[“Fifty cents: let’s play another.”] “—— The deeds done in the body, they shall be damb with the consciousness of their guilt, and shall have ——” [“High, low, jack, and the game! Run ’em.”] “—— Their part in the lake that burneth with ——” [“Spades.”] “—— Fire and brimstone, which is the ——” [“Third game.”] “—— Second death!” [“The deuce. I thought it was the trey.”] “Now, my friends, you are ——” [“High, low, to our jack, game.”] “—— Aware of the uncertainty of life, at all times, but especially at ——” [“Seven-up.”] “—— Sea, where ships may ——” [“Play trump.”] “—— Go down at any moment, and where those on board may ——” [“Follow suit.”] “—— Be hurled upon the merciless waters ——” [“Without a single trump.”] “—— Without a straw between them and ——” [“The end of the game.”] “—— The awful judgment seat! What would be your cry then?” [“There now! play the square game, or I won’t play any more!”] “What could you, who are unprepared to die, say in your defense?” [“Twenty-nine for game.”] “Nothing—simply nothing. You could only turn away in shame and wretchedness, and cry ——” [“We’re out! Fork over the stamps! Don’t let’s play any more; it’s about dinner time.”] “—— Unto the rocks, ‘Fall on us!’ and unto the hills, ‘Cover us!’” [“That makes it right. I’m just a dollar ahead.”] The game now broke up, the sermon, for lack of variety, began to lose its interest, and I returned to the cabin much edified by the preaching and that scientifically played game of “seven-up.” I will not attempt to give a full account of the incidents of the voyage from New York to Aspinwall—a distance of nineteen hundred and eighty three nautical miles—but will conclude this chapter by mentioning the death of a middle-aged lady, who died the day before our arrival in port. She had been ill of pneumonia for some days, and early on the morning in question she breathed her last, leaving a sorrow-stricken husband and eight children to continue the voyage and life’s cheerless journey, without the light of a wife’s and mother’s smile. The children were all small—the oldest not more than ten years old—and were not able to realize their loss and their desolate condition; but that heart-broken man, whose haggard face and dark sunken eyes I can never forget, mourned enough for all. Every innocent prattle of the motherless ones was a thrust into his stricken heart, and if they did not weep he wept for them. I have seen many horrible sights, such as the mangling of men in battle; but I never saw any thing so calculated to make the heart weep as the sorrow of that lone-hearted father of motherless children. Never can I forget how I saw him, just after a dull splash aft of the leeward wheel announced that the corpse had been committed to the deep, come languidly out of his stateroom, surrounded by his wondering little ones, sit down on the deck under the shadow of a companion-way, bury his face in his hands, and weep like a lone and friendless child!