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Sunday schools, in our populous inland towns, as Manchester, Birmingham, Leeds, Sheffield, &c., where vast numbers would be glad of information relating to sailors, as they are ready to afford aid in promoting their instruction in the saving doctrines of Jesus Christ.
My purpose, however, in this communication, is to suggest to your young readers a convenient mode of aiding the funds of the British and Foreign Sailors' Society, especially in relation to Bethel Flags. I recollect that your committee stand engaged to grant a Bethel Flag to every accredited Bethel captain, for his use, in home and foreign ports, in calling seamen to meet on board his ship, for the worship of God. How delightful to think of every ship becoming a Bethel--a house of God; and that even children may contribute to that grand design! Your Bethel Flags, I learn, cost the Society about one pound each : and I am persuaded, that many families and circles of young people would gladly contribute that amount, to enjoy the satisfaction of having their several flags in the service of the Saviour. I remember that, on a visit, some years ago, to a provincial town, Shrewsbury, mentioning this subject to some friends; and one lady immediately gave her contribution for such a flag, delighted at the idea of having her own “ Bethel Flag” used for so noble a purpose: and such was the interest excited in the minds of several young ladies in a school, that they promptly collected their subscriptions, and gave me ten shillings, to purchase “ half a Bethel Flag.”
Your little representative of the sailors' cause recalled that incident to my mind; and I could not refrain from offering it for a hint; being certain, that if the idea were suggested in your “Child's Star of Hope,” it will be interesting to many; and it is probable, that not a few schools of young ladies, and even Sunday schools, will act upon the suggestion, collecting sufficient for a whole “ Bethel Flag.” Thus will they create for themselves the sincerest satisfaction, whenever they see or hear of a ship, or even meet a hardy sailor, reflecting on their having provided the attractive signal for one ship, to invite seamen to listen to the glorious gospel of our Lord and Saviour. Lewisham.
A MAN OVERBOARD!
A black day in our calendar. At seven o'clock in the morning, it being our watch below, we were aroused from a sound sleep by the cry of—“ All hands ahoy! a man overboard !” This unwonted cry sent a thrill through the heart of every one; and hurrying on deck, we found the vessel hove flat aback, with all her studding sails set; for the boy who was at the helm left it to throw something overboard ; and the carpenter, who was an old sailor, knowing that the wind was light, put the helm down and hove her aback. The watch on deck were lowering away the quarter-boat, and I got on deck just in time to heave myself into her as she was leaving the side ; but it was not until out upon the wide Pacific, in our little boat, that I knew whom we had lost." It was George Ballmer, a young English sailor, who was prized by the officers as an active and willing seamen, and by the crew as a lively, hearty fellow, and a good shipmate. He was going aloft to fit a strap round the main-topmast-head, for ringtail halyards, and had the strap, and block, and coil of halyards, and a marline spike, about his neck. He fell from the starboard futtock shrouds; and not knowing how to swim, and being heavily dressed, with all those things round his neck, he probably sank immediately. We pulled astern, in the direction in which he fell; and though we knew that there was no hope of saving him, yet no one wished to speak of returning, and we rowed round about for nearly an hour, without the hope of doing anything, but unwilling to acknowledge to ourselves that we must give him up. At length we turned the boat's head, and made towards the vessel.
Death is at all times solemn, but never so much so as at sea. A man dies on shore, his body remains with his friends, and “the mourners go about the streets ;” but when a man falls overboard at sea, and is lost, there is a suddenness in the event, and a difficulty in realizing it, which give to it an air of awful mystery. A man dies on shore :—you follow his body to the grave, and a stone marks the spot. You are often prepared for the event. There is always something which helps you to realize it when it happens, and to recal it when it has passed. A man is shot down by your side in battle, and the mangled body remains an object and a real evidence; but at sea, the man is near you—at your side-you hear his voice,-and in an instant he is gone, and nothing but a vacancy shows his loss. Then, too, at sea—to use a homely but expressive phrase-you miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark, upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms, and hear no voices, but their own; and one is taken suddenly from among them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb : there are no new faces or new scenes to fill
gap. There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. There is one less to take wheel, and one less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of
your senses feels the loss.
