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"
God
only
!
Whatsoever
He
shall
choose
for
me
in
life
,
in
death
,
and
after
death
,
is
best
.
"
And
closing
my
eyes
,
I
resigned
my
life
to
the
mercy
of
the
soft
waves
,
and
with
the
sunbeams
warm
upon
my
face
,
I
slept
.
I
woke
again
with
an
icy
shudder
and
cry
--
rough
cheery
voices
sounded
in
my
ears
--
strong
hands
were
at
work
busily
unfastening
the
cords
with
which
I
was
bound
,
...
I
was
on
the
deck
of
a
large
steamer
,
surrounded
by
a
group
of
men
--
and
all
the
glory
of
the
sunset
fired
the
seas
.
Questions
were
poured
upon
me
,
...
I
could
not
answer
them
,
for
my
tongue
was
parched
and
blistered
,
...
lifted
upright
upon
my
feet
by
sturdy
arms
,
I
could
not
stand
for
sheer
exhaustion
.
Dimly
,
and
in
feeble
dread
I
stared
around
me
--
--
was
this
great
vessel
with
smoking
funnels
and
grinding
engines
another
devil
's
craft
set
sailing
round
the
world
!
Too
weak
to
find
a
voice
I
made
dumb
signs
of
terrified
inquiry
,
...
a
broad-shouldered
bluff-looking
man
came
forward
,
whose
keen
eyes
rested
on
me
with
kindly
compassion
.
"
This
is
an
English
vessel
,
"
he
said
--
"
We
are
bound
for
Southampton
.
Our
helmsman
saw
you
floating
ahead
--
we
stopped
and
sent
a
boat
for
rescue
.
Where
were
you
wrecked
?
Any
more
of
the
crew
afloat
?
"
I
gazed
at
him
,
but
could
not
speak
.
The
strangest
thoughts
crowded
into
my
brain
,
moving
me
to
wild
tears
and
laughter
.
England
!
The
word
struck
clashing
music
on
my
mind
,
and
set
all
my
pulses
trembling
.
England
!
The
little
spot
upon
the
little
world
,
most
loved
and
honoured
of
all
men
,
save
those
who
envy
its
worth
!
I
made
some
gesture
,
whether
of
joy
or
mad
amazement
I
know
not
--
--
had
I
been
able
to
speak
I
could
have
related
nothing
that
those
men
around
me
could
have
comprehended
or
believed
,
...
then
I
sank
back
again
in
a
dead
swoon
.
They
were
very
good
to
me
,
all
those
English
sailors
.
The
captain
gave
me
his
own
cabin
--
the
ship
's
doctor
attended
me
with
a
zeal
that
was
only
exceeded
by
his
curiosity
to
know
where
I
came
from
,
and
the
nature
of
the
disaster
that
had
befallen
me
.
But
I
remained
dumb
,
and
lay
inert
and
feeble
in
my
berth
,
grateful
for
the
care
bestowed
upon
me
,
as
well
as
for
the
temporary
exhaustion
that
deprived
me
of
speech
.
For
I
had
enough
to
do
with
my
own
thoughts
--
thoughts
far
too
solemn
and
weighty
for
utterance
.
I
was
saved
--
I
was
given
another
chance
of
life
in
the
world
--
and
I
knew
why
!
My
one
absorbing
anxiety
now
was
to
retrieve
my
wasted
time
,
and
to
do
active
good
where
hitherto
I
had
done
nothing
!
The
day
came
at
last
,
when
I
was
sufficiently
recovered
to
be
able
to
sit
on
deck
and
watch
with
eager
eyes
the
approaching
coast-line
of
England
.
I
seemed
to
have
lived
a
century
since
I
left
it
--
aye
,
almost
an
eternity
--
for
time
is
what
the
Soul
makes
it
,
and
no
more
.
I
was
an
object
of
interest
and
attention
among
all
the
passengers
on
board
,
for
as
yet
I
had
not
broken
silence
.
The
weather
was
calm
and
bright
,
...
the
sun
shone
gloriously
--
and
far
off
the
pearly
rim
of
Shakespeare
's
'
happy
isle
'
glistened
jewel-like
upon
the
edge
of
the
sea
.
The
captain
came
and
looked
at
me
--
nodded
encouragingly
--
and
after
a
moment
's
hesitation
,
said
--
"
Glad
to
see
you
out
on
deck
!
Almost
yourself
again
,
eh
?
"
