The Lord sitteth upon the floods, yea, the Lord sitteth King for ever. The Lord will give strength to his people; yea, the Lord will bless his people with peace." How natural and home-born sounded this old piece of Oriental poetry in the ears of the three. The wilderness of Kadesh, with its great cedars, was doubtless Orr's Island, where even now the goodly fellowship of black-winged trees were groaning and swaying, and creaking as the breath of the Lord passed over them. And the three old people kneeling by their smouldering fireside amid the general uproar, Zephaniah began in the words of a prayer which Moses the man of God made long ago under the shadows of Egyptian pyramids " Lord, thou hast been our dwellingplace in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God." We hear sometimes in these days that the Bible is no more inspired of God than many other books of historic and poetic merit. It is a fact, however, that the Bible answers a strange and wholly exceptional purpose by thousands of firesides on all shores of the earth; and till some other book can be found to do the same thing, it will not be surprising if a belief of its Divine origin be one of the ineffaceable ideas of the popular mind. It will be a long while before a translation from Homer, or a chapter in the Koran, or any of the beauties of Shakespeare, will be read in a stormy night on Orr's Island with the same sense of a Divine presence as the Psalms of David, or the prayer of Moses, the man of God. Boom! boom! "What's that?" said Zephaniah, starting, as they rose up from prayer. "Hark! again, that's a gun-there's a ship in distress." "Poor souls," said Miss Ruey, "it's an awful night!" The Captain began to put on his sea coat. "You a'n't a goin' out," said his wife. "I must go out along the beach a spell, and see if I can hear any more of that ship." "Mercy on us, the wind 'll blow you over," said Aunt Ruey. "I rayther think I've stood wind before in my day," said Zephaniah, a grim smile stealing over his weather-beaten cheeks. In fact, the man felt a sort of secret relationship to the storm, as if it were in some manner a family connection-a wild, roystering cousin, who drew him out by a rough attraction of comradeship. "Well, at any rate," said Mrs. Pennel, producing a large tin lantern perforated with many holes, in which she placed a tallow candle, "take this with you, and don't stay out long." The kitchen door opened, and the first gust of wind took off the old man's hat and nearly blew him prostrate. He came back and shut the door. "I ought to have known better," he said, knotting his pocket-handkerchief over his head, after which he waited for a momentary lull, and went out into the storm. Miss Ruey looked through the window-pane, and saw the light go twinkling far down into the gloom, and ever and anon came the mournful boom of distant guns. "Certainly there is a ship in trouble somewhere," she said. "He never can be easy when he hears these guns," said Mrs. Pennel; "but what can he do, or anybody, in such a storm-the wind blowing right on to shore?" "I shouldn't wonder if Cap'n Kittridge should be out on the beach, too," said Miss Ruey; "but laws, he a'n't much more than one of these 'ere old grasshoppers you see after frost comes. Well, any way, there a'n't much help in man if a ship comes ashore in such a gale as this, such a dark night, too." "It's kind o' lonesome to have poor little Mara away such a night as this is," said Mrs. Pennel; "but who would a-thought it this afternoon, when Aunt Roxy took her?" "I'member my grandmother had a silver cream-pitcher that come ashore in a storm on Mare Pint," said Miss Roxy, as she sat trotting her knitting-needles. "Grand'ther found it half full of sand under a knot of sea-weed, way up on the beach. It had a coat of arms on it might have belonged to some grand family, that pitcher; in the Toothacre family yet." THE CRADLE THAT WOULD ROCK. 43 "I remember when I was a girl," said Mrs. Pennel, "seeing the hull of a ship that went on Eagle Island-it run way up in a sort of gulley between two rocks, and lay there years. They split pieces off it sometimes to make fires when they wanted to make a chowder down on the beach." "My aunt, Lois Toothacre, that lives down by Middle Bay," said Miss Ruey, "used to tell about a dreadful blow they had once in time of the equinoctial storm-and what was remarkable, she insisted that she heard a baby crying out in the storm-she heard it just as plain as could be." "Laws a-mercy," said Mrs. Pennel, nervously, "it was nothing but the wind-it always screeches like a child crying; or maybe it was the seals; seals will cry just like babes." "So they told her-but no; she insisted she knew the difference -it was a baby. Well, what do you think, when the storm cleared off, they found a baby's cradle washed ashore