at this time. " I watched very closely the manner and spirit of those about to proceed to China," he said as President of the Wesleyan Conference ten years later., " I was delighted to find the spirit of self-sacrifice very deep in every one of them, so far as I could discern. They were given to prayer, and had all the elements about them that were likely to make them successful missionaries in any field to which God might call them."}

Over the dark blue sea, over the trackless flood, A little band is gone in the service of their God: The lonely waste of waters they traverse to proclaim, In the distant land of Sinim, Immanuel's Saving Name. They have heard from the far-off East the voice of their brother's blood: A million a month in China are dying without God. .. .

No help have they but God : alone to their Father's hand. They look for the supply of their wants in a distant land. The fulness of the world is His--'All power' in earth and heaven; They are strong tho' weak, and rich tho' poor, in the promise He has given. 'Tis enough! they hear the cry, the voice of their brother's blood: A million a month in China are dying without God. 2-{2 From The Voice of thy Brother's Blood, by H. Grattan Guinness.}

Never surely were travellers more prayed for, as the long months of the voyage wore on, and none could have more needed such aid. Sailing from London on the 26th of May, it was the end of September before they reached Shanghai; and very determined were the onslaughts of the enemy, first to wreck the unity and spiritual power of the missionary party, and then to wreck the ship on which they travelled, sending them all to the bottom. But from the hour of parting, when they were commended to God in the stern-cabin of the Lammermuir by Mr. Berger and a company of those nearest to them, they were daily sustained in this most important way.1-{1 The Saturday prayer-meeting was continued by Mr. and Mrs. Gough (the widow of Mr. J. Jones of Ningpo) in their home on Bow Road, near Coborn Street. Another weekly prayer-meeting was held by Mr. and Mrs.Berger at Saint Hill, who also kept up the noon half-hour daily, no matter what guests or occupations they might have. There were praying circles also in Scotland, Ireland, and the provinces, in which the needs of the mission found constant remembrance.}

And prayer was wonderfully answered on board that little sailing-ship tossed on the mighty deep. Most of . Trinity Sunday, their first 'whole day at sea, they were anchored awaiting a favourable breeze. Freedom from much motion gave opportunity for morning and evening services and for rest which was greatly needed. Next day was occupied with putting things in order and steadying the heavy baggage, piled up in the corners of the saloon upon which the cabins opened.2-{2 This they had all to themselves, with its three port-holes at the stem, and sky-light over the table from the poop deck. Immediately outside this saloon (or " stern-cabin ") was the main-mast, forward of which lay the well-deck with officers' quarters, and the forecastle. The Lammermuir was a three-masted iron sailing-ship of 760 tons burden.} On Tuesday regular studies were begun, Mr. Taylor taking a class in Chinese every morning and Mrs. Taylor another in the afternoon.

"I should like you to have a peep at us when we are gathered together," she wrote to Mrs. Berger, "just to see how happy we all are ! God ever keeps us so.... The Captain and crew number thirty-four, which with our own party makes fifty-six souls on board."

After that came rougher weather, when many were down with sea-sickness and Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, in the absence of of a stewardess, had their hands full. By the time Madeira was reached almost all " had their sea-legs," and great advance had been made in getting into touch with the crew. From that time on, all across the Atlantic (for their course took them westward almost to Brazil) round the Cape of Good Hope and up to the East Indian Islands, the weather, was wonderfully fine-few gales and no distressing heat. Eleven and a half weeks were occupied in this part of the voyage, weeks chiefly memorable for the change they brought to many a life on board. .

For the sailors had been watching these unusual passengers, whose company they had looked forward to with anything but satisfaction. One missionary would have been bad enough, but a whole ship's load of them ! It was " a pretty go," as the first mate told his wife before leaving,, . and more than he " wished they were out of it." For the Lammermuir carried a godless crew, though the Captain was a Christian. This was a great help, as he gave permission for Sunday services and put no hindrance in the way of intercourse with the men. But the latter held aloof for some time, and the missionaries were wise enough to give them plenty of line.

