greatly weakened me, and I felt certain that, should this continue, it would soon be all over, and I prayed that the wind might change, or that God would take away my senses before I felt what it was to drown. In less time than I am telling you I had driven over the sands into smooth water, the wind and swell came again from the eastward, and my strength returned to me as fresh as in the beginning.'

He now felt assured that he could reach the shore, but he considered it would be better to get within hail of the brig, some distance to the southward of him, and the most difficult task of the two, as the ebb tide was now running, which, although it carried him towards the land, set to the northward; and to gain the object of his choice would require much greater exertion. But, said Brock, 'If I gained the shore, could I get out of the surf, which at this time was heavy on the beach? And supposing I succeeded in this point, should I be able to walk, climb the cliffs, and get to a house? If not, there was little chance of life remaining long in me; but if I could make myself heard on board the brig, then I should secure immediate assistance. I got within two hundred yards of her, the nearest possible approach, and summoning all my strength, I sung out as well as if I had been on shore.' Brock was fortunately answered from the deck, a boat was instantly lowered, and at half-past one A.M., having swam seven hours in an October night, he was safe on board the brig_Betsy of Sunderland, coal laden, at anchor in Corton Roads, fourteen miles from the spot where the boat was capsized.

Once safe on board, 'nature cried enough;' he fainted, and continued insensible for some time. All that humanity could suggest was done for him by the captain and his crew; and by rubbing him dry, and putting him in hot blankets, he was at length,

with great difficulty, enabled to swallow a little warm ale; but it caused excruciating pain, as his throat was in a high state of inflammation from inhaling so long the saline particles of sea and air, and it was now swollen very much, and, as he says, he feared he should be suffocated. He, however, after a little time, fell into a sleep, which refreshed and strengthened him, but he awoke to intense bodily suffering. Round his neck and chest he was perfectly flayed: the soles of his feet, his hands, and his hamstrings, were also very sore. In this state, at about nine A.M., the brig getting under weigh with the tide, he was put on shore at Lowestoft in Suffolk, whence he immediately despatched a messenger to Yarmouth with the sad tidings of the fate of the boat and the rest of her crew.

Being now safely housed under the roof of a relative, with good nursing and medical assistance, he was enabled to walk back to Yarmouth in five days from the time of the accident. The knife, which he considers as the great means of his being saved, is preserved with great care, and in all probability will be shown a century hence by his descendants. It is a common horn-handled knife, having one blade about five inches long. A piece of silver is now riveted on, and covers one side, on which is the following inscription, giving the names of the crew of the boat when she upset :-'Brown, Emmerson, Smith, Bray, Budds, Fenn, Rushmere, Boult: Brock, aided by this knife, was saved, after being seven and a half hours in the sea, 6th Oct. 1835.'

'It was a curious thing, sir,' said Brock, as I was listening to his extraordinary narrative, 'that I had been without a knife for some time, and only purchased this two days before it became so useful to me; and having to make some boat's tholes, it was as sharp

as a razor.

I know not what phrenologists might say to Brock's

head, but I fancied, whilst studying his very handsome face and expression of countenance, that there I could see his heart. His bodily proportions, excepting height, are Herculean, standing only five feet five inches high; his weight, without any protuberance of body, is fourteen stone; his age at the time spoken of was thirty-one; his manners are quiet, yet communicative; he tells his tale neither tainted by bombast nor any clap-trap to awaken the sympathies of those that have flocked about him. In the honest manliness of his heart he thus addressed me-'I always considered Emmerson a better swimmer than myself; but, poor fellow, he did not hold out long. I ought 'to be a good-living chap, sir, for three times have I been saved by swimming.'

One trait more, which he did not tell me, and I have done. A very good subscription was made for the widows and children of Brock's unfortunate companions, and a fund being established for their relief, the surplus was offered to him. This was his answer: -'I am obliged to you, gentlemen, but, thank God, I can still get my own living as well as ever, and I could not spend the money that was given to the fatherless and the widow.'

We may add that Brock still survives, and is by no means a stranger to the inhabitants of Yarmouth and its neighbourhood, or the numerous visitors who frequent this part of the coast."

Was not this a perilous and wonderful adventure? Brock will never forget it. May he be grateful to the God of his life who preserved him! He is yet alive we are told. Should he read these lines, we would earnestly request him to peruse carefully the following beautiful verses-they may help to direct him to ONE who is "as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest," and who has said to all who

trust in him, "When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee."

"Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud-the night was dark,
The ocean yawn'd-and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose,

It was the star of Bethlehem.

It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm and dangers' thrall
It led me to the port of peace.

Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever, and for evermore,

The Star!-The Star of Bethlehem!"

RESCUE OF A SUTTEE.

SUTTEE means the burning of the living body of the wife with the dead body of the husband. This shockingly cruel custom has long been practised in the East Indies. Christian Missionaries, who went to India, were horrified on seeing such revolting sights, and they never rested until the British Government abolished Suttee.

The following took place before the abolition of the custom, and is related by Mr. Amos Sutton, an active missionary in Orissa, who was sent out by the General Baptists of England. Sometimes the eldest son was compelled to set fire to the pile which consumed the bodies of his own parents! Are not the dark places of the earth full of the habitations of cruelty? Mr. Sutton says, "We were informed that there would be a suttee in the afternoon. Brother Bampton

wrote to the different Europeans at the station, thinking that some, from motives of curiosity or humanity, might wish to attend; but no hope could be entertained of saving the poor woman, as we were told that she had already burned her fingers in order to prove her fortitude. Brother Bampton having seen one suttee, and being disgusted at the horrid scene, declined going. Feeling persuaded from what he then saw and did, that it was vain to attempt to save the wretched victim, he despaired of doing any good. I however felt a desire to witness the horrid work, that I might speak from experience; and two military gentlemen having expressed their determination to go, at about half-past four we set off towards the spot where the suttee was to take place. The name of the place is Swergo Dwar, or the gate of heaven, a place thickly strewed with human skulls and skeletons of Juggernaut's adorers.

About a furlong from the pit we ascertained, from the noise of the tin kettles and drums, that the woman was approaching. In a few minutes a vast concourse of people made their appearance, shouting and beating their drums. Even little children were employed in this unholy work.

In the centre of a crowd we discerned the destined victim, surrounded by a slight hoop of bamboo, so that she might walk clear from the press. She appeared to be under twenty years of age, and of an interesting appearance. Round her person was wrapped a white cloth, smeared with tumeric; under her right arm she carried a handy, or earthern pot, containing a little rice, a piece of cocoa nut, one or two other trifling things, and some fire to throw into the pit, which was lighted at Juggernaut's temple; in her left hand she held some pice, (half-pence,) which she was to distribute to the bystanders. Her jet black hair was smeared with ghee and other greasy substances, and decorated with flowers and gaudy orna