sure enough!" "But they didn't find any baby," said Mrs. Pennel, nervously. "No, they searched the beach far and near, and that cradle was all they found. Aunt Lois took it in-it was a very good cradle, and she took it to use, but every time there came up a gale, that ar cradle would rock, rock, jist as if somebody was a-sittin' by it; and you could stand across the room and see there wa'n't nobody there." "You make me all of a shiver," said Mrs. Pennel. This, of course, was just what Miss Ruey intended, and she went on "Wal', you see they kind o' got used to it-they found there wa'n't no harm come of its rocking, and so they didn't mind; but Aunt Lois had a sister Cerinthy that was a weakly girl, and had 'the janders.' * Cerinthy was one of the sort that's born with vails over their faces, and can see sperits; and one time Cerinthy was a visitin' Lois after her second baby was born, and there came up a blow, and Cerinthy comes out of the keepin'-room, where the * Jaundice. * cradle was a-standin', and says, 'Sister,' says she, 'who's that woman sittin' rockin' the cradle?' and Aunt Lois says she, 'Why, there a'n't nobody. That ar cradle always will rock in a gale, but I've got used to it, and don't mind it.' 'Well,' says Cerinthy, 'just as true as you live, I just saw a woman with a silk gown on, and long black hair a-hangin' down, and her face was pale as a sheet, sittin' rocking that ar cradle, and she looked round at me with her great black eyes kind o' mournful and wishful, and then she stooped down over the cradle.' 'Well,' says Lois, 'I a'n't goin' to have no such doings in my house,' and she went right in and took up the baby, and the very next day she jist had the cradle split up for kindlin'; and that night, if you'll believe, when they was a-burning of it, they heard, jist as plain as could be, a baby scream, scream, screaming round the house; but after that they never heard it no more." "I don't like such stories," said Dame Pennel, “ 'specially to-night when Mara's away. I shall get to hearing all sorts of noises in the wind. I wonder when Cap'n Pennel will be back." And the good woman put more wood on the fire, and as the tongues of flame streamed up high and clear, she approached her face to the window-pane and started back with half a scream, as a pale, anxious visage with sad dark eyes seemed to approach her. It took a moment or two for her to discover that she had seen only the reflection of her own anxious, excited face, the pitchy blackness without having converted the window into a sort of dark mirror. Miss Ruey meanwhile began solacing herself by singing, in her chimney-corner, a very favourite sacred melody, which contrasted oddly enough with the driving storm and howling sea "Haste, my beloved, haste away, The tune was called "Invitation" - one of those profusely florid in runs, and trills, and quavers, which delighted the ears of a former generation; and Miss Ruey, innocently unconscious of the effect of CAPTAIN PENNEL GETS A LOOK AT MARA. 45 old age on her voice, ran them up and down, and out and in, in a way that would have made a laugh, had there been anybody there to notice or to laugh. "I remember singing that ar to Mary Jane Wilson the very night she died," said Aunt Ruey, stopping. "She wanted me to sing to her, and it was jist between two and three in the morning; there was jist the least red streak of daylight, and I opened the window and sat there and sung, and when I come to 'over the hills where spices grow, I looked round and there was a change in Mary Jane, and I went to the bed, and says she very bright, 'Aunt Ruey, the Beloved has come,' and she was gone afore I could raise her up on her pillow. I always think of Mary Jane at them words; if ever there was a broken-hearted crittur took home, it was her." At this moment Mrs. Pennel caught sight through the window of the gleam of the returning lantern, and in a moment Captain Pennel entered dripping with rain and spray. "Why Cap'n! you'r e'en a'most drowned," said Aunt Ruey. "How long have you been gone? You must have been a great ways," said Mrs. Pennel. "Yes, I have been down to Cap'n Kittridge's. I met Kittridge out on the beach. We heard the guns plain enough, but couldn't see anything. I went on down to Kittridge's to get a look at little Mara." "Well, she's all well enough?" said Mrs. Pennel, anxiously. "Oh, yes, well enough. Miss Roxy showed her to me in the trundle-bed, 'long with Sally. The little thing was lying smiling in her sleep, with her cheek right up against Sally's. I took comfort looking at her. I couldn't help thinking, 'So he giveth his beloved sleep!"" CHAPTER VII. DURING the night and storm, the little Mara had lain sleeping as quietly as if the cruel sea, that had made her an orphan from her birth, were her kind-tempered old grandfather singing her to sleep, |