"But people can and do come back from the sea," said the mother,soothingly. "I trust, in God's own time, we shall see James back."

"But what if we never should? 0h, cousin! I can't help thinking of that.There was Michael Davis,--you know--the ship was never heard from."

"Well," exclaimed the mother, after a moment's pause and a choking down ofsome rising emotion, and turning to a table on which lay a Bible, sheopened and read: "If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in theuttermost parts of the sea, even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thyright hand shall hold me."