Chapter XIX: The "three Bells."

Captain Leighton, of the British ship _Three Bells_, some years ago rescued the crew of an American vessel sinking in mid-ocean. Unable to take them off in the storm and darkness, he kept by them until morning, running down often during the night, as near to them as he dared, and shouting to them through his trumpet, "Never fear! hold on! I'll stand by you!"

Beneath the low-hung night-cloud
That raked her splintering mast,
The good ship settled slowly,
The cruel leak gained fast.

Over the awful ocean
Her signal guns pealed out.
Dear God! was that Thy answer
From the horror round about?

A voice came down the wild wind,
"Ho! ship ahoy!" its cry:
"Our stout _Three Bells_ of Glasgow
Shall stand till daylight by!"

Hour after hour crept slowly,
Yet on the heaving swells
Tossed up and down the ship-lights,
The lights of the _Three Bells_.

And ship to ship made signals,
Man answered back to man,
While oft to cheer and hearten
The _Three Bells_ nearer ran.

And the captain from her taffrail
Sent down his hopeful cry,
"Take heart! hold on!" he shouted,
"The _Three Bells_ shall stand by!"

All night across the water
The tossing lights shone clear;
All night from reeling taffrail
The _Three Bells_ sent her cheer.

And when the dreary watches
Of storm and darkness passed,
Just as the wreck lurched under,
All souls were saved at last.

Sail on, _Three Bells_, for ever,
In grateful memory sail!
Ring on, _Three Bells_ of rescue,
Above the wave and gale!

J. G. WHITTIER.