IB it worth while to work for others ? Is it worth something to save life ? As the day broke, one fearfully stormy morning, a large barque ran on a bank of sand, eight miles from the British coast, and lay there at the mercy of the tempest, filling with water. She rapidly began to settle, the waves breaking fiercely over her. Her boats were knocked to pieces, her hatches stove in. Eighteen men were in the rigging, clinging to the shrouds of that sprung and broken foremast; the mainmast was gone. No hope was in their hearts, no help was nigh. But is there no hope, no help ? They are seen from the shore. No sooner is the word passed, "A wreck! a wreck!" than the gallant boatmen spring to the beach.

"Man the Life-boat!" Yes; but the waves are driving furiously in to the shore.

"Man the Life-boat!" Yes; but the snow is drifting furiously in blinding squalls. " Man the Life-boat.'" One by one the noble fellows take their places.

Out they dash in the teeth of the gale.

" Oars out, my men. Steady! Oars out ]" They are knee-deep in water. The waves beat upon them; they are drenched, and all but drowned. Yet how cheerfully they bend their backs to the ashen oars.

"Hold OB, every man of yon!" Every man holds on to the thwart before him, whilst an immense wave rolls over, burying them fathoms deep. They rise and shake their locks. But where is the wreck? The weather is so thick they cannot see her. Now there is a break in the drift; there she lies, the starboard bow the only part of the hull visible.

Are there any men in that tangled rigging ? Yes, see! the rigging is full of them.

" Now, steady, men, steady. Keep clear of the wreck. Steady! Ah, we have them now!" She lies alongside; and one by one the poor, half-drowned, halffrozen wretches drop into the boat, and out she drifts into the boiling sea. Amid the peril of the return, with the fierce waves hissing after them, how steadily they row. And now the lights break upon them from the shore, and soon the lookers out on- the beach hail them, "Life-boat ahoy! Are they all safe?" " Ah, ay, every man safe." How they cheer! and the cheer is louder and more hearty than that which greets the champion boat in a race. And why ? Because these men have saved human life. Are there no wrecks around us ?— wrecks of genius, wrecks of intellect, wrecks of all that makes men noble? Man the Life-boat! Man the Life-boat, and save them! See how they are drifting.

Helm gone! Compass gone. Man the Life-boat ? See how they are dashed by the fierce waves upon the strand, wrecked and ruined. Man the Life-boat, and save them! And if so be that you help some poor struggling soul through this world's wickedness into the haven of peace and rest, cheer after cheer from human voices may never salute you; but the shining white-robed angels shall smile upon you, and God's approval shall crown your noble endeavour, and the souls you have saved shall be as stars for ever iu the crowu of your rejoicing.—JOHN B. GOUGH..