"god Knows."

[An emigrant ship reccntly foundered in a storm, and of the 220 who went down, only one - a iittlc cbild- drifted ashorn. When the waii wjs laid at rest from her troubled baptism, sonictípáy asked the question. " AVhat name ?:' and the reply was, "God knoWB." A gentleman present, ttmched by the words, caused a headstone to ho erected beariug ouly this : " God Kuows."} An emigi-iviit Hliip wiöft a world aboard Went down by the head on the Kentish coa ít, No iattor of buuting at half-icast lowered, No cannon to loll for the creatnres lost. Two hnndred aiid twenty their soult lot slip, Two hundred and twenty wlth speechless lip Went staggering dcvn in the foundercd Khip ! Nobody can teil it - nor you nor I{ Thf! frenzy of fright w-hen lighiuing thought Wove like a shuttle the fur aid tho nigh, Shot quivcring gleams throngh the long-forgot And lighted the years with a ghastly glare, A aecond a year, and a socond to spare ! 'Mid surges of water and gasps of prