restless feet of many a man hurrying to and fro; but none of these
things moved us, and the service was vigorously maintained for
nearly an hour and a half. Mr. Pearce, the Army Scripture Reader,
gave out the hymns; I read a chapter and gave an address as
brightly tender and practical as I could make it; sundry soldiers
also spoke and prayed; and a manifestly gracious impression was
produced on all present. The men are eager to listen when
sanctified common-sense is talked, and are just as ready
good-naturedly to note anything that in the slightest degree is
odd. One of our godliest helpers has a powerful voice, but
sometimes inserts a sort of sentimental tremolo into his singing,
which makes it distinctly suggestive of the bleating of a sheep. I
was sitting in my cabin close by when this preliminary singing was
started, and was not left many moments in doubt as to its
unmistakable sheepishness, or lamb-likeness, for almost immediately
I heard some of the young rascals sitting round put in a subdued
accompaniment of "Baa-a-a." Yet none the less the song moved on to
its triumphant close. And thus, amid tears and harmless mirth, we
are sowing on board this ship the seeds of eternal life, humbly
trusting that the Lord of the harvest will not suffer our labour to
be wholly in vain.'

Or take this as a later picture from a private letter sent home by the
Rev. Frank Edwards, Acting-Chaplain to the Welsh Wesleyan troops. Mr.
Edwards went out at his own charge to render spiritual help to his
countrymen.

'This morning we had a splendid parade service. It was held on the
upper deck. The captain had a large awning put up specially for the
service. A stand was then erected by the chief officer, and a few