= Tell to sinners round,


What dear Savior he had found.
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Two years more rolled away,
and now the child Of many prayers, the Chris
tian sailor, under the parental roof was seen
gradually sinking beneath the wasting infu-
ence of consumption. A milder climate was
sought to arrest or to retard the progress ct
decay. But in vain. The sailor returned
home-To DIE. For few days, and only for
a few, was he permitted to linger on earth
and they were days of sadness-days of tears
and yet they were days of joy-of sweet and
holy remembrances. Peaceful, and calm, and
happy, as the gentle slumbers Of childhood on
a mothers breast, was the dcath-bed of the
sailor He had long been tossed amidst the
tempest and the storm, and often had his heart


eaped at the cry from the topmast, /" Land
ahead" and now he was just at the end of his
voyage, his eye was on the port, and he could
feel that there was "Land ahead" AS heard,
but few days since, from the quivering lips
of tender sister, the tale of the more than
peaceful, the triumphant departure Of her sailor
brother, thought of the language in which a
poet has described the death-bed scene of a
"brother of the ocean,"