THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

Nobody was drowned. We ought to
have been very thankful for that. I hope
we were thankful. While we were lying
on the sand-bank, the waves dashed
against the ship so hard, that we were
afraid it would break in pieces. We did
not know what to do. Some of us thought
we might as well jump into the water,
and try to swim to the shore. But. the
captain said that we should certainly get
drowned if we tried to do that, You
wonder why we did not get into our boat,
and row to the shore. We should have
done so if we had not lost our boat. But
we had no boat. The waves had dashed
against it, and tore it away from the place
where we kept it, so that we could not
get it again.

But when we thought we must all be
lost, we saw a boat coming toward the
ship. Some fishermen had seen us, and
were so kind that they came to us in their
boat, so that we could get to the shore.
Oh, how glad we were when we saw them
coming! But the waves were so high,
that for a good while we thought it would
sink before it got to us. The men had
very hard work to row the boat. The
wind blew very hard at one time, and the
little boat was blown back again almost
to the shore. But they tried again, and
after a long time they got to the ship.
Then some of us got into the boat, and
the men rowed us to the shore. After
that, the boat went back to the ship again,
and got the rest of the men.

But I have not told the best of the
story yet. When we all got into the
house, where it was warm, we told the
fishermen that they were very good to
come and help us to get away from the
snip. We thanked them very much.
And when they told us that we must not

 

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thank them; and they pointed to a little
boy about as old as you are, I guess.
“There,” they said, “that little boy is the
one to thank. We should not have gone,
if it had not been for him. We were
afraid the waves’ would dash over the
boat, and that we should be drowned.
We did not dare to go. But this good
boy said, ‘Do go! oh, do go! The poor
men in the ship will get drowned, if you
do not go. I will go if my father will
let me. I do not think father’s boat will
get lost. God will not let us,drown, if
we go and try to save the men.” Well,
the boy said so much, that the fishermen
told him they would go, and they did go.
This little boy’s name was George, and
this is the one that I told you we all liked
so well. The captain was so pleased with
him, that he asked his father to let the
little boy come and sail in his ship. His
father said he wished his boy to be a
sailor, and the boy wanted to be a sailor,
too; and that if the captain would be
kind to him, little George might go. So
he went, and he was the very best boy I
ever saw in my life. He used to talk to
the sailors; and when they did wrong,
when they said bad words, he would tell
them it was naughty, and God would not
love them if they did so. The sailors did
not get angry with him, because they all
saw that little George was good and kind,
and that he wanted to do them good. I
know of a good many sailors who stopped
swearing, because little George told them
in his kind way, that he could not bear
to hear them swear, and that God would
not love them if they did so.
The captain of this ship—the same one
that loved little George so well—was
drowned not long after that. My little
friends, I cannot help crying when I think