heart; but seeing my children's terror renewed, I composed myself, calling out cheerfully, “Take courage, my boys! we are all above water yet. There is the land not far off, let us do our best to reach it. You know God helps those that help themselves!” With that, I left them and went on deck. What was my horror when through the foam and spray I beheld the only remaining boat leave the ship, the last of the seamen spring into her and push off, regardless of my cries and entreaties that we might be allowed to share their slender chance of preserving their lives. My voice was drowned in the howling of the blast, and even had the crew wished it, the return of the boat was impossible.
THE WRECK.
Casting my eyes despairingly around, I became gradually aware that our position was by no means hopeless, inasmuch as the stern
