“At daylight the boats were lowered, and though there was a heavy sea running at the time, fifty-one bodies were recovered.” The Rev. Canon K. C. Hinds, rector of All Saints’ Cathedral, who officiated at the burial of 116 bodies, the greatest number consigned to the ocean at one time, tells the story of the Mackay-Bennett’s trip as follows: OUR JOURNEY SLOW. We left Halifax shortly after noon on April 17, and had not proceeded far when fog set in so that our journey was slow. We reached the vicinity of the wreckage on Saturday evening. Early on Sunday morning the search for bodies began, when the captain and other officers of the ship kept a lookout from the bridge. Soon the command was given “Stand by the boat!” and a little later the lifeboat was lowered and the work begun of picking up the bodies as they were pointed out in the water to the crew. Through the day some fifty were picked up. All were carefully examined and their effects placed in separate bags, all bodies and bags being numbered. It was deemed wise that some of them should be buried. At 8 P. M. the ship’s bell was tolled to indicate all was in readiness for the service. Standing on the bow of the ship as she rocked to and fro, one gazed at the starry heavens and across the boundless deep, and to his mind the psalmist’s words came with mighty force: “Whither shall I go then from Thy spirit, or whither shall I go then from Thy presence? If I ascend up to heaven Thou art there, I make my bed in the grave, Thou art there also. If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost part of the sea, even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand shall hold me.” In the solemn stillness of the early night, the words of that unequaled burial office rang across the waters: “I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord. He that believeth in Me shall never die.” When the time of committal came these words were used over each body: COMMIT HIS BODY TO THE DEEP. “Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God to take up to Himself the soul of our dear brother departed, we, therefore, commit his body to the deep to be turned to corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body (when the seas shall give up her dead) and the life of the world to come, through Jesus Christ Our Lord, who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto His glorious body, according to the mighty working whereby He is able to subdue all things to Himself.” The prayers from the burial service were said, the hymn “Jesus, Lover of My Soul,” sung and the blessing given. Any one attending a burial at sea will most surely lose the common impression of the awfulness of a grave in the mighty deep. The wild Atlantic may rage and toss, the shipwrecked mariners cry for mercy, but far below in the calm untroubled depth they rest in peace.