listen to the swelling song." As he lifted up his heart and his voice in prayer, he was surrounded with the majesty and glory of his Maker. The "deep, deep sea" spread its illimitable expanse around him. The heavens spread out like the curtains of Jehovah's chamber, and the stars, like the jewels that adorn his crown, hung over him as he climbed the giddy mast, and bowed down to pray. Perhaps he had little imagination, and entered not into the grandeur of the scene around him. But he had a soul,-a soul that felt the power of God, -that loved high and holy communion with the Father of spirits; and while others below were rioting in the mirth of a sailor's jovial life, his joy was literally to rise above the world, and find intercourse with heaven. What peace must have filled that sailors' heart! The storms might "rudely toss his floundering bark," but they could not shake his confidence in God. The ocean might yawn beneath him to swallow him in its fathomless depth,-but he was sheltered in the bosom of his Father's love. The frail bark might be driven at the mercy of the winds, or be dashed on the rocks, or stranded on the shore, but he had a hope that was an ANCHOR to the soul, both sure and stedfast, entering into that within the veil. Through the thickest darkness that enveloped him, the "star of Bethlehem" shed its celestial loveliness over his path in the trackless deep, and guided him onward and upward to the haven of his eternal rest. Thitherward, from the mast-head, he strained his eye,—and, true as the needle to the pole, he pursued his way; when tempted, he sought the mast-head to pray; when in despondency, at the mast-head he found joy; when the taunts of his profane companions filled his ear with pain, and his soul with grief, he fled to the mast-head, and poured out the desires of hs heart into the ear of Him who hears the humblest suppliants that cry.

I love to think of this sailor. I wish I knew him, * and could kneel down with him, and hear him converse with God. How few would be as faithful as he! How many would neglect their closet, and seldom pray in secret, unless they could have a more safe retreat-a more sacred chamber than the mast of a wave-rocked whaler. But He, "who when here a sailor's pillow pressed," walks now on the mighty deep; and when the tempest-tossed mariner cries, he answers, "It is I, be not afraid !”

* We have great pleasure in stating, that our esteemed chaplain, Mr. Adams, had an interview with this youth at Cronstadt, and united with him in prayer to God. A spirited poetic effusion on the subject, from the pen of Mr. A., will be found at p. 19 of the present number.-ED.

NAUTICAL

INFORMATION.

TABLE OF WRECKS IN WHICH THE CREWS HAVE ALL PERISHED!!

From Lloyd's List, and the Shipping and Mercantile Gazette, from 2nd Nov. to 11th, Dec. 1840.

Exhibiting a wreck of TWENTY SHIPS, with a probable loss of not less than TWO HUNDRED LIVES !!

Constantinople.-October 21st. The Brankenmoor, Sharp, from Odessa for Great Britain, was lost 15th instant, near Cape Carabowman; only three of the crew saved.

Harwich, Nov. 13th.-A schooner was seen at daybreak to go on shore on the Gunfleet; she is described as having heeled to starboard, when she struck,—and then to port, after which no vestige was seen of her.

Wivenhoe, Nov. 21st. The Leslie, of North Shields, is lost on the Middle Sand, supposed on the night of the 18th Instant. Another collier was lost the same night on the Gunfleet.

Great Yarmouth, Nov. 23rd. A vessel got upon the Berber Sand yesterday, it blowing very hard at N. E., and all the crew perished.

Adelaide, (S. A.) June 6th. The over-due bark, Lonach, from Calcutta, it is feared, has been lost on the Nicobar Islands; three vessels having gone ashore there.

Adelaide, South Australia, Aug. 24th. The weather had been very boisterous, and the colony had been kept in a state of great excitement by accounts of several wrecks of vessels, the names of which were not ascertained. The Maria, brigantine of Hobart Town, sailed from Port Adelaide to that place on the 17th of June, and nothing had been heard of her in Hobart Town, up to the 23rd of July. The vessel was supposed to have been lost somewhere on the coast south-east of Encounter Bay. A boat's crew had been despatched from Adelaide to learn particulars, and discovered the bodies of several persons who had evidently been murdered by the natives. On the fingers of two of the females were two rings, which, on being brought to Adelaide, were identified by the relatives of the deceased as having belonged to two of the passengers by the Maria. The government were actively investigating the case, to discover, if possible, the murderers. The tribe of natives to which they belong is not connected with the tribes with which the colonists are in familar intercourse. From the first discovery of the province, this tribe, inhabiting to the south-eastward of the Goolwa, and sea-mouth of the Murray, had been little known, and when known was remarkable for its ferocity.

