in upon us, and the restless feet of many a man hurrying to and fro; but none of these things moved us, and the service was vigorously maintained for nearly an hour and a half.  Mr. Pearce, the Army Scripture Reader, gave out the hymns; I read a chapter and gave an address as brightly tender and practical as I could make it; sundry soldiers also spoke and prayed; and a manifestly gracious impression was produced on all present.  The men are eager to listen when sanctified common-sense is talked, and are just as ready good-naturedly to note anything that in the slightest degree is odd.  One of our godliest helpers has a powerful voice, but sometimes inserts a sort of sentimental tremolo into his singing, which makes it distinctly suggestive of the bleating of a sheep.  I was sitting in my cabin close by when this preliminary singing was started, and was not left many moments in doubt as to its unmistakable sheepishness, or lamb-likeness, for almost immediately I heard some of the young rascals sitting round put in a subdued accompaniment of “Baa-a-a.”  Yet none the less the song moved on to its triumphant close.  And thus, amid tears and harmless mirth, we are sowing on board this ship the seeds of eternal life, humbly trusting that the Lord of the harvest will not suffer our labour to be wholly in vain.’

Or take this as a later picture from a private letter sent home by the Rev. Frank Edwards, Acting-Chaplain to the Welsh Wesleyan troops.  Mr. Edwards went out at his own charge to render spiritual help to his countrymen.

’This morning we had a splendid parade service.  It was held on the upper deck.  The captain had a large awning put up specially for the service.  A stand was then erected by the chief officer, and a few of the men draped it with flags, and I had a large box covered with the Union Jack to serve me as a pulpit.  Then the men were marched up and formed into three sides of a square, of which the preacher and my choir formed the fourth side.  The centre of the square was occupied by the officers.

     ’It was the most memorable service of my life.  We opened with the
     hymn,—­

        “Stand up, stand up for Jesus,”

and the strains of that hymn from hundreds of manly voices was carried far out upon the waters.  Then we had the Liturgy, and the responses came clear and strong in true military style.  The singing of the grand old Te Deum was most impressive.  We sang an Easter hymn with great feeling and earnestness, and before the sermon,

        “Jesu, Lover of my soul.”

     Oh! how those men joined in the singing.  It seemed to become a
     prayer on every lip, and the fitting expression of the thought of
     every heart.  Its meaning was clearer than it had ever been before.

        “While the nearer waters roll,
          While the tempest still is high.”