"On the 13th, in the morning, we arrived among cur own people, thankful toour Saviour for this wonderful preservation, nor shall I ever in my life forget PETER."

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Titus wrote thus:

"When, on the second day, being June 5th, we knew not whither we were going, I cried out of my inmost soul to Jesus, that he would cleanse me from all my sins. On the 6th, we were carried forward very fast by a strong wind. With many tears I prayed to him, that he would not suffer me to perish in the sea, as the thought of my poor destitute relations greatly distressed my mind. I was filled with shame and repentance, thinking of my depravity, my sins, and unfaithfulness.

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"On the 7th, in the morning, we prayed without ceasing to Jesus. thought of hispierced feet and outstretch

ed hands as he hung upon the cross; and could represent him to my mind, as he was tormented for my sins; and when I examined myself, I became quite heavy, thinking of my frequent transgressions, my unsteady walk, my evil propensities, levity, and disobedience. Then I besought our Saviour, that he would cast all these my sins into the depths of the sea. On the 8th, in the morning, I cried fervently to him: "help me, O Jesus! I wish not to be buried in the ocean! Jesus, save me, though I am a great sinner!' As Iwas thus praying, my heart was filled with such joy and comfort, that I did not know what had happened to me, and whether I should rejoice or weep.

"When we came out of our hut on the 9th, the fog was again very thick. I looked with tears to our only deliverer, and also thought much of our teachers, who have so faithfully taught us the way of salvation. Why have I been so often disobedient? I ought to have been more obedient to my teachers! On the morning of the 10th, while my companion was walking about on the ice, I knelt down and cried aloud, and with great easnestness, for help, to Jesus. When, on the 11th, we saw the land, my heart was filled with joy and thankfulness. On the 12th, our ice-field struck

against a rock, upon which we left it, and, with fervent prayer, to be preserved, walked upon the broken drift ice to the land.

"On the 13th, we were delivered from all danger, therefore I likewise bring most humble thanks to Jesus. Yes, indeed, I am thankful to Jesus! is worthy of thanks!

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It is in the time of trial and distress, that the value of true religion is best known. There is no doubt, my dear reader, whoever you are, but that trials will befal you before you finish your earthly course: and when we instruct you in religion, it is that you may be prepared for them. If brought to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ, and grafted into him who is the true vine, you are then safe from all the storms of life, and nothing can hurt you.

I have seldom met with a more striking instance of the truth of these remarks, than in the account which has been published of the loss of the Kent, a ship which sailed from England for Bengal last February. Some casks of spirits caught fire, and the vessel was burnt. The scene of horror which followed cannot be described. The upper deck was covered with between 600 and 700 hu

man beings, who were running about naked, in search of husbands, parents, or children. Some stood still, resigned, or senseless, while others were frantic with despair. Many of the soldiers' wives and children were engaged in prayer and reading the Scriptures with the ladies, some of whom were enabled with wonderful calmness and peace, to offer to others that spiritual comfort, which a firm trust in Christ imparted at this awful hour to their own souls.

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A person on board observes, young gentleman having calmly asked what I thought of the state of the ship, I told him, that I thought we ought to prepare to sleep that night in eternity. I shall never forget the fervour with which he replied, as he pressed my hand in his, my heart is filled with the peace of God; adding, yet though I know it is foolish, I dread the last struggle.'

"At this period, I was much affected with some of the dear children, who quite ignorant, in the cabins, of the danger they were in, went on playing as usual with their little toys in bed, and talking as if nothing was the matter. To some of the older children, who seemed fully alive to their danger, I whispered, now is the time to put in practice the instructions you used to receive at the Regimental school, and to think of

that Saviour of whom you heard so much. They replied, as the tears ran down their cheeks, 'O Sir, we are trying to remember them, and we are praying to God.'

Many vowed in loud and piteous cries, that if the Lord would spare their lives, they would thenceforth devote themselves to him: and not a few were heard to exclaim, that the judgments of the Most High were justly poured out upon them, for their broken sabbaths and profane lives. The writer of the account states, that he came up to a young man to whom he put the question, while they were rocking on the mast, 'what must we do to be saved? The young man has since confessed, that though he was at that moment sure that death was near, yet the subject of eternity had never flashed upon his mind.

While in this awful state, death at hand, and no friendly arm ready to save, a small brig, the Cambria, came in sight. The boats were let down, and all the ladies and soldiers' wives sent off first. But the sea was so rough, that it seemed hopeless for them to be saved. Two or three soldiers, to relieve their wives of a part of their families, sprang into the water with their children, and perished in their attempts to save them. One young lady refused to quit her father,