Beyond the City: A Poem

LIFE OF ST. PAUL FOR THE YOUNG. 881

At last they were cheered by the sight of land, though they knew not its name. Discovering a creek, they purposed to enter it and land on the sandy beach. The foresail was set, the anchors taken up, the rudder bands loosened, and the vessel moved. But the forepart was stuck fast in a sand bank concealed by the waves. Opposing currents struck the hinder part, which was driven to pieces by the violence of the billows. In a few minutes, Paul's word had come true that there should be the loss of the ship. The soldiers saw that they could reach the land. So could the prisoners. If they escaped the soldiers would be severely punished by Roman authority. So they proposed to kill all the prisoners, thus dyeing the waters dashing over the breaking ship with blood of those who had helped to save them from drowning. ' 'But the centurion, willing to save Paul, kept them from their purpose." Once more could be said to Paul, "Lo, God hath given thee all them that sail with thee." The centurion gave orders that all the soldiers who could, should plunge into the water and swim to the shore. Not only they, but all escaped safe to land. From Paul's fourth shipwreck he was saved. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

BEYOND THE CITY.

Beyond the city's busy hum. Beyond the city and its toil, Beyond its want, its sin and care, It makes my heart forget its pain, I linger at the set of sun, To watch the farmer till the soil, And feel that God is nearer there. Or gather in the ripened grain. Beyond the city where the hay, Beyond the city! That is where, Newmown, with fragrance fills the I fain would rest when life is done,

breeze Within the shadow of the hills,

That from my brow drives care away, Until he comes— the Holy One.

And ends in song among the trees. Grace Ingles Frost. Salt Lake City, Utah.