and offer up our grateful praises to the throne of grace."

"Stop, stop!" cried the stranger convulsively: "my presence would be a clog upon your pray. ers. I too had a father-that picture was his," he continued, falling on his knees before the venerable old man, "and you must be you are my noble-minded, my much-injured brother."

Oh, what a meeting was this! Animosity had long since subsided, and the word "brother" revived all the attachment of their boyish days.

What need of saying more? they knelt together; and whilst without the storm raged, within the cottage

"The peace of God, beyond expression sweet,
Filled every being humbled at his feet."

They rose, and the stranger-stranger now no longer was received into the circle with delight. A man entered the room, announcing that several of the seamen who had been saved from the wreck were waiting outside the house, to know if they might take shelter in some outbuildings. The kind-hearted mother would not permit this, but succoured them under the same roof with her children, and gave them plentiful refreshment. The stranger went amongst them, and they instantly rose from their repast with the utmost

respect. From them he learned that the whole of the remaining portion of the crew and passengers had quitted the ship. About thirty had perished; but the rest, nearly forty in number, were safe on land. Another man now entered, and addressed the stranger as Sir William Russell. Yes! he was great, he was wealthy; and from that hour his influence and his wealth were devoted to the promotion of the happiness and welfare of the FISHERMAN'S FAMILY.

THE RED FLAG AT THE FORE.

"Come, sit thee down by me, love; come, sit thee down

by me,

And I will tell thee many a tale of the dangers of the

sea,

Of the perils of the deep, love; when the stormy tempests

roar,

And the raging billows wildly dash upon the groaning shore.

The skies are flaming red, love, the skies are flaming red,

And darkly rolls the mountain wave, and curls its monstrous head;

Whilst clouds and ocean blending, and loud howls the bitter blast,

And the daring tar, 'twixt life and death, clings to the shattered mast."

. NEVER shall I forget my emotions on first ascending the side of the ship, in which I commenced my career as a sailor. It was just about the time when Nelson and the Nile was the universal theme of conversation; our theatres echoed to the shouts of "Rule Britannia," and the senatehouse rang with plaudits for the achievements of naval valour. But ah! how few who rejoiced in

the triumphs of victory, gave one thought to the hardships, privations, and oppressions under which the gallant seaman laboured. Boy-like, I thought it was a jovial life; and when standing on the deck, with the British ensign floating at the peak, and the bull-dogs (cannon) peeping from their port-holes, I felt, "ay, every inch a hero." Besides, there was my handsome uniform, with bright gilt buttons bearing the impress of the anchor, and my dirk, just long enough to spit a partridge, swinging like a cook's skewer by my side, and a leathern belt with two fierce lions' heads in front, and that summit of a school-boy's ambition, the cocked hat and gold rosettes. What child of twelve years could resist the temptation! So I e'en kissed my poor mother, who used to compare the rattling of the rain, as it ran down the spout into the water-butt, to the roaring of the waves, and for whom gilded buttons and cocked-up hats had no charms, shook my father by the hand, as he gave me the bill for my outfit, to make me (by calculating the expense) more careful of my clothes,-threw my arms round the neck of my weeping sister, who slyly thrust something into my waistcoat pocket, which I afterwards found was all her own private little store of cash, and away I started with glory in my eye, to leave "home, sweet home" far, far behind me.

The ship which I was going to join, was a fine

dashing frigate, commanded by a friend of my father's friend, to whom I received the most handsome recommendations. I say friend of my father's friend, for such he was represented to me; but the fact is, my worthy dad was a freeman of no contemptible borough, besides holding a considerable influence over a certain number of independent voters, and one of the candidates, whilst canvassing for the general election, had declared that "I was cut out for a sailor,"—that "he had interest at the Admiralty," and made no doubt that by diligence and attention I should soon carry the "red flag at the fore." I thought so too; but what the "red flag at the fore" meant, I was just as ignorant as I was of cuckoo-clock making. Nevertheless, it sounded well, the candidate became an M. P., and I was sent on board a stranger amongst strangers, and about as much patronised as a widow's pig upon a village green.

I had never seen a ship,-I had never seen the sea; and when the wide ocean burst upon my view, rolling its mighty billows in majectic grandeur, I began to think that they were not the most pleasant things in life to play with, particularly for such a little fellow as myself; but, when the stupendous bulwarks of Britain appeared, as they lay at anchor in the bay, with their shining sides reflected on the waves and their bright en