There are some things, however, that cannot be hid, chiefest of which is the fragrance of Christ in a spirit made loving and helpful by His presence. This was not lacking on board the Lammermuir, and before long it began to be strangely attractive. Hardly knowing what it was that drew them, the men found their hearts open to spiritual influences as never before. The missionaries, after all, were not such a bad lot! When a difficult piece of forging had to be done, Nicol, the Scotch blacksmith, was better at it than any of themselves. Jackson and Williamson, the carpenters, were always ready to lend a hand ; and in the absence of a ship's doctor Mr. Taylor's surgical skill, gladly placed at their disposal, was invaluable. Then he gave capital lectures-talks on the eye, the circulation of the blood, first aid to the injured, etc., which helped to pass the time. And there was more than that. Seen at close quarters, these people were downright happy-always busy, always kindly, and given to singing.

It was queer, that part of it I for what could there be in the life they had chosen to make them want to sing ? Yet morning, noon, and night, in the stern-cabin with their harmonium or out on deck, whether two or three alone or the whole company together, they seemed never to tire. True it was only hymns they sang, but what could touch deeper chords ? " Yes, we part, but not for ever," " Jesu, Lover of my soul," " Rock of Ages, cleft for me "-to them it all seemed so real! Thou, 0 Christ, art all I want, More than all in Thee I find.. .

Yes, it was plain enough : religion meant something to these people. And little by little not a few on board, instead of wishing themselves out of it, began to wish they were in it in any real sense.

" The Captain, officers, and crew are most kind to us," Mr. Taylor wrote -at the beginning of the 'voyage. "The cabin steward is a Christian. May God give us to see many conversions ere we leave the vessel."

" The friendly feeling only increases," he added a week later. " Continue to pray for us : God is answering. . . . What we need is more of His grace, more faith, more devotion to Him, more love for souls. May these be given us for Jesus' sake."

Before ever they had seen the Lammermuir, or the crew had been engaged for the voyage, much prayer had been made for those with whom they were to travel all the way to China. Very definitely they had asked for a ship'scompany to whom the Lord would bless His Word. That prayer was still going up, both on board and at home, and they were eagerly looking for the answer. " A voyage across the ocean will not make any one a soul-winner," as Mr. Taylor often said ; but these fellow-workers, whatever they may have lacked in some directions, possessed that personal knowledge of God which makes men keen about bringing others to know Him too.

And Mr. Taylor's example helped them not a little. Soul-winning was to him as it had always been, the very object of his existence as a Christian. For this he lived, prayed, laboured ; and amid the many responsibilities that had come upon him he was still, in this sense, the true missionary. He encouraged his fellow-workers also in putting prayer, definite, believing prayer, before any other means to bring about conversion, and in seeking to live the life that makes such prayer possible. Well he knew how easy it is on board ship to drift into an unhelpful spirit, and lose all influence for good over others. Novel-reading, waste of time, and self-indulgence at table were carefully watched against, and the daily prayer-meeting kept up which registered unerringly the spiritual temperature of the little company. Chinese study and useful reading occupied a good part of the day ; Mr. Taylor himself having a Greek Grammar on hand, and Wordsworth's Commentary on Leviticus. But the eternal welfare of those with whom they travelled was sought directly, as well as in these indirect but potent ways.

The conversion of the second officer, twenty-five days out from Plymouth, was a welcome answer to prayer, and was quickly followed by that of two of the midshipmen. This was the _ beginning of an awakening among the crew which continued for some time. Concern about spiritual things began to lay hold of them, and there was great joy among the missionaries as one after another came out into the light.

" I can give you but little idea," Mr. Taylor wrote to Mr. Berger, " of the precious answers to prayer we have received, and of the blessed change wrought in some of these men. Four of them were Romanists ; now they are resting on the finished work of Christ and prizing His words.... We hope to see others brought in before long . for did we not ask God to gather a crew to whom He would bless His Word, and will He not continue to answer ? Dear Mr. Berger, I do wish you could have been with us some times when we have received special answers to prayer. Our joy has literally overflowed, and we have longed that our friends at home could know of the blessing poured out upon us.

"As is often the case, God has singled out some who seemed most unlikely, and who at first manifested the greatest opposition to the Gospel. . . . Others again being foreigners with little knowledge of English seemed difficult to reach, but the Lord has opened their hearts... .

