“In the harbor safe at home Zion’s stately ship shall come, And her crew shall proudly tell Dangers she has braved so well; Never more to tempt the wave, Never more the storm to brave, Safe from rock and breaker’s crest, Anchored in eternal rest. “Courage, then, ye faithful few! Weary, weather-beaten crew. Let no hardship be compared With th’ exceeding great reward; Soon life’s tempest will be o’er— Lo! we near the promised shore, And o’er troubled waves afar Gleameth Bethlehem’s welcome star.” There were tears in the eyes of those rough, stern-visaged men when the song was ended, and more than one weather-bronzed hand was lifted to dash them aside. There was not a sailor there who would not have fought dearly for the life of this sweet-voiced girl, who had thus touched a chord in their hearts which had not vibrated before for many a year. A little while after the boatswain called aloud: “A sail! a sail!” All eyes were instantly turned in the direction toward which he pointed, and low on the horizon, very far away, there gleamed a white sail. The captain brought his glass to bear upon it, and reported a schooner. A signal of distress was hoisted immediately, and changing their course, they pulled vigorously for the vessel. But in less than half an hour it had disappeared entirely, and, with disappointed faces, they again turned their course westward. The demands of nature now began to assert themselves, and the captain served out a generous breakfast, treating all alike. Mr. Rosevelt regarded him anxiously as he did this. “How long will your stores hold out?” he asked, as the men began to eat hungrily. “Two or three days,” he returned; “but we are so nearly in the line of the steamers that we shall surely fall in with one before our provisions are gone.” The old man sighed, and bent a wistful look upon the young girl sitting beside him. Star had noted his anxious tone as he questioned the captain; she had also seen the look he cast upon her. “He fears that we shall be tossed about on the ocean until we starve,” she thought, a horrible chill creeping over her; and she quietly slipped all the bread that had been given her into her pocket, and only ate the more perishable food and delicacies which the captain had laid in her lap. That afternoon Mr. Rosevelt had a violent attack of vertigo, lying insensible for several hours; and now it was Star’s turn to pillow _his_ head upon _her_ lap and minister to his comfort.