“Stop, stop!” cried the stranger convulsively: “my presence would be a clog upon your prayers. I too had a father--that picture was his,” he continued, falling on his knees before the venerable old man, “and you must be--you are my noble-minded, my much-injured brother.” Oh, what a meeting was this! Animosity had long since subsided, and the word “brother” revived all the attachment of their boyish days. What need of saying more? they knelt together; and whilst without the storm raged, within the cottage “The peace of God, beyond expression sweet, Filled every being humbled at his feet.” They rose, and the stranger--stranger now no longer--was received into the circle with delight. A man entered the room, announcing that several of the seamen who had been saved from the wreck were waiting outside the house, to know if they might take shelter in some outbuildings. The kind-hearted mother would not permit this, but succoured them under the same roof with her children, and gave them plentiful refreshment. The stranger went amongst them, and they instantly rose from their repast with the utmost respect. From them he learned that the whole of the remaining portion of the crew and passengers had quitted the ship. About thirty had perished; but the rest, nearly forty in number, were safe on land. Another man now entered, and addressed the stranger as Sir William Russell. Yes! he was great, he was wealthy; and from that hour his influence and his wealth were devoted to the promotion of the happiness and welfare of the FISHERMAN’S FAMILY. FOOTNOTES [3] The Seven Stones are dangerous rocks lying between the Scilly Isles and the Land’s End. [4] A small bird, like a swallow, that is scarcely ever seen except previously to or during a gale of wind. It is viewed with a superstitious feeling by seamen, who call it “Mother Carey’s Chicken.” [5] Salvage is a sum of money allowed to individuals who are instrumental in saving a ship from being wrecked. THE RED FLAG AT THE FORE. “Come, sit thee down by me, love; come, sit thee down by me, And I will tell thee many a tale of the dangers of the sea,-- Of the perils of the deep, love; when the stormy tempests roar, And the raging billows wildly dash upon the groaning shore. The skies are flaming red, love, the skies are flaming red, And darkly rolls the mountain wave, and curls its monstrous head; Whilst clouds and ocean blending, and loud howls the bitter blast, And the daring tar, ’twixt life and death, clings to the shattered mast.”