Random rose to the surface. "Never fear me," he sung out; "I can take good care of myself. Who's afraid?" He shouted this in bravado. All the officers were looking on he saw, and, vain of his powers, he fought to gain their admiration. Just ere he fell the breeze had strengthened suddenly, and with all her canvas set the ship was running quickly through the water. The order was promptly given to shorten sail,--the crew as promptly flew aloft to obey it. While studden-sail-sheets, and halliards were let fly, and all the lighter canvas was fluttering loosely in the wind, Random swam bravely on. Still he was dropping fast astern. A boat was quickly lowered and hastening towards him. "How calm the ocean! what reason can any have for fear?" "That man swims well," observed the captain, "I never saw a finer swimmer." But the right arm of God, so oft stretched out to save, can as assuredly reach the hardened sinner when the cup of his iniquities is full. See from afar the minister of vengeance comes. From out of the clear blue sky a speck of white is seen. On wings of lightning rapidly it cleaves the air. What is it? An albatross,--the giant of the feathery tribe which skim the ice-bound ocean of the southern pole, with eye so bright and piercing that objects invisible to human sight it sees when it cannot be seen itself. On, on it came, for an instant hovering over the proud swimmer's head, and then with a fell swoop downward it plunged-- its beak sharp as an iron lance, with neck outstretched approached him. He saw too clearly the monster bird coming from afar. With eye of dread he marked its rapid flight. He saw his doom--quick, quick as thought it came--horror of great darkness filled his soul. In vain he lifted up his hands to ward the expelled blow. In vain--in vain he shouted to his shipmates, or to frighten off the bird. Downward, with terrific force, there came a wedge of bone. Deep into his skull it pierced, and with a shriek of agony and fear he sunk from fight. All who looked on beheld the spectacle with horror, and many shuddered when they remembered some last words they had heard uttered by that godless man. But think a moment. A death as sudden, if not as dreadful, may be that of any one, and then, what may our last words have been? As we are living, as we think and speak every day, such will be our state when summoned to stand before the Judge of all the earth. A sailor's life is scarcely more uncertain than that of those who live on shore. Jack drew a lesson from Random's end. May those who read this draw one likewise. CHAPTER TWELVE.