The _Proserpine_ was to sail at two o'clock. At a little before one, a gentleman boarded her and informed the captain that he was a missionary, the Rev. John Hazel, returning home, after a fever; and wished to take a berth in the _Proserpine._ The mate looked him full in the face; and then told him there was very little accommodation for passengers, and it had all been secured by White & Co. for a young lady and her servants. Mr. Hazel replied that his means were small and moderate accommodation would serve him; but he must go to England without delay. Captain Hudson put in his gracious word: "Then jump off the jetty at high tide and swim there; no room for black coats in my ship." Mr. Hazel looked from one to the other piteously. "Show me some mercy, gentlemen; my very life depends on it." "Very sorry, sir," said the mate; "but it is impossible. There's the _Shannon,_ you can go in her." "But she is under repairs; so I am told." "Well, there are a hundred and fifty carpenters on to her; and she will come out of port in our wake." "Now, sir," said Hudson roughly, "bundle down the ship's side again if you please; this is a busy time. Hy!--rig the whip; here's the lady coming off to us." The missionary heaved a deep sigh and went down into the boat that had brought him. But he was no sooner seated than he ordered the boatmen, somewhat peremptorily, to pull ashore as fast as they could row. His boat met the Rollestons, father and daughter, coming out, and he turned his pale face and eyed them as he passed. Helen Rolleston was struck with that sorrowful countenance, and whispered her father, "That poor clergyman has just left the ship." She made sure he had been taking leave of some beloved one, bound for England. General Rolleston looked round, but the boats had passed each other, and the wan face was no longer visible. They were soon on board and received with great obsequiousness. Helen was shown her cabin, and, observing the minute and zealous care that had been taken of her comfort, she said, "Somebody who loves me has been here," and turned her brimming eyes on her father. He looked quite puzzled; but said nothing. Father and daughter were then left alone in the cabin till the ship began to heave her anchor (she lay just at the mouth of the harbor), and then the boatswain was sent to give General Rolleston warning. Helen came up with him, pale and distressed. They exchanged a last embrace and General Rolleston went down the ship's side. Helen hung over the bulwarks and waved her last adieu, though she could hardly see him for her tears. At this moment a four-oared boat swept alongside, and Mr. Hazel came on board again. He presented Hudson a written order to give the Rev. John Hazel a passage in the small berth abreast the main hatches. It was signed "For White & Co., James Seaton;" and was indorsed with a stamped acknowledgment of the passage money, twenty-seven pounds.