" We commenced by having service on Sunday morning in the saloon, with Captain Bell's permission. A few of the sailors came. Then the young men started an afternoon meeting in the forecastle, held thrice weekly. Nor were our sisters less active. Mary Bell began a Bible Class, which soon grew into a meeting for reading the Scriptures and for prayer every night, Mrs. Nicoland others joining her. Some were converted, and these meetings became general.... Miss Desgraz undertook reading with the four Swedes, Miss Faulding. with a German, Miss Bausum with the _cook and a South Sea Islander. Miss Barnes holds a reading-class for all who wish to improve themselves in English, and has been blessed to the conversion of several ; while the other brethren and sisters have taken part in personal conversations and public meetings.".

High-water mark was reached early in August, when the first mate, who had been a savage bully among the men, experienced a real change of heart. For a month or more his wretchedness had been pitiable ; but though under deep conviction of sin, it was not without a desperate struggle he was able to break with the old life and enter into peace in believing.

" Had a special prayer-meeting for the conversion of Mr. Brunton," is the entry in Mr. Taylor's journal for August 3. And the following morning

" Could not retire without seeing Mr. Brunton. Read to him at 12.30, when he came from his midnight watch, part of Mackintosh on Exodus 12. (the Passover). After much conversation and prayer, the Lord brought him into liberty. First, told my dear wife and Miss Blatchley (their friend and secretary), then Mr. Williamson, who rose and joined me in praise and thanksgiving to God. Then I went to awake Mr. Sell, though it was 2.30 A.M. Oh, how glad our hearts were !" 1-{1 " Mr. Brunton's conversion was very interesting," wrote Miss Rose, who was going out to be married to Mr. Meadows. " For several weeks he was miserable. He had been brought up a Roman Catholic, and there were many prejudices to overcome. Every means was used to help him, and again and again requests' came from those who were going to converse with him, that they might be prayed for. One night Mr. Sell came running down from the deck at twelve o'clock saying that Mr. Brunton had just asked him to go to his cabin and pray with him. Two of us were up and we united in prayer : but he did not find peace that night, nor for many weeks following. "By the first week in August, matters came to a climax, and it was felt that if he were to be saved it must be at once. He was wretched . it seemed a life and death question. The enemy was determined not to let him go, and the struggle was fearful. On the night of the 3rd his watch ended at twelve o'clock, Mr. Taylor went just after and had a long conversation with him, those who were up retiring to the stern-cabin for prayer. When Mr. Taylor came down and the answer had not yet been given, he and another continued in prayer till three o'clock. The Bible next day was turned into a prayer-meeting, another special meeting was called in the forenoon ; and a third would have been held later, but bad weather prevented it. God, however, knew the longing of our hearts, and took the work into His own hands. Mr. Taylor again met Mr. Brunton at midnight, in his-cabin; and while he was explaining to him the passage,When I see the blood, I will pass over you,' light broke I He saw the plan of salvation ; peace and joy took possession of his heart and he at once poured out his soul to God in praise and prayer-remembering us each one by name, all who were unsaved on board, and his own wife and children. Mr. Taylor was so overjoyed that he went and awoke Mr. Sell, to tell him the good news. The latter got up and woke me, and at three in the morning we gave thanks together. It is impossible to describe the rejoicing of that day I You know what it is to have the burden of souls upon your hearts, and the joy that follows their conversion."}

The news was quickly known all over the ship, and deep was the impression next day when this officer called out his watch and told them personally what God had done for his soul. One young midshipman to whom he spoke gave his heart to the Lord, and several of the crew who had been halting between two opinions were brought to decision.

August, 4 : A day of great things : Carter, Dixon, and the steward .(Russell) professed to find peace through believing. Had a protracted meeting, till midnight, to praise the Lord and seek the conversion of all binds. At midnight, Mr. Brunton, Carter, and Dixon joined us, and we gave thanks together.

At the request of the crew, the daily meetings were now moved from the steward's cabin to their own quarters, where a larger number could be accommodated.

" Our first meeting in the forecastle was held the night before last," Mr. Taylor wrote on August 22. "Many of our own number and most of the sailors were present. It was truly a pleasant sight! Card-playing had for some time given place to Bible reading, and foolish songs to hymns. But now they and we were met as believers-brothers and sisters from various parts of the new and old world and from the islands of the sea-all journeying toward the same blessed home. Some were seated on sea-chests, some on planks, some on chairs that we had brought, some on various parts of. the ship's fittings, while a few-halfashamed to be seen, yet drawn by something they themselves, perhaps, did not understand-were hiding behind the capstan or hanging about the doors. The meeting commenced with the hymn Come let us join our cheerful songs-- With angels round the throne.

