Year: 1869

will be launched on those waves al
most mountain high.


"Motller keep the light shining
brightly in the window, for we may
need it to guide rs back to you;'
and springing lightly in the little
boat, the mother was left alone.


One noment the mother would
lose sight of her child as a wave
would hide her from view, and the
next would see her farther away
high on some treacherous wave.
Mother, you gaze for the last time
let not tie vision escape you. Now
all is wrapt in the same misty gloom.
Her child is lost from her sight
forever. Again comes the appeal
for Mlpf Father, some one is com
ing to thy rescue; if you only knew
who, you would rather be enveloped
in the dark waters that surround
you, than repeat that cry for help
again. ..-...-- .... r. s.ft.'.
The moon has escaped from under
the clouds now, and the mother
thinks she sees black spot on yon-
der wave, drifting out towards the
shoals something from the shore
perhaps, and again she waits with
breathless anxiety for some
signal from the loved ones
she was incapable of assisting.
The wind is shifting and
blows more towards the shore. Now
the cry of help is clear and distinct.
Why is this repeated so often Sure
ly her child must be near 9he spot
by this time. She looks toward
the cottage to see if the beacon light
that is to guide her loved ones to
her, is burning bright. Merciful
father! all is dark; the light was
gone. Then, for the first time, she
sees the grey streaks of dawn shoot
ing up from the eastern horizon,
Was it some terrible dream Every
thing is SO confounded. She hears
voices in the distance; nearer and
nearer they come. but she is incapa
bic Of moving. When the few
whose business it was to help the
distressed along the coast, came
near, they found the fisherman S
wife, lying cold and sensless, her
cold, wet garments clinging close
around her. Here, also they heard
the cry Of the fisherman for help.
Into the cottage they bore her, while
others went to the assistance of her
husband. His condition had been
a perilous one. His little boat had
resisted wind and wave until the
treacherous shoals were reached
where theyfound him clinging to her.


For many days the fisherman's S
wife knew not what was passing
around her; and it was far better
that it should be so When con-
sciousness returned they dared not
tell her of the beautiful maiden,
found the same day on the sandy
beach, with her hands lying on her
bosom, and a heavenly smile resting
on the marble face of the beautiful
dead. Yet SO they found her, near
the spot where, the day before, she
had watched for the coming of one
she had lost her life to save. And
as the day wore to its close, they
made her a grave near the cottage.
and just as the sun was sinking be
hind the western horizon, the kind
villagers consigned her to the tomb.
She guessed it all without being
told. The little grave near by told
the sad story. Not long and an
other grave was followed out, and
father lay beside his loved one.
Grief for his daughter fastened his
death.


The mother lived, but reason had
forsaken its throne forever. Dis
pite the entreaty of neighbors and
friends, she lived alone at the cot


tage. And nights, when the storm
god was abroad in all its fury, many
a poor fisherman has been guided
safe to shore by the light shining
bright from the cottage window.
When the wind howls dismally
along the coast, and the storm RACES
terribly, tis then it shines brighter,
for she says they will need it to
guide them safe to her. That was
years ago. Now the spotis marked
by a simple monument bearing this
inscription "Guided home at last !"