dash its effort ; it looks upwardwith a youthful face, even in thearms of death.And to-day we begin. The sailsare spread ; the wind blows freshlyfrom the land ; we lift the anchor,and one by one round the pier,and before us is the wide andtumbling sea. And from silentwitnesses, encompassing us like acloud, great cheer arises, wishingus good fortune ; but good fortunewon by heroic endurance, heroicact, and by an heroic heart ; wish-ing us the strength of God ourTHE SHIP OP THE SOUL. OFather, and the grace of our LordJesus Christ; but the strengthmade ours by faith and prayer andwatchfulness ; by noble resistanceto the storms of evil and thecraft of sloth ; and the grace madeours by love and hope and joy,that have their source in the lifethat Jesus led, and the doctrinethat He taught. "Farewell!"they cry. " Live well, fight well,steer straight, keep a sharp look out, defend the right, succour thedisabled ships, and find the islandsof the blest who see God." Withthat cry in our ears we enter theopen sea. How many of us shallreturn? Some will sink in mid-ocean, and perchance find under-neath its waves the Happy Land.Others the storm shall smite, andthey will return with shatteredbulwark and riven sail to refit forthe year to come. Others willbring back a noble cargo, or thenews of some great discovery.