Mr. Sell then engaged in prayer, and was followed by a converted West Indian, who in broken English poured out his heart to God. A passage in John was read and conversed about. Another hymn was sung ; prayer followed ; and Miss Barnes, who had just come in, gave thanks for the conversion of one of the men who had been in the deepest distress for some time, and with whom she had been speaking on deck where his duty detained him. Then one of the sailors asked for, ' O happy day, that fixed my choice.' Prayer was again offered and the meeting closed with Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known.. ,

Then followed such a shaking of hands, such mutual exhortations and expressions of Christian love as did one good to see and hear. Truly, the Lord is wonderfully answering the prayers of His dear people who are bearing us up at the throne of grace."

" August 23: Such a happy meeting again last night ! The second of the four Swedes has found peace, and three others present were seeking Jesus. The first mate (Mr. Brunton) led us in prayer, as did also three of the sailors ; and the joy was so great that it was with difficulty I could get the meeting concluded half an hour after the time had come for doing so."

Among themselves, also, the missionaries had helpful meetings, and several days were given entirely to' waiting upon God, in view of all that lay before them.

" On Saturday afternoons we join in Spirit with friends in China and at home," Mr. Taylor continued to Mr. Berger, " praying for the good of the mighty empire toward which we are journeying. Our minds are kept in peace as to the future. Were we never to reach China, we should all rejoice in the work God has done on the Lammermuir ; and if permitted to reach our destination, He Who has led hitherto will be with us and will guide us by a plain path."

Gladly would one leave the record of the voyage at this point, telling only of the wonderful deliverance from ship wreck in the China Sea with which it ended. But to do so would be untrue to facts, and untrue moreover to universal experience. Who does not . know, with any spiritual life at all, that where God is working the devil is sure to be busy ; and that the nearer one seeks to live to the Lord Himself, the more painful are the consequences of grieving Him ? They were only little things that had come inbetween one and another of the party. Big temptations would have defeated their own end ; but little criticisms, little coldnesses, little jealousies had brought in disunion that led to serious results. Prayer was hindered ; and to the grief of all concerned, the work of the Holy Spirit was so checked, that for one whole month no souls were saved, and some who had been anxious remained sinburdened and undecided. It was a startling experience, and deeply searching : a whole month without conversions, at a time when already many of the men had come over the line and others seemed ready to do so ! And in their troubled hearts the missionaries themselves knew what was hindering.

Yet it was so hard to get right, to get right and to keep right with one another ! It was painful light on the inspired words, " Behold, how good and how' pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity . . . for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore." The fact that they were living, most of them, in true fellowship with God made the grief of failure the more distressing. It made it also the more needful for the Lord to let that grief be felt. Evidences of the self-life in those who had not come so near to Him might be less disastrous in their results ; but " whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth." It is the fruitful branch He purges, that it may bring forth " more fruit."

To Mr. Taylor, needless to say, these developments caused deep concern. Could he by more watchfulness have safeguarded his fellow-workers and prevented misunderstandings ? Could he now, prevailing first with God, bring them to a better mind, and restore " the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace " ?

" This morning," runs a note in his journal early in July, " had some conversation with Mr. Nicol about the present state of matters. Sell joined us and afterwards Williamson, and we decided on holding a special meeting for confession and prayer for the increase of love and unity. Spoke to most of them privately, and affectionately urged the need of a better spirit. We met in the evening, and the Lord was with us indeed. I trust He gave to all present a real desire to be united in love."

But the danger was a recurring one, and a couple of months later a spirit of discord again crept in. It was on different grounds this time and with other members of the party, but the outcome was the same-criticism, discontent, loss of power and blessing.

" Almost all the party deploring the want of more unity and love," is the record for September 8. " The Lord make bare His arm on our behalf."

The notable thing is that they did deplore it ; that they saw and felt the danger ; could not go on in such a condition, even on ship-board, and gave themselves to heart-searching, before the Lord. Prayer and fasting again turned the tide : I for to those who humble themselves before Him it is still,'' true, " When the enemy shall come in like a flood, they Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him."

