"It must be," said good Mrs. Simmons, to herself--"it can't be nothin' else. Bless the Lord!" This pious sentiment she followed up by a hymn, whose irregularities of time and tune were fully atoned for by the spirit with which she sung. A knock at the door interrupted her. "Come in!" she cried. Captain Sam entered, and laid a good-sized, flat flask on the table, saying: "I've just been unpackin', an' I found this; p'r'aps you ken use it fur cookin'. It's no use to me; I've sworn off drinkin'." And before the astonished lady could say a word, he was gone. But the good soul could endure the suspense no longer. She hurried to the door, and cried: "Cap'en!" "That's me," answered Captain Sam, returning. "Cap'en," said Mrs. Simmons, in a voice in which solemnity and excitement struggled for the mastery, "hez the Lord sent His angel unto you?" "He hez," replied the captain, in a very decided tone, and abruptly turned, and hurried to his own room. "Bless the Lord, O my soul!" almost shouted Mrs. Simmons, in her ecstacy. "We musn't worry them that's weak in the faith, but I sha'n't be satisfied till I hear him tell his experience. Oh, _what_ a blessed thing to relate at prayer-meetin' to-night!" There was, indeed, a rattling of dry bones at the prayer-meeting that night, for it was the first time in the history of the church that the conversion of a steamboat captain had been reported. On returning home from the meeting, additional proof awaited the happy old saint. The captain was in his room--in his room at nine o'clock in the evening! She had known the captain for years, but he had never before got in so early. There could be no doubt about it, though--there he was, softly whistling. "I'd rather hear him whistlin' Windham or Boylston," thought Mrs. Simmons; "that tune don't fit any hymn _I_ know. P'r'aps, though, they sing it in some of them churches up to Cincinnaty," she charitably continued. "Cap'en," said she, at breakfast, next morning, when the other guests had departed, "is your mind at peace?" "Peace?" echoed the captain--"peaceful as the Ohio at low water." The captain's simile was not so Scriptural as the old lady could have desired, but she remembered that he was but a young convert, and that holy conversation was a matter of gradual attainment. So, simply and piously making the best of it, she fervently exclaimed: "That it may ever be thus is my earnest prayer, cap'en." "Amen to that," said Captain Sam, very heartily, upsetting the chair in his haste to get out of the room. For several days Mrs. Simmons lived in a state of bliss unknown to boarding-house keepers, whose joys come only from a sense of provisions purchased cheaply and paying boarders secured.