I was told by the captain, that the greater part of his cargo consisted
of implements of husbandry; and that to their heavenly calling they had
added that of a competent knowledge of all the useful arts of
agriculture; so that, wherever such a virtuous family was planted, the
savages who surrounded them would not only have their mental darkness
dispelled, but their temporal condition improved, and their wants more
amply supplied. We had now no farther apology for remaining. I rose;
the clash of my cutlass against the chair awoke the sleeping child. He
opened his blue eyes where he lay on the sofa, and looked up; presently
he stretched forth his little hands towards me--I stooped down over the
blessed infant, and kissed his forehead.
"Good-night," he said, "good-night, and be good boy like me."--A tear
stood in my eye, for the soul of me, I could not have helped it.
I again shook hands with the old man. And as I was turning to take my
leave of the other members of this most interesting family, he placed
his hands on my head.
"Young man, we thank you for your visit, and your urbanity--our meeting
has been like an oasis in the desert, like a green spot in a dry
parched land--and we shall pray for thee to Him 'whose way is in the
sea, and whose path is in the waters, and whose footsteps are not
known.'"
I had no heart to speak--so after a long pause--
"My sons," said the patriarch, "we are about concluding our Sunday
evening's service--stay a few minutes longer." Seeing I hesitated, and
looked towards Lanyard, he addressed himself to him.--"It is no great
boon to concede this to us, whom in all human probability you shall
never meet again."
We bowed, and immediately the whole party stepped forth into the air,
and formed a circle on the quarterdeck round the capstan. Every thing
was silent--presently the old man said a low murmuring prayer of
thanksgiving--there was another solemn pause--when all at once they
chanted the following magnificent lines of the cvii. Psalm, so
beautifully fitted to our situation:--
"They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in
great waters;
"These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
"For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth
up the waves thereof.
"They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the
depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.
"They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and
are at their wit's end.
"Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth
them out of their distresses.
"He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.
"Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth
them unto their desired haven.
"Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness."
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