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By Philip Wendell Crannell, D. D.,

"Lest haply we drift away." — Heb. 2:1.
By Philip Wendell Crannell, D. D.,

"Lest haply we drift away." — Heb. 2:1.

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THE HISTORY OF A DERELICT.By Philip Wendell Crannell, D. D.,"Lest haply we drift away." — Heb. 2:1.ONE of the saddest sights at sea is that of an abandoned ship.The lookout on the bridge or in the cro'nest, as he strainshis eyes east, north, west, south, catches sight of some dark objectoutlined against the sky, or the gleam now fitful as the firelight,now with the regularity of the signal mirror of sunlight reflectedfrom wet surfaces that roll in the sea. It is not a steamer, for nolong trail of smoke follows her. It can hardly be a sailing vessel, orelse it is one of strange and unlmown rig. But at last they drawnear to the strange object. A boat is lowered, brawny arms sendit dancing over the rising waves. _With difficulty they board therolling hulk. As they leap over the side, it is a scene of desolationthat greets them. Her foremast has snapped ofi close to the deck,only the stump of her mainmast is standing, the mizzenmast, andthat alone is unbroken. From this hangs a loose spar with tangledropes and a piece of sail. This swings and hammers. The wirestays of the top-spars have held them, broken off as they are, andthey have been pounding the ship's shivering sides in the awfulwind, one of them driven by the furious force of the waves has burstthrough the planking like a battering-ram and is stuck fast. Thedeck and masts are a tangle of wire cordage. Eailings are carriedaway, the main hatch has been swept off, the deck is broken, thepumps are smashed, the water tank dashed against the rail. Moresignificant than all, the steering wheel is racing now this way, nowthat, as the waves sweep the rudder back and forth. Its spokes aresplintered. Half its rim has been carried away by a falling boom.All this the quick eye of the sailor grasps in a moment. Theydescend into the fo'k'sle and galley. There are the supper dishes.444 TPIE AMERICAN BAPTIST PULPIT. just as they have been left, a loaf of bread half cut away, a soup bone
on the floor. They pass into the cabin. Deserted! But what isthat ? A letter nailed to the table. With one wrench of a knife thenail is loosened and they read :"Bark Alice Roy, bound for Quebec, dismantled in a hurricanethe night of August 19th, two days out from New York, off Nan-tucket Shoals. Officers and crew saved by English steamer boundfor London.Master, James McMurtry.Mate, Thomas Teery.^'And so with all her rich cargo within her bosom, her hull un-wounded she is left to drift up and down in the steamers' track.Such is the story of the sea the pilot-boat brought back to us oneday.A derelict is an abandoned ship, a ship that drifts. I^o hand is ather wheel. No pilot guides her course. As helplessly as a log sherolls in the long wash of the sea or is pushed on before the gale, use-less to any one, a menace to every one. God help us, there are liveslike that ! Masts may or may not be broken down, sails may or maynot be shredded by the wind, rails carried away or not. Thisship may be a shapeless hulk or it may be to-day a stately pleasureyacht with every spar and stay and sail intact, without a scratchon polished sides or dent in even keel, but there is no guiding handat the wheel, no steadfast eye keeps gaze on star or compass. Thecrew may be still on board. Accomplishments, attainments, endow-ments may make up a splendid force of men, but they lack onehand, the pilot's ; the wheel races, now this wa}^, now that way ; theship of that human life flees now before the west wind, now beforethe east wind dragged northward or southward by the invisible tugof this current or that, and so goes drifting up and down the oceanof life, getting nowhere, a menace to every life that comes near it.We watch them as they heave in sight upon the sea and we say sadlyas we see them, "Rudderless, pilotless, derelict!"Study with me the history of a derelict. How it came to be a
derelict, what its middle history, its voyages and its achievements,and what its end is — the unguided life.THE HISTORY OF A DEEZLICT. 445How does a derelict come to be one? How does a ship come tobe abandoned? How does a life come to be Tinguided? The oldhtilk rolls and tosses^, helpless, wretched. On another day"She standsWith her foot upon the sandsDecked with flags and streamers gay,In honor of her marriage dav,Eeady to beThe bride of the gray old sea ... .Then at lastWith one exulting, joyous bound,She leaps into the ocean's arms!And lo, from the assembled crowdThere rose a shout, prolonged and loud,That to the ocean seemed to say,Take her, O bridegroom, old and gray,Take her to thy protecting arms,With all her youth, and all her charms l"From that to this, how ?Many are the ways. It was an awful storm that struck the AlicePioy. Bowling along, all sails spread, the crew did not notice thesigns of sea and sky, and the blast beat her over on her beam ends,tore ofi her masts, lashed her quivering sides with her own spars,pounded her with airy and watery battering-rams and drove hercrew from out her. Some awful calamity, some sudden attack of Satan, some unexpected storm of sin, some blast of temptationswooped down upon that life just laiinched, not two days out, andtook heart and hope and conrage and will away, and on a starless

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