Part 8 (1/2)

About eight o'clock on Wednesday ht fire, fro of a can of oil in the laht In a very few minutes the shi+p was on fire fro to call the boys to their posts What did they do? Think of the sudden surprise, the sudden danger--the fla all around them, and the dark, cold water below them! Did they cry, or scream, or fly about in confusion? No; they ran each to his proper place

They had been trained to do that--they knew that it was their duty; and no one forgot himself; no one lost his presence of mind They all, as the captain said: ”behaved like men” Then, when it was found impossible to save the shi+p, those who could swim jumped into the water by order of the captain, and swaot into a boat; and then, when the sheets of fla out of the shi+p, the shtened, and wanted to push away

But there was one a them--the little mate: his name was William Bolton: we are proud that he came from Westminster: a quiet boy, e to say: ”No; we must stay and help those that are still in the shi+p” He kept the barge alongside the shi+p as long as possible, and was thus themore than one hundred lives!

There were others ere still in the shi+p while the flaood captain, who had been so kind to them all, and whoht more of him than of themselves One threw his arms round his neck and said: ”You'll be burnt, Captain;” and another said: ”Save yourself before the rest” But the captain gave them the best of all lessons for that moment He said: ”That's not the way at sea, my boys”

He meant to say--and they quite understood what he er beforehand, to meet it manfully when it comes, and to look at the safety, not of oneself, but of others The captain had not only learned that good old way himself, but he also kne to teach it to the boys under his charge

DEAN STANLEY

HEARTS OF OAK

Colory we steer, To add so more to this wonderful year, To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves?

Hearts of oak are our shi+ps, hearts of oak are our ht and we'll conquer again and again

Still Britain shall triuh the sea, Her standard be justice, her ord ”Be free;”

Then, cheer up,Our soldiers, our sailors, our states

Hearts of oak are our shi+ps, hearts of oak are our ht and we'll conquer again and again

DAVID GARRICK

A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA

A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant le free, Away the good shi+p flies, and leaves Old England on the lee!

”O for a soft and gentle wind!”

I heard a fair one cry; But give to h; And white waves heaving high, ht and free,-- The world of waters is our home, And merry htning in yon cloud; And hark theloud!

The wind is piping loud,flashes free,-- While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM

THE TALENTS

The kingdo into a far country, who called his own servants, and delivered unto theave five talents, to another two, and to another one; to every htway took his journey