Then the adversary changed his tactics. Unsuccessful y in wrecking the spiritual usefulness of the party, it seemed as though " the Prince of the Power of the Air " let loose his fiercest legions, determined on the destruction in one way or another of the infant mission. For fifteen days and nights the stress of storm and tempest lay upon them. Caught in one typhoon after another they beat up the China Sea all but a wreck-sails gone, masts gone, everything gone but their steadfast hope in God. Of the beginning of this terrible experience Miss Blatchley wrote

On Monday morning (September 10) the sun rose as usual and the wind was fair, but in the afternoon the weather became squally. The wind increased, the glass was steadily falling, and before night it was but too clear that we were on the edge of a typhoon. The night was fearfully rough, with a wild sea. The rain descended as if the clouds were coming down bodily, while the raging of the wind made it exceedingly difficult to pass orders. More than once all the men on duty were nearly swept overboard by heavy seas. In the darkness little could be done. We could only watch, and commend ourselves and more especially the crew to God's keeping. . . .

All Tuesday the glass continued to fall, and the wind and sea were unabated. But we were beginning to hope from the direction of the wind that we were on the outer edge of the typhoon.

On Wednesday the sun was visible, the rain ceased and the glass was no longer falling. We were safe ; we had a fair wind, and toward noon sighted Formosa.... So we renewed hope of reaching Shanghai on the Saturday following. But on Thursday, a strong gale blew right ahead, with a tremendous sea on, so that we were driven out of our course. . This gale continued all Friday. Moreover, we were now among shoals and breakers. Heavy seas were sweeping the decks, loosening things from their lashings. Many of the sailors were ill, and the storm we -had already passed had weakened the ship, rendering her very unfit to meet another gale. We were all feeling worn out with want of rest, with the perpetual tossing, our wet clothes, etc., and were longing to reach our desired haven. We were, indeed, within a couple of days' good run of it : but the wind continued adverse, and. we had constantly to tack, with the prospect of having to beat all up the China Sea in the teeth of a N.E. simoon.

At last with longing eyes we sighted Fu-kien on Tuesday the 18th of September. The waters were becoming pale, earnest of our approach to the Yangtze. -But we were still beating to windward, and continued to do so all Wednesday, not only making nothing, but not even holding our own, for we lost some twenty knots or more. It was tedious work, but we kept up courage and cheered our weariness by constant communion with Him Who is our hope and our salvation. The old, familiar hymns had now new meaning. While the winds' raged, we sang " Jesu, Lover of my soul," " Rock of Ages," " O God, our help in ages past," and others. We could not always raise our voices above the storm, but at least they mingled with it, they and it praising God.

In the night especially we had prayer, because the darkness prevented much from being done or attempted about the ship. Of course rest was out of the question. When the tempests were upon us we were tossed up and down as if our iron ship were nothing-now on the crest of a wave, now in a deep valley, now thrown on her port, now on her starboard side, almost dipping her yard-ends into the sea, and again plunging forward, her forecastle right under water. In this condition we were wearying for land . . . and it would have been with despairing feelings we watched the wind increase . ... but for the assurance that God's arm was closely round us, and at the same time ruling all powers.

Twelve days the storm had been upon them, but the worst was yet to come.

" It is useless to attempt to describe," wrote Miss Faulding, "what passed on Saturday, Sunday and Monday " (Sept. 22-24). " The sea washed our lea bulwarks away, and seemed as if it would carry everything before it. Our mainsail was torn to ribbons ; the jib-boons and fore, main and mizen masts were carried away, and it seemed impossible we should weather it. I am glad to say we were all kept calm, ready for life or death. We were making water fast. The broken masts were hanging over our heads as if by a thread, swinging about fearfully and threatening every moment to fall which if they had done, the deck or side of the vessel must have been staved in, and we should have gone down in a few minutes. I did feel so thankful that you could not know ; for I had the strongest conviction that our lives would not be lost."

But for the courageous example of Mr. Taylor, 1-{1-" All through the storm," said Mr. Rudland, " Mr. Taylor was perfectly calm. When almost at its height the men refused to work any longer. The Captain had advised all to put on life-belts. ' She can scarcely hold together two hours,' was his verdict. At this juncture he was going to the forecastle, where the men were taking refuge, revolver in hand. Mr. Taylor went up to him. 'Don't use force,' he said, 'till everything else has been tried.' He then went in quietly and talked to the men, telling them he believed God would bring, us through, but that everything depended upon the greatest care in navigating the ship, in other words, upon the men themselves. 'We will all help,' he added 1, our lives are in jeopardy as much as yours.' The men were completely reassured by his quiet demeanour and friendly reasoning, and with officers, midshipmen, and the rest of us went to work in earnest at the wreckage, and before long got in the great iron spars that were ramming the side of the ship."} and indeed all the missionary party, things would have gone very differently however. In outward prosperity, during the earlier part of the voyage, they had been learning something of their spiritual foes and " the need," as Mr. Taylor wrote, " of having our souls stayed upon God, and of clinging to Him in ceaseless prayer " ; now it was His purpose to teach them in a different way, " the blessedness of trusting Him in the hour of human helplessness and danger." Of those last, worst days he wrote

