THE Life-boat goes o'er the stormy sea, for a ship is in distress; The gun booms out on the water wild, and the brave men closer press; And John has gone with the other men away from our fireside warm, Out where the maddened breakers rage, to the midst of the fearful storm.

I let him go, though he came to me to see if I bade' Mm stay, For the sea has an angry and dangerous look, and this is our wedding day; But I only kissed him, and cheered him on— my lad who is always brave,—• And I strained my eyes as I saw the boat leap over the mountain wave.

I stay at home and the house is still—save for the sea's wild roar, And my heart will question me now and then, " What if he come no more ? " But I know that " Our Father" rules the sea, and in humble and earnest prayer I have given my husband, my best beloved, into His tender care.

It is little we women can ever .do; we are neither brave nor strong; We cannot fight in a noble cause, nor conquer the powers of wrong; We cannot work with the Life-boat crew; but I think we do our part, When we send our brothers and husbands forth, though it nearly breaks our heart.

So I hush my baby and try to sing while the hours creep slowly by, Till I hear the hearty and joyous shout, that tells of the Life-boat nigh.

I shall see him again, my dearest one, and to- night he will kneel with me, And thank our God for the lives He saves from the perils of the sea.

MARIANNE FABNINGHAM.

"Leavesfrom Elim.".