All these things make such a death peculiarly solemn, and the effect of it remains upon the crew for some time. There is more kindness shown by the officers to the crew, and by the crew to one another. There is more quietness and seriousness: the oath and the loud laugh are gone. The officers are more watchful, and the crew go more carefully aloft. The lost man is seldom mentioned, or is dismissed with a sailor's rude eulogy,—“ Well, poor George is gone! His cruise is up soon. He knew his work, and did his duty, and was a good shipmate. Then usually follows some allusion to another world; for sailors are almost all believers, but their notions and opinions are unfixed and at loose ends. They say,
fellow; and seldom get beyond the common phrase, which seems to imply that their sufferings and hard treatment will excuse them hereafter, -—" To work hard, live hard, die hard, and go to hell after all, would be hard indeed !” Our cook, a simple-hearted old African, who had been through a deal in his day, and was rather seriously inclined, always
" God won't be hard
going to church twice a day, when on shore, and reading his Bible on a sunday in the galley, talked to the crew about spending their sabbaths badly, and told them that they might go as suddenly as George bad, and be as little prepared.
Yet a sailor's life is at best but a mixture of a little good with much evil
, and a little pleasure with much pain : the beautiful is linked with the revolting, the sublime with the common-place, and the solemn with the ludicrous.
We had hardly returned on board with our sad report, before an auction was held of the poor man's clothes. The captain had first, however, called all hands aft, and asked them if they were satisfied that everything had been done to save the man, and if they thought there was any use in remaining there longer. The crew all said that it was in vain, for the man did not know how to swim, and was very heavily dressed. So we then filled away, and kept her off to her course.
The laws regulating navigation, make the captain answerable for the effects of a sailor who dies during the voyage ; and it is either a law or a universal custom, established for convenience, that the captain should immediately hold an auction of his things, in which they are bid off by the sailors, and the sums which they give are deducted from their wages, at the end of the voyage. In this way, the trouble and risk of keeping his clothes through the voyage are avoided, and the clothes are usually sold for more than they would be worth on shore. Accordingly, we had no sooner got the ship before the wind, than his chest was brought up upon the forecastle, and the sale began. The jackets and trowsers, in which we had seen him dressed but a few days before, were exposed and bid off, while the life was hardly out of his body; and his chest was taken aft and used as a store-chest, so that there was nothing left which could be called his. Sailors have an unwillingness to wear a dead man's clothes during the same voyage, and they seldom do so unless they are in absolute want.
As is usual after a death, many stories were told about George. Some have heard him say, that he repented never having learned to swim, and that he knew that he should meet his death by drowning. Another said, that he never knew any good to come of a voyage made against the will; and the deceased man shipped and spent his advance, and was afterwards very unwilling to go, but not being able to refund, was obliged to sail with us. A boy, too, who had become quite attached to him, said, that George talked to him during most of the watch, on the night before, about his mother and family at home; and this was the first time he had mentioned the subject during the voyage.
The night after this event, when I went to the galley to get a light, I found the cook inclined to be talkative; so I sat down
gave him an opportunity to hold a yarn. I was the more inclined to do so, as I found he was full of the superstitions once so common among seamen, and which the recent death had waked up in his mind. He talked about George's having spoken of his friends, and said he believed few men died without having warning of it, which he supported by a great many stories of dreams, and the unusual behaviour
of men before death, From this he went on to other superstitions, the Flying Dutchman, &c., and talked rather mysteriously, having something evidently on his mind. At length he put his head out of the galley, and looked carefully about, to see if any one was within hearing; and being satisfied on that point, asked me, in a low tone,
“ I say! you know what countryman 'e carpenter be?”
I satisfied him on that point by saying, that he could speak no language but the German and English.
“I'm plaguy glad o'dat,” said the cook. “I was mighty.fraid he was a Fin. I tell you what, I been plaguy civil to that man all the voyage.'