Friday, Sept. 21: The gale increasing and having all the appearance of another typhoon, we had prayer together from time to time during the afternoon and night. The decks were swept by the sea in a manner I have never before witnessed.

Saturday, Sept. 22: The jibs and stay-sails gave way early this morning. So fearful was the sea that the men refused to go out and secure them. The Captain and first Mate went on the forecastle ... the men followed, but soon all had to be recalled as the vessel was driving into the sea. Soon after this the lea, upper bulwarks, began to give way, and before long all this side was overboard. Next, the jib-boom and flying jib-boom gave way, followed immediately by the foretop and top-gallant masts and the maintop-gallant mast. They hung by the wire shrouds, swinging about most fearfully, owing to the heavy rolling of the ship.

The appearance of things was now truly terrific. The decks full of water, which poured over both sides as she rolled, were encumbered with floating spars, tubs, buckets, 'casks, etc. Besides the danger of being washed overboard, there was no small risk of having one's limbs 'broken by moving timbers, torn from their moorings. Prayer to God was our only resource. The sailors, paralysed, gave up work. The probability seemed that our hours, if not minutes, were numbered. I kissed the dear children, and With the young men of our party went out and set to work, hoping to encourage others.. Commending ourselves to God, we began to secure the floating things and cut away the wreckage. This stimulated some of the crew to help us. Many of the smaller things washed overboard, and the larger we secured from time to time, for the fury of the waves was such that no lashings would stand long. The water-casks having been swept away no fresh water was procurable, for we dared not open the tanks in the gale. Cooking was out of the question, and we had to eat a little biscuit and cheese or butter from time to time. Through God's blessing the wreck of the fore masts and jib-booms was safely got over the side. The main mast was swinging fearfully, and water was going down into the hold in large quantities by the foot of the mast and by the anchor pipes, the covers of which had been washed away. These places were now secured, and as the afternoon was far advanced no more could be attempted.

We were still in very bad shape. Rolling fearfully, the masts and yards hanging down were tearing our -only sail (the main lower top-sail) and were battering like a ram against the main yard. The deck from forecastle to poop was one scarcelybroken sea. The roar of the water, the clanging of chains, the beating of the dangling masts and yards, the sharp smack of the torn sails made it almost impossible to hear any orders that might be given. Providentially the moon was bright and the night light. Though all were tired out, there was little sleeping. About 10 P.M. the mizen top-gallant royal mast gave way, and with the royal yard hung swinging about. The rain and spray beat desperately, and the force of the wind was such that it was impossible to stand on the poop without holding on. Captain Bell kept moving about, though so unwell-half his face paralysed.

Sunday, Sept. 23: Very weary in body we recommenced at 6 A.M. . . . The pumps were got to work, and ropes being carried into the saloon the ladies helped in pumping.... The rolling continued to be very heavy, and at times the decks were one sheet of water, rushing and roaring in a way to appal the stoutest heart. The ship began to labour very heavily, leading us to think that she was taking water, but of this we could get no certainty. Worn out after a hard day's work, we did not attempt a service, but lay down for a little rest. This was often disturbed by unusually heavy seas and rolls, when it seemed as though we must be going down at once. But after a while she would get more quiet, and moonlight and lessening wind gave rise to hope. '

Although the storm was blowing over, this second Monday was the most anxious day of all. Every one on board was worn out ; the pumps would not work, acid they were shipping water fast. What it must have been to Mrs. Taylor with the little ones about her may be better imagined than described.

" But it was sweet to rejoice in God through all," she wrote ; " to rest in past proofs of His love, independently of present circumstances and I entered into Habakkuk's song as never before, ' Yet will I rejoice in the Lord, ; I will glory in the God of my salvation.' "

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