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Heart and Heath







How we Saved them! A Life-Boat Ballad.

OOK alive, men !” was the shout, Through all we'll pull; never fear
Scarce heard above the roar

But we'll get the poor souls to land. Of the thundering billows tumbling Our boat is the queen of tight boats; out

How well to that sea she rose ! From the night up the grating shore : Nothing beats our beauty that floats : “Look alive!” “Ay, ready!”

Hurrah! to the wreck she goes ! And far out from the foam again

To leeward! I hear their cries : Shot a rocket-a burning star,

That shout, it came down the gust. Blood-red-through the blinding rain.

Steady all, men ! ah, there she lies; “Now, never a wilder night

Pull under her lee, we must. Have we launched us to sea, God knows!

Now, quick; stand by with the coil ! But the Goodwins sent up that light;

Cool, cool, steady, mate! Now throw! Hurrah! to the storm she goes.

They have it! The sea may boil, “Bend to it, my mates! pull all !

But safe to the shore they go. Drive her out through the racing foam!

The children! That woman first! We'll save those for help who call

Wrap them aft! ! Thank God for Before we again see home.

those ! Steer coolly, now, old mate—steer!

Now, in with the rest! The worst You hold their lives in your hand :

1 Is past. Off to the shore she goes!”

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A Sailor's Counsel—"Pray at Once." [From the Diary of Commander C. Parry, written as a young man in 1851, when “the act of kneeling

for Private Prayer on ship-board was almost unknown.”]
HOPE I may never omit, morning | Word by the railings and jeers of my mess-
and evening, to thank God for His mates. I am sure that the real way on board
great love toward me,


that a ship is to commence soon-at once—what I may, by His help, be led to do what is you intend to practise, and it will not be so right, and not be stopped from reading His difficult afterwards."


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“Other Folks' Shoes; or, who was the Worst off ?” BY AGNES GIBERNE; AUTHOR OF TIM TEDDINGTON'S DREAM;" WILL FOSTER OF THE FERRY ;"

CHAPTER III. this," faltered Tim. “Turning him out of
HARRY PERRET'S his house and home.

"Ain't fair! I wonder who does the most ARRY PERRET ! work, you or me. A lazy idle fellow like Harry Perret !

you! Talk of not being fair indeed. What screamed shrill next po harsh voice, and a Tim felt greatly injured. He did not feel masculine virago of a quite clear yet as to whether he was really woman stood beside

Tim Teddington or Harry Perret; but in the startled Tim, when either case, he knew he had not been idle of he woke, as it seemed to him, from his nap late. Both Harry Perret and Tim Teddingin the chimney corner.

Where was he? ton were very tolerably steady and industriNot at home certainly. Where was Mary P ous working men. So he felt quite safe in Not here.

protesting with warmth against this accusa"Always sleeping, and dawdling, and wast- tion. ing your time, and hindering everybody! Ab, Tim, Tim! you never knew before Get along out o' the house a while, will ye ? what it was to rouse the ire of a passionate I've got to clear up, and can't do nothing woman. with you lounging about. You men Tim stood aghast at the outburst which always in the way. Will you get along ! " followed. For with arms akimbo and flam

The room didn't appear to need much in ing cheeks Betsy Perret stormed at Tim, the

way of “clearing up,” for it was neat as and Tim listened submissively with his eyes wax already. Every chair stood in its place, cast down. What else could he do? Words and not a speck of dust was visible. Betsy against that hurricane of speech were Perret's own attire was scrupulously tidy; straws against the tide. Tim had counted and she was a fine-looking woman too in the himself a brave man up to this day. He main, if only she had not been quite so large, knew himself now for a coward. It was not and quite so stern about the lips. And then prudence or patience, but downright nervous that voice! Tim couldn't get over it at all. fear, which chained his lips. How was it-oh, He felt a new and most unaccountable sort how-that in envying Harry Perret's prosof timidity creeping over him. Still he was perity, he had never remembered the bitter not accustomed to be ordered about in this make-weight of Betsy Perret's tongue? fashion, and he attempted a faint remon- The storm passed at length, and with the strance.

assistance of a parting push Tim found “I tell you I can't have you here. Will himself landed outside the cottage door, you go!” was all the response he obtained. wondering not a little if he should ever have “Ard mind when you come back that you courage to creep in again. take off your boots before you walk across He stood there mournfully, - looking the room, or you 'll dirty my carpet.”

over the town. What should he do? My carpet! Tim felt insulted. Was he How could he bear it? Talk of trials and only an appendage to the household, instead troubles ! Tim felt perfectly certain now that of being its head ?

no trial on earth was equal to that of such a “And I am going to wash and scrub, so wife as Betsy, and no blessing on earth was you needn't be back till dark. Well,-a. equal to that of such a wife as Mary. Why, you going? What are you dawdling about oh why, had he so recklessly thrown aside his like this for ?”

happiness? “I say, it ain't fair to treat a fellow like Ah, he had given it up now. Tim knew



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