Another saw him a few minutes before the boat pushed off, and his testimony is that Mr. Draper was then heard exclaiming, “Prepare to meet your God.” The devoted minister was calm and self-possessed, although the corpses of women and children were floating over the deck. His wife was with him: hand in hand they would go down together into the deep, and together enter into the Father’s rest, in a very few moments now. Patience a little longer. Mrs. Draper was a sharer in her husband’s faith, calmness, and heroism; a noble co-operator with him in all sweet deeds of self-sacrifice. It moves one to tears to hear of her thoughtful care for others in that last dread moment. A short time before the boat had left the vessel she handed her rug to some of the sailors to help to keep them warm. “But what will you do without it?” “It will only be for a few minutes longer,” is said to have been her reply. There was, in this last act of hers, the simple, quiet expression of what her life had been for many years--a life of inobtrusive effort for the good of others. In the hour of awful peril, when it would have only been womanly and natural for her to have claimed her husband’s care and solicitude, we do not hear of her, for a single moment, interrupting him in his sacred task. She herself, doubtless, did what she could to help him in the work of imparting spiritual instruction to those who were every moment expecting death. When Mr. Draper was last seen, and that was a few minutes before the boat was cut away from the sinking ship, he was heard speaking with deep emotion, but with the clear strong voice which naturally belonged to the cheerful-hearted man--and that he was right through life--saying these words; “Those of you who are not converted, now is the time; not a moment to be lost, for in a few minutes we shall all be in the presence of our Judge.” And again the word sounded, “Prepare to meet your God.” These were the last words that he was heard to speak by any who escaped, but doubtless, during the few minutes of life that yet remained, he continued to comfort and exhort; and not, perhaps, until the cold waters closed around him, did he give himself leisure to pray for himself, perhaps saying, “Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.”