such joy in finding I could hope as the world can neither give nor take away. I had that conviction of the power of God present with me, overruling fear, and raising me above what I am by nature, as surpassed all rational evidence." On the storm subsiding, he wrote: "Towards morning the sea heard and obeyed the divine voice, 'Peace, be still.' My first business to-day-may it be the first business of all my days-was to offer up the sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving." "All praise to the Lord, Who rules with a word Th' untractable sea." Bishop Heber's matchless hymn beginning, "When through the torn sail The wild tempest is streaming," was written after similar experiences. The bishop took an affectionate interest in the humblest sailors during "Only to think," said a grateful seaman, "of such a great man as the bishop coming between decks to pray with such poor fellows as we." his voyages. Many of our readers have doubtless seen in old hymn books a spirited hymn beginning with this singular stanza: "Listed in the cause of sin, Why should a good be evil? The hymn is ascribed to Charles Wesley, and the quoted stanza must have struck the reader as a marked exception to the mellifluent numbers of this most careful and cultured lyrist. It was composed amid the roughest scenes of his itinerant preaching in Cornwall, when mobs set upon him in every town, among whom were the wreckers, a class of sea-robbers long passed away. The Cornish seamen always loved to sing that hymn, and the Old Methodists of Cornwall delighted to tell the story of its origin. My father knew all about that hymn," said a Cornish man to a recent English writer. "Mr. C. Wesley had just begun a hymn in the open-air, intending to preach to the gathering crowd, when some half-drunken fellows came and struck up the tune of 'Nancy Dawson.' Between the hymn and their song it was sorry music, but the preacher's ear was quick enough to catch the metre of their song, and to master their tune there and then. He invited them to come again by-and-by, when he would be there and sing a song to their tune. They came and he gave out a new hymn made for the occasion. The merry tars seemed to enjoy the hymn more than their old song. "A cheery thing," added the Cornishman, "it was to hear my father sing it, just as the old folks, he said, used to sing it. I used to sing it with him. He and I shall join again by-and-by, and 'Heaven be ours for ever." The following stanzas exhibit the spirit of the hymn; "Come let us see if Jesus' love Will not as well inspire us ; "Say, if your hearts are tuned to sing, Harmony all its strains may bring, "Then let us in his praises join, "Heaven already is begun, Open to each believer; About one hundred and twenty years ago, there wandered among the palm groves of Sierra Leone, a young Englishman, who had fallen so low as to be shunned even by the rude traders on the coast, and by the African slaves. He had little clothing; he went hungry, and often was obliged to subsist upon roots. His life was not only stained with vice, but with viciousness in its most disgusting forms. He had a pious mother, and the memory of her counsels and prayers, like good angels, followed him in all of his wanderings. Escaping at last from the coast, he secured a passage for England. During the homeward voyage the ship encountered a terrible storm. "I began to pray," he said. "I could |