"Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high." Voice after voice joined in, some loud and strong, but others weak and trembling--the pitiful cry of poor terror-stricken women to the only One who it seemed could help them in their bitter extremity. Never before were those beautiful words sung in such accents of clinging, touching faith. Its sweet cadence was heard above the roar of the flames and the breakers. Christine could only cling weeping to Dennis. When the hymn ceased, in harshest discord the voice of a half-drunken man grated on their ears. "An' what in bloody blazes does yer Jasus burn us all up for, I'd like to know. Sure an' he's no right to send us to hell before our time." "Oh, hush! hush!" cried a dozen voices, shocked and pained. "Divil a bit will I hush, sure; an' haven't I as good a right to have me say as that singin' parson!" "You are an Irishman, are you not?" said Dennis, now venturing out of the water. "Yis! what have ye got to say agin it?" asked the man, belligerent at once. "Did you ever know an Irishman refuse to do what a lady asked of him?" "Faith no, and I niver will." "Then this lady, who is sick and suffering, asks you to please keep still, and I will be still also; so that's fair." The Irishman scratched his head a moment, and said in a quieter tone, "Since ye spake so civil and dacent, I'll do as ye sez; and here's to the leddy's health;" and he finished a bottle of whiskey, which he soon laid him out on the beach. "Thank you! Thank you!" said grateful voices on every side. Dennis found the mother of the child and gave it to her; and then causing Christine to sit down near the water, where he could easily throw it on her, he stood at her side, vigilant and almost tender in his solicitude. Her tears were falling very fast, and he presently stooped down and said, gently, "Miss Ludolph, I think the worst of the danger is over." "Oh, Mr. Fleet!" she whispered, "dreadful as it may seem to you, the words of that drunken brute there are nearer the language of my heart than those of your sweet hymn. How can a good God permit such creatures and evils to exist?" "Again I must say to you," said Dennis, "that I cannot explain the mystery of evil. But I know this, God is superior to it; He will at last triumph over it. The Bible reveals Him to us as able and as seeking to deliver all who will trust Him and work with Him, and those who venture out upon His promises find them true. Miss Ludolph, this is not merely a matter of theory, argument, and belief. It is more truly a matter of experience. The Bible invites, 'Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good.' I have tasted and know He is. I have trusted Him for years, and He never failed me."