While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers talked with Death.

And as thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy with his prayers,
"We are lost!" the Captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.

But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
"Isn't God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?"

Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer,
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was smiling clear.

J. T. FIELDS

[Illustration: SHIPWRECK ON THE AUCKLAND ISLANDS.]




FUN FOR THE KITTENS.


Our cat she had five little ones,
As every person knew;