"Annie, this voyage by the grace of God Will bring fair weather yet to all of us." Enoch Arden.

On the first day of the new year, as Arthur Treleaven was slowly rowing up the harbour, he saw astern of him a trim-looking brig making for the anchorage opposite St. Enodoc. Having no business to induce him to hurry, he rested upon his oars to watch the graceful craft. The men were taking in the sails one by one, and preparing to let go the anchor.

"English," said Arthur to himself, "and

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her name is the Annie Lee. I wonder what she is doing here. The wind is fair for her to run down channel, and she can hardly be bound here."

"Let go," he heard the captain say, and the anchor plunged into the water with a great splash. He was just bending to his oars again, when he was hailed from the deck of the brig,

He was too much astonished at first to answer, but, recovering himself, he shouted,―

"Hullo! who is it ?"

"Come alongside," said the voice.

Arthur turned his boat, and in a minute or two was under the quarter of the brig.

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Why, it's Nash," he exclaimed, as he recognized the face looking at him over the bulwarks.

In a moment his old friend was over the

side and in the boat, and they were warmly shaking hands.

"What are you doing here ?" inquired Arthur.

Nash explained that they were bound to the Cape, but had put in to land a sailor who had fallen from aloft that morning, and severely injured himself. Arthur volunteered to assist in getting the man on shore, and soon the doctor had replaced the rough splints on the broken limbs by proper appliances. When the poor fellow's requirements had been attended to, the captain asked Arthur if he knew any suitable man who would be willing to go to the Cape with him.

"I'll go myself, if you'll take me," was the answer.

"I have never been to sea,

but I understand the work pretty well, and can go aloft."

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'You'll do, I'll warrant," said the cap

tain, looking with approbation on the tall,

well-built form of the

young fisherman. "I must put to sea in the morning; can you be ready by that time?"

Answering that he could, Arthur hurried away to tell his mother and Jenifer of this opportune chance of carrying out the resolution he had lately come to, and to prepare his baggage for the voyage. He found Mr. Josiah in Daniel Trewhella's kitchen, smoking a pipe with the master of the house. Jenifer had not yet returned from her work. Arthur's information was received by the three persons present in different ways. Mrs. Trewhella expressed her feelings by shedding copious tears. Daniel, between divers puffs of tobacco smoke, expressed his opinion that Arthur was a lucky fellow. Mr. Josiah, according to his wont, was inclined to take a gloomy view of the future.

Lucky!" said he; "I must say I can't see much luck about it. 'Tis pretty much

the same kind of luck as meeting a wild bull in a narrow lane."

"Whatever do 'ee

mane?" asked

Rebecca, removing her apron from her face; "there edn nothing dangerous about it, es there?"

"Nothing more dangerous, ma'am, than the certainty of being laid up with a fever, or being devoured by snakes or lions; but that is a mere trifle, of course, not to be thought of seriously."

"Good greeacious!" exclaimed Rebecca, "es it so bad as that? Wouldn' you advise un not to go at all, Meeaster Josiah ?"

"He must decide that for himself," answered the postmaster; "but I can't forget that it is written in the book of

Jeremiah, Weep ye not for the dead,

neither bemoan him; but weep sore for