Year: 1864

'LiIianl Lillian! has any one seen Lii
ian2'


Fore and aft, from every lip, in start
ling accents, the cry went up amid the
stormI


But the loud wind only answered with
deeper howl. The long yards still
creaked upon their rusty rivets. The
heavy icebergs crashed upon the bows;
and timbers groaned and shook as they
had done before. The silyery accents of
little Lilian's voice came not to our ears,
and we felt as if it was hushed forever.
But the wailing tones of the poor moth
er, and the despairing shouts of the IA
thor-both of whom could not bear to
give up their child--continusd long after
own voices had ceased. Then we-rough-
hearted, childless men though we we're
forgetting our own danger, gathered about
the afflicted pair and tried to console
them. 1 don't think we succeeded very
we'll, for our voices tremblcd a great
deal; and the tears would come to our
eyes, though We kept wiping them away
with the cuffs of our heavy jackets. No
one of US but had loved little Little al
most as well as the parents themselves
She was but seven years of age; yet the
earnest glance of her large blue eyes
would 60 straight to our hearts, and
make us feel kind and good towards
each other. To utter an oath while she
was near would have seemed like sacri-
lege. Like lily she had bloomed in ctr
midst, shedding a heavenly influence
about her


Strong-oh. strong is the power of in
nOcent childhood over a sinful heart!


1t was while we thus stood clustered
near the binnacle, offering what little
consolation we could to the captain and
his wife, that one of the ships crew-au
old tar by the name of Bill Butler-came
forward holding a few little torn shreda
Of cloth in his hand.


4 found these ere hanging on a hook
on the outside Of the bulwark, said Bill
in mournful voice.


1T is a part of Lilians dressr shrick-
ed the captain.


The captain buried his face in his
hands with groan, and we looked at
one another in sad silence. There could
no longer be any doubt about the matter
Lillian had fallen overheard.


The few remaining hours of the night
wore away. The gale subsided. Mirac-
ulously, as it seemed to US, the ship had
escaped being stove; and as the sea had
gone down with the gale, there was no
more danger. Overwhelmed with grief,
yet feeling it his duty to try and con-
sole his wife, the captain descended into
the cabin, leaving the management of the
ships affairs in the hands of the mate
Presently the steward came on deck. He
wished to know if any of the hands had
seen Blusco that morning. This was the
name ola large Newfoundland dog, which
had been a great favorite with Lillian,
and she had taken special delight in
feeding him. The dog had grown ex-
tremely fond of his young mistress, and
would show his attachment in many ways
peculiar his kind. Now that the dar-
ling was lost, the captain had ordered
the steward to bring Blusco to them
thinking that the sight of him might af-
ford a melancholy consolation to his wife.
Having searched the cabin throughout
without being able to find the animal,
the steward came on deck, as we have
said, to inquire if he had been noticed
by any of the hands. We all answered
in the negative. None of US had seen
the dog since the previous night. There
upon the ship was ransacked fore and
aft, for the missing ANIMAL and although
we searched in every nook and corner, he
was not to be found.


While we were all wondering what
had become Of him, the man at the mast
head sung out that there we're whales
astern. The mate instantly ordered the
boats to be lowered, and before we had
scarcely time to divest ourselves of the
idea that we were still looking for the
dog, we were padding swiftly in the
wake of a great fat bow-head. The
whale made straight for field of ice in
the distance, and went down when he
had got in the midst of it. We followed
him almost to the spot where he had
disappeared, and then lay motionless and
silent, waiting for the next rising. Large
masses Of ice, flashing gloriously in the
early rays Of the sun and moulded into a
thousand different shapes, surrounded our
little craft on every hand, floating by
with majestic slowness, and now and then
crashing against each other with force
that caused some of them to be rent as
under Strange, beautiful monument
ere these fashioned by the hand of ma