good income, and postponed for a long period some cherished prospects. Nor was it a slight trial to his tender and affectionate spirit to part with so many loved friends and relatives. But happily, after his services were accepted, so short a period elapsed till he found himself on ship-board, that there was no time for protracted partings or sorrowful musings. Before he could dispose of his practice, or go to bid farewell to some of his nearest kindred, the time of embarkation had arrived, and it required his best speed to reach Liverpool before the sailing of the Ocean Queen.

CHAPTER V.

The Voyage.

THE storm is changed into a calm
At His command and will;

So that the waves, which raged before,
Now quiet are and still.

Then are they glad, because at rest,

And quiet now they be :

So to the haven He them brings,
Which they desired to see.

Psalm cvii. 29, 30.-Scotch Version.

These difficulties are nothing in reality. He that has an object in view so exciting as the acquisition of ability to preach Christ to the heathen, plods along without one thought of weariness or inconvenience; loving to tread the rough furrows, because he sees them strewn with the promise of many a sheaf.-Rev. William Arthur.

THE partings were mostly over beforehand, and the tranquillity and content of its autumn were filling the air of England on the day when the pilgrims left it. And the peace of God was keeping their minds. Mr Ritchie, the early and ardent promoter of the mission, and a few other friends, accompanied them to the ship, and, from the cheerfulness of the voyagers, augured the best for the success of their expedition. They considered their preparations complete, and with hearts strong and hopeful, they bore away down the Mersey.*

* From Mr Ritchie's communication, already mentioned, we may give the following particulars of the last hour at Liverpool. Captain Gardiner had not yet reached the vessel, which was already warping out of dock: "I endeavoured, however, to improve the precious moments by carrying on a conversation from the wharf with our friends on the poop-deck, who were dressed in their sea-going garbs, and protected from a hot September sun by broad-brimmed' sombreros.' They seemed full of hope, and animated by a high and holy zeal for the great cause on which they were about to proceed; and, judging from their healthful animated looks, they were as well adapted as any men ever