Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1855-12-13
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The UnreWarded.

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About two years since, after a stormy eight
days battling with successive westerly gales,
the morning watch of the steamer Pacific
found her in smoother water and more pleas
ant air than that voyage had known before
The wind had blown itself out-and the dense
fog, which wrapped them in its misty mantle,
was agreeable for its soft contrast to the cut
ting blasts of yesterday. The brave Captain,
as he jotted their carefully calculated position
some seventy miles south of Nova Scotia, and
ran his fingers forward three hundred miles or
more upon the chart, as their probable place
twenty-four hours hence, little thought how
quickly his cheek was to banch, when in an
other half hour, there should dawn upon his
mind a revelation such as in hundred voyages
he had never had before, of how uncertain
were Atlantic currents, and how little reliance
could be placed upon the most sklful Of hu-
man calculations, when their subject was the
tossing pillows and the raging tempest of an
ocean element
their cottages on the margin of the sea, where
the southern most point of Cape Sable holds
out Its iron front as the monument of land S
beginning, heard the quick beat of steam
er's paddles. Familiar with the sound, it told
them which way she headed and how fast she
was coming. Not second was 10 be lost
regardless of the danger, for dangerous it is to
go out in a skiff, in a thick fog, within the
circle of such leviathan's boiling track, they
put forth 10 arrest her progress. Every nerve
was strained, as seaward they pointed their
fragile boat and heard the humming thunder
come nearer and nearer-a black mass with a
forehead of flame loomed before them-they
lifted united voice of warning, which pierced
10 her very centre-the quick ship, obedient
to her helm, swept up into safety, but the COG
kle shell that brought message of life to
hundreds, with those that manned it, was
ground TO powder beneath her paddles. The
mist lifted little, just enough to show the
ragged reefs, whose tops the crowning seas
could not o'erleap, they had escaped, and then
dropped in thicker pail the curtain of its mys-
terry, behind which was heard the dull voice
of the deep, seeming chanting unto man,
what a shadow you are, what shadows you
pursuen
In due time, rejoicing gun Of arrival was
fired, and not until the welcome of friendship
had found full expression, did it leak out from
the few passengers who saw the rocks and the
whitened cheek of knowledge, how narrow
had been the escape. Ii was not intmated to
the reporters, even if it was put down in the
log book, for it is not well for such things to
be known.
The names of the brave fishermen have not
been told. They doubtless were the centre Of
little circle, to which their unprecedented fate
brought sorrow as keen and lasting, as would
the tidings of the Pacfc's loss to any of the
hundreds that would have bowed in agony,
when the knell of her doom rang over half a
continent.
So far as our short vision reaches, they
must be numbered among the unre,cGrdcd.-
Perhaps in some better sphere, they watch
and wait for better ends and greater good, than
when as fishermen Of the Cape, they stopped
not to think in humanity's cause. Their mist
cleared amid the stars of the upper deep.
And thousands just such there are, patient
children of toil--long watchers by sickness
-self-denying disciples of principle
ever-abiding servants Of kindness-constant
ministers at the shrine of duty-devoted guar
dans Of others comforts, when their own peace
is at stake-who in all parts of the world
among the humble and the high, in every
sphere, in every villa ge, ay almost in every
house there is one; who lay aside the person
al hope, the individual desire. that thereb,
good may come to some, though harm come
10 them; thousands, whose noble acts are un
registered, save in the registry of the Mos
High, whose simple, noiseless lives glide int
kindly shadow, without a trace which the
bustling world stops to note, or a word o
praise from the lips of any man.
But though they may not hear the lisp no
feel the tear of gratitude, there are realm.
above and beyond, where the first will be mur
INJURED in the breezes of benefcence, and tn,
last be set as diamond drops in the crown o
fidelity. The present rewards not itself, bu
the Past.-Plpaouh Memorial.
4 A friend may be often found and lost, but al
old friend can never be found and nature ha
provided that be cannot easily be lost
The victory is not always TO the strong, a
the boy said when he killed the, skunk with