Clifden, Dec. 1st. The Constellation, of Glasgow, apparently laden with oats, drove on shore near here yesterday, and it is feared the crew are drowned.

Christiansand, Nov. 19th. A schooner was totally lost off Oxoe, the 16th Instant, during a heavy gale; her stern, with " Nordlyset of Grimstad" on it, has been picked up.

The Dido, of Calcutta, on the evening of Saturday, 1st of September, when bearing to the northward of Sunkseylon, was startled by a yell of supplication and despair from several voices on the weather quarter. The people on board the Dido, however, were unable to distinguish the persons on the raft or spar to which they must have clung, "although (says a private letter written on board) they were close to us, so close that any object so high out of water as a boat must have been visible. Everything was done to save the sinking wretches, but, distressing to relate, they were lost sight of, and the incident remains a mystery. A vessel called the Brothers, may have picked them up, but it is wrong to hazard conjectures upon so distressing a subject."—

LOSS OF THE AMERICAN SCHOONER, DELEWARE. The schooner Deleware, bound from Texas to New York, was capsized in the Gulf of Mexico, about a fortnight ago. Capt. Brookfield, two passengers, and two negroes, took to the sea in one boat; while his brother Charles, and the other mate, Hoffman, together with two other negroes, left the sinking schooner in another. Capt. Brookfield and his companions were at sea in this open boat one whole week, existing upon raw ham and brandy, their only provisions; until they at last made the south-west Pass of the Mississippi, and landed among the pilots at the Baize, towards whom Captain Brook field expresses himself in terms of the warmest gratitude for their kind treatment. A different fate befel the other boat, which was capsized, and the unfortunate men clung to the bottom while strength lasted, until one by one they sunk in the sea; and the poor mate Bloomfield, the captain's brother, was left clinging to the boat a maniac. When found, his senses were entirely lost, and he entreated the people who came to save him, not to take away his boat, for he was on his way to Galvestone, and was having a very prosperous voyage. The poor fellow's intellect was quite gone, and he could scarcely have survived many more hours. He was picked

up, saved, completely restored, and brought to New Orleans by Captain Snell, of the ship Swan, from Philadelphia.

On Saturday, the 3rd Oct., at 4 A.M., the Chirk Castle, Crowder, weighed anchor from the River Mersey, on a voyage to St. John, (N.B.) the wind then light from the N.E. in tow of the steamer Manchester, having fine weather until clear of land. Nothing material occurred until the morning of Sunday, 18th Oct., at 2 A.M., when it blew very heavy, and drove the ship to the s.w. Found the vessel had sprung a leak, and gaining on the pumps; the ship then lying very low. Cut away the main-top-gallant-mast and yards. Towards evening found the water still gaining on the pumps, cut away the mizen-mast, the ship then nearly on her beam ends, all hands at the pumps. Early on the morning of the 19th, thought prudent to heave overboard the larboard chain cable and bower anchor, in hopes of easing the ship, but all to no avail. At 9 A.M. saw a brig steering to the eastward; hoisted a signal of distress, when the brig rounded to under our lee; our ship then was quite unmanageable: hoisted out the long-boat, and sent four hands on board to acquaint the captain of the brig the state we were in, and shortly after the boat was dropped from the brig alongside of the ship, when nine men more jumped into the boat; and, in getting clear of the ship, the boat swamped, and four men drowned, and the boat lost: the jolly-boat was then got out, and three men went towards the brig; the brig then hoisted her light, and came under our lee, lay by, and eased the boat alongside of the ship, when Capt. Eldon and son (passengers,) with seven more, got in and went towards the brig in safety, leaving, at that time, seven souls on board the ship. At 7 P.M. again dropped the boat from the brig, alongside of the ship, when six more men got into the boat, and in leaving the ship the boat swamped,-when the chief mate, second mate, and three seamen were drowned, and boat lost; one man was saved by a rope from the ship, by which he got on board of the ship again. The captain of the brig, thinking it not prudent to try any more that night, lay by until the morning, and trusted in God for better weather at day-light.

