of the men draped it with flags, and I had a large box covered with
the Union Jack to serve me as a pulpit. Then the men were marched
up and formed into three sides of a square, of which the preacher
and my choir formed the fourth side. The centre of the square was
occupied by the officers.

'It was the most memorable service of my life. We opened with the
hymn,--

"Stand up, stand up for Jesus,"

and the strains of that hymn from hundreds of manly voices was
carried far out upon the waters. Then we had the Liturgy, and the
responses came clear and strong in true military style. The singing
of the grand old Te Deum was most impressive. We sang an Easter
hymn with great feeling and earnestness, and before the sermon,

"Jesu, Lover of my soul."

Oh! how those men joined in the singing. It seemed to become a
prayer on every lip, and the fitting expression of the thought of
every heart. Its meaning was clearer than it had ever been before.

"While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high."

Then came the sermon, which was no sermon at all. True, I took a
text, Isa. lxiii. 1, and I had a sermon in my mind. But when I
looked round at those men, and thought how we were all standing on
the very brink of eternity, and how few, perhaps, would ever see