in anything that he could not comprehend.  His God must be worshipped for the obvious truth of his attributes and existence.  He wished to speak with respect of things that so many worthy people reverenced; but he could not forget that Providence had made him a reasoning creature; and his reason must be convinced.  Stephen was no great logician, as the reader will easily understand; but Newton possessed no clearer demonstration of any of his problems than this simple, nay ignorant, man enjoyed in his religious faith, through the divine illumination it had received in the visit of the Holy Spirit.

That gloomy month, however, had not been thrown away.  All the men were disposed to be serious; and the reading of the bible, openly and aloud, soon became a favourite occupation with every one of them.  Although Roswell’s reading was directed by the marks of Mary, all of which had reference to those passages that touched on the Divinity of the Saviour, he made no comments that betrayed his incredulity.  There is a simple earnestness in the narrative portions of the Gospel that commends its truth to every mind, and it had its effect on that of Roswell Gardiner; though it failed to remove doubts that had so long been cherished, and which had their existence in pride of reason, or what passes for such, with those who merely skim the surface of things, as they seem to exist around them.

On the evening of that particular day in October, to which we desire now to advance the time, and after the most pleasant and cheerful afternoon and sunset that any on the island had seen for many months, Roswell and Stimson ventured to continue their exercise on the terrace, then again clear of impediments, even after the day had closed.  The night promised to be cold, but the weather was not yet so keen as to drive them to a shelter.  Both fancied there was a feeling of spring in the wind, which was from the north-east, a quarter that brought the blandest currents of air into those seas, if any air of that region deserved such a term at all.

“It is high time we had some communications with the Vineyarders,” said Roswell, as they turned at that end of the terrace which was nearest to the wreck.  “A full month has passed since we have seen any of them, or have heard a syllable of their doings or welfare.”

“It’s a bad business this separation, Captain Gar’ner,” returned the boat-steerer; “and every hour makes it worse.  Think how much good might have been done them young men had they only been with us while we’ve been reading the book of books, night and morning, sir!”

“That good book seems to fill most of your thoughts, Stephen—­I wish I could have your faith.”

“It will come in time, sir, if you will only strive for it.  I’m sure no heart could have been harder than mine was, until within the last five years.  I was far worse as a Christian, Captain Gar’ner, than I consider you to be; for while you have doubts consarning the Divinity of our Blessed Lord, I had no thought of any one of the Trinity.  My only God was the world; and sich a world, too, as a poor sailor knows.  It was being but little better than the brutes.”