20th. More moderate; hoisted out one of the brig's boats, the ship's boats being all lost, and almost all the brig's spare lines and running rigging; by easing away the boat, four men went in from the brig, and took from the wreck Captain Crowder and a seaman, being the only two on the wreck; and again the boat returned to try for some provisions, but finding the ship sinking very fast, returned without any; and at 8: 45 A. M., on Tuesday, the 20th of October, the ship went down.

Bristol, Nov. 25. Loss OF ANOTHER LARGE STEAMER.-A gentleman connected with the shipping trade of this port arrived last night per mail from Ilfracombe, and gave the following information in the Commercial-rooms, which he received from Mr. Lock, master of a trading vessel, at Ilfracombe :-On Saturday morning, he (Captain Lock) and some others were on the look-out on Lanthern-hill, a point from whence observation is usually made of vessels coming up the channel, and they saw a large steamer making her way up under stress of weather, when a violent squall came on which prevented their seeing anything for a time; and when it had passed over, the steamer was not to be seen; but subsequently pieces of the wreck of a large steamer have been picked up, and amongst them a large mahogany door with gilded mouldings, belonging to a state-room berth, and having "28" painted on it. We can gain no information which would lead me to guess what steamer the door could belong to. There is none of so large a size as to

require twenty-eight state-room berths expected in this quarter, neither can it belong to the City of Bristol, as we have learnt at the company's office that the door is not of the description used in that packet, nor had so many cabin berths as twentyeight.

Glasgow, Nov. 26. Last Friday evening a large fleet of boats was engaged in the herring fishing off Ardrishaig Point, Lochfine. The night was dark, and the Maid of Morven steamer, on leaving the canal on her passage to Glasgow, ran down one of the boats; and, we are sorry to say, that the crew, consisting of two men, were drowned. One of the men, named M'Vicar, has left a widow and ten children; the other, named M'Fadyen, was unmarried.

Shields, Nov. 14th. At about 2 o'clock P. M. a schooner was seen a mile south of our bar; we saw her with a glass, struck by a heavy sea. She went over on her broadside, and in five minutes more she was buried beneath the raging surf with every human being on board. Not a vestige of her could be discerned. A dismal feeling of horror ran through the crowd, who witnessed this awful catastrophe; yet from the situation in which she foundered, our life-boat could not send her the slightest assistance. Ten minutes scarcely elapsed from the time we perceived her in jeopardy, until the crew were hurled into eternity. "Lord have mercy upon their poor souls!" was muttered from many a sympathising spectator, while the dreadful spectacle was witnessed. Within an hour after, she foundered; the cabin chair, and some other loose articles belonging to the vessel, came on shore. The boat also drove on shore, with the name "Thomas Sawyer, Goole," upon it, by which we learn that the unfortunate schooner was the Robur, Sawyer, of Goole, from Whitby, with a cargo of ironstone. It is understood she had five men on board, (two of them brothers); it is said a shawl has been picked up, if so, it would seem there has been some female or females on board. Many have been the similar disasters at our bar, but never before was witnessed here a more appalling spectacle than that of yesterday.

Topsham, Dec. 10.

Extract of a letter from Messrs. Edwards and Jones, agent for Lloyd's, Sicilly, to the owners of the Plenty :

Mr. Thomas Parker-Sir :-We are sorry to inform you that your schooner Plenty, Robert Gray, master, struck on the Seven Stones on the 2nd instant; crew supposed to be all drowned by getting into the boat, which must have been dashed to pieces by the violence of the sea; as pieces of the boat, with some hats and caps of the crew, have been picked up on the rocks. The vessel was seen floating after she beat off the rocks, and taken in tow by a pilot-boat belonging to Tresco Island, but sunk within a mile of the Eastern Island. Some of her papers were taken out and forwarded to the owner at the place. Wind s. by E., strong gales and squally.

The Caledonia, a steam-towing vessel, left St Catherine's, London, a fortnight ago, with a French barque in tow for Havre. After the Caledonia had been detained a short time with her charge at Margate, she proceeded on her voyage; and news has since arrived of the loss of the barque and crew, which was laden with tallow. It is feared that the Caledonia has shared the same fate, for no tidings have been obtained for the last ten days.

Scilly. On Wednesday afternoon, Nov. 18, a vessel, bottom upwards, was seen about two miles off St. Agnes, when some of our pilot boats put off to her, the sea