The Captain And The Quadrant.

A godly man, the master of an American ship, during one voyage found his

ship bemisted for days, and he became rather anxious respecting her

safety. He went down to his cabin and prayed. The thought struck him, if

he had with confidence committed his soul to God, he might certainly

commit his ship to Him; and so, accordingly, he gave all into the hands

of God, and felt at perfect peace; but still he prayed, that if He would
r /> be pleased to give a cloudless sky at twelve o'clock, he should like to

take an observation to ascertain their real position, and whether they

were on the right course.

He came on deck at eleven o'clock, with the quadrant under his coat. As

it was thick drizzling, the men looked at him with amazement. He went to

his cabin, prayed, and came up. There seemed still to be no hope. Again

he went down and prayed, and again he appeared on deck with his quadrant

in his hand. It was now ten minutes to twelve o'clock, and still there

was no appearance of a change; but he stood on the deck, waiting upon

the Lord, when, in a few minutes, the mist seemed to be folded up and

rolled away as by an omnipotent and invisible hand; the sun shown

clearly from the blue vault of heaven, and there stood the man of prayer

with the quadrant in his hand, but so awe-struck did he feel, and so

"dreadful" was that place, that he could scarcely take advantage of the

answer to his prayer. He, however, succeeded, although with trembling

hands, and found, to his comfort, that all was well. But no sooner had

he finished taking the observation than the mist rolled back over the

heavens, and it began to drizzle as before.

This story of prayer was received from the lips of the good Captain

Crossby, who was so useful in the Ardrossan awakening; and he himself

was the man who prayed and waited upon his God with the quadrant in his