"I shall never be fit company for her," said Derry firmly; "I know it, my boy. True, I'm a changed man. I trust I'm forgiven for the sake of the Crucified. But I've a pit within that needs purging thrice over. A man like me is not made into a saint in a minute, though he may read his pardon clear. 'Following hard after,' shall be my motto; 'following on to know the Lord.' I'm not the one to sit down at the chimney-side with a creature like her. No, Blair, I tell you no. Look here, my boy. Here's my path of duty. I've a God to glorify, I've a country to serve. Rough sailors wont think of my ways as she would. If I'm like a rock in what I know is right, and God will help me, I can do 'em good. I can set up the right banner among 'em. I can make the forecastle praise the great and holy name. It is for this I mean to work. It is for this I mean to be a sailor now. There's not a port I've ever set foot in, but I've shamed a Christian land there. I mean to put in to every port where I've showed my face, and let them see I've changed my colors. Where I've done evil, there I mean to try to do good. I can't wipe out bygones. They are written in the book _up there_. But there's One in white robes will stand for me before his Father's throne. I'll work for Him while there's life in me; and when I die, I hope it will be giving praise and glory to his name. I want to do my country credit too. It's no shining thing, to get in the papers, that I expect to do; but just a patient serving God, that brings honor to the land where a man was born. You will pray for me, I know, when I'm off on the water; and if I die--your mother knows the name--she'll go to my little darling, and tell her how her father loved her, and hopes to live with her in the kingdom of heaven. I shall be fit to sit down with her at that marriage-feast. I shall have on the 'white robes,' and poor Derry Duck will have a 'new name,' by which the angels will call him, and his little darling will not blush to hear it. I shall live with her there." Derry dashed the tears from his eyes as he spoke, but he firmly repeated, "Here, I must labor alone, and struggle to grow like the Master. _There_, none shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect; and I and my pretty one will join with her mother in singing round the throne. Good-by, my boy. God bless you. You have sent out a Christian sailor to work for him on the seas. You have sent out a lover of his country to strive to do her honor in his closet on his knees, at his duty in the fight, and in his hammock when they drop him into the deep sea." Derry wrung the hand of the young patriot, and then moved away with quick uncertain steps. A lonely man, yet not alone, there was a comfort and joy in the rough sailor's heart. His life of labor was to be a glad voyage to a better country, whose harbor lights would be ever leading him onward, and whose shining shore would ever glisten for him in the certain future beyond the grave.