I asked him the reason of this, and found that he was fully possessed with the notion that Fins are wizards, and especially have power over winds and storms. I tried to reason with him about it, but he had the best of all arguments, that from experience, at hand, and was not to be moved. He had been in a vessel at the Sandwich Islands, in which the sail-maker was a Fin, and could do anything be was of a mind to. This sail-maker kept a junk bottle in his berth, which was always just half full of rum, though he got drunk upon it nearly every day. He had seen him sit for hours together, talking to this bottle, which he stowed up before hiin on the table. The same man cut his throat in his berth, and every body said he was possessed.
He had heard of ships, too, beating up the gulf of Finland, against a bead wind, and having a ship heave in sight astern, overhaul and pass them, with as fair a wind as could blow, and all studding sails out, and find she was from Finland.
“Oh ho!” said he, “ I've seen too much of them men to want to see 'm 'board a ship. If they can't have their own way, they'll play the d.-- with you.
As I still doubted, he said he would leave it to John, who was the oldest seaman aboard, and would know if any body did. John, to be sure, was the oldest, and at the same time the most ignorant man in the ship; but I consented to have him called. The cook stated the matter to him; and John, as I anticipated, sided with the cook, and said that he himself had been in a ship where they had a head-wind for a fortnight; and the captain found out, at last, that one of the men, whom he had had some hard words with a short time before, was a Fin, and immediately told him, if he didn't stop the head wind, he would shut him down in the fore peak. The Fin would not give in, and the captain shut him down in the fore peak, and would not give him anything to eat. The Fin held out for a day and a half, when he could not stand it any longer, and did something or other which brought the wind round again, and they let him up.
There,” said the cook, “what do you tink o' dat ?” I told him I had no doubt it was true, and that it would have been odd if the wind had not changed in fifteen days, Fin or no Fin.
Oh,” says he, “go 'way! You think, 'cause you been to college, you know better than anybody. You know better than them as 'as seen it with their own eyes ? You wait till you've been to sea as long as I have, and you'll know."
THE WIDOW AND HER SHIPWRECKED SON.
In the north of England, in a small inland village, a lieutenant of the British navy, after serving his country for many years, took up his abode. He had a pious wife, and six or seven children. She sent them to the village Sabbath-school; but the eldest, a boy of fourteen years, seemed determined to profit by neither maternal love, nor pious instructions at school. He played and mingled with a class of wicked idlers that infested the village, and would have been bad as the worst of them, but for his father's rigid discipline. That alone restrained him from rushing into excesses of wickedness and riot; but that father died, and left his widow to combat the idleness of her boy alone. No, not alone: for she sought the help of her heavenly Husband.
The father being dead, the son grew worse. He was ungovernable, and the afflicted widow wept, as with a broken heart, over her recreant child. Unable to restrain him, she adopted a very common mode in England of disposing of idle lads: she resolved to send him to sea. It was a painful alternative; but he could not grow worse there, she thought, and possibly the severe discipline of a ship might humble his proud spirit, and lead him to reflection. A ship was obtained for him. The bustle of preparation began and
Unknown to the youth, the mother placed a Bible in his chest, with the secret hope that its light might lead him to his heavenly Father, when he should be far off on the deep blue sea. Many were the prayers that mother offered for her son ; many the counsels she gave him from the fulness of her heart. The day of separation came. O it was a day of trial to all but to him who was the occasion of all the sadness of that family. Warm were the tears she shed, as, pressing him to her bosom, she bade him adieu, and commended his wayward heart to God.
Many years had passed away, and the wanderer had not returned. The ship had perished at sea, and the widow mourned her son as dead; and, what was worse, she trembled for the safety of his undying soul. Could she have been assured of his safety in the better world, her pained heart would have been at rest; but she wept over him, as one doubly lost.
It was a stormy night, in mid winter : the wind howled--the rain poured down in torrents, and deep darkness obscured the sky. The widow and her children sat beside the cheerful fire, and a chastened cheerfulness overspread the circle, though now and then a cloud of melancholy gathered over the mother's brow, as the driving storm reminded her of her lost son,—when a slight tap was heard at the door. It was opened. A sailor stood there, way-worn and weather beaten.