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themselves, and flee from duty at the first approach of danger, speak of them, and trust them as they do not speak of and trust in others. There is a dignity and power about them which impresses and awes. They may not dazzle, like the glittering pageants of the world; but they are esteemed, they are held in unrivalled estimation; and when the laurels of a Cæsar and a Napoleon shall fade, theirs shall be fresh and green, and when the trophies of heroes shall have perished, theirs shall live, and grow brighter even with the wreck of time. Neither the devouring tooth of malice, nor of time, can waste them. They approve themselves to the consciences of men. "When the ear hears them, it blesses them; and when the eye sees them, it gives witness to them; because they delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that hath no helper." Men need not be afraid of being honest and true. They shall be the more honored for it, even by their enemies. Their integrity is their security; and, far more than anything else, tends to disarm the power and insolence of those who would rise up against them, to put to silence the foolishness of wicked men, to recommend the integrity they practise, and convince the world of its reality, its divine origin, and its importance.

There is one strong objection to all that has been said. I hear some of you say, that the integrity of men has not always preserved them. Stephen was stoned; James and John were beheaded; the church at Jerusalem was scattered abroad by persecution; and in every age, good men have, to a greater or less degree, been the sufferers for their piety. Yes, it is so. They have often been sufferers for their integrity; but have they been the losers? What if they do some

times suffer; may not their sufferings turn to good account, and may not the time come when they will be abundantly recompensed for them all? Is it not a truth, that "all things work together for good to them that love God? and that these light afflictions which are but for a moment, shall work out for them a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory?"

Be this, then, one of the maxims of every seaman, "Let integrity and uprightness preserve me!" I have known seamen who were bold and courageous in doing wrong, but who were very fearful and faint-hearted to do right. I have known those whom no ridicule, and no shame, and no reproach could deter from sin, but who were ashamed to do right,-ashamed to stand single and alone when their companions were going to scenes of wickedness,-ashamed to be seen with the Bible in their hands, or in the house of God.

It is most desirable that the character of seamen should be altered, and elevated in this particular, and that they should be bold for the right. There is nothing else worth being bold for. The seaman's character would become a noble character, should it become a virtuous and religious character. They would have vast influence, and of the noblest kind. Nothing would shake their courage, nothing weaken their strength; and to all wickedness, they would be "terrible as an army with banners."

"Who art thou then, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man that shall be made as grass, and forgettest the Lord thy Maker, that stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth; and hast feared continually every day because of the fury of the oppressor, as if

he were ready to destroy? and where is the fury of the oppressor ?" Shame on the sailor that is afraid to do his duty on sea, or on land, toward his fellow-men, or toward his Maker! The "east wind shall carry him away, and he departeth. God shall cast upon him and shall not spare. Men shall clap their hands at him, and hiss him out of his place." The fear of man bringeth a snare. Fear God and keep his commandments; yea, I say unto you, fear him!

Now to God only wise, be glory and dominion forever. Amen.



ISAIAH xl. 6. The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.

THIS Sabbath reminds us of a melancholy occurrence on board the ship, during the week that is just past. Our number is diminished. One of the ship's company is missing and gone. He has made his last voyage, and gone to his long home. He was used to being here, and worshipping God with us: but he lies low now, and sleeps in the deep sea. But a little while ago, he had as good a chance of living as any of us; but he is gone, and the place which knew him, knows him no more. No mother's kindness comforted him on the bed of languishing; no mother's hand was there to wipe the cold sweat of death from his brow. He had no relatives to bear him to the quiet grave-yard; no church-bell tolled for him; and there was no consecrated servant of God, to stand by and say, "We commit his body to the dust." It was a seaman's funeral; we were all his kindred, because he was a seaman. He was one of us, and we mourn that he has left us never to return.

What shall I say to you in view of this mournful event? "The voice said, Cry. And he said, What

shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field!"

Seamen are sometimes looked upon as a sort of infidels, or atheists. But it is not so. We see for ourselves, that "verily there is a God that judgeth in the earth." The " sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land." There is no such thing as chance, or what we call accident in the world. What was not known to us, is known, and foreknown to him. What we sometimes call chance, or accident, is but the wise ordering of his providence. We would not be without the consolation of knowing that his hand, though unseen by us, directed all the circumstances that ended in the death of the departed companion of our voyage. "Behold, he taketh away; who can hinder him? who shall say unto him, What doest thou?" The Giver of life is the Preserver of life; and when he no longer preserves it, wherever they are, on the land or on the sea, men must fall under the stroke of death. Every man has "his appointed time" on the earth; his days are measured; there is a limit to them which he cannot pass. Death more commonly comes to men in an unexpected time and way; and this shows us how absolutely our days are in the hands of God. Let us rejoice that it is so; let us rejoice that we Father in heaven who watches over us, who cares for us, and who holdeth "our soul in life," as long as it is best for us to live. "The Lord reigneth, and let the

earth rejoice!"

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Ah! "what shall it profit a man to gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?" Give him all the world; yet he must die. Fill his coffers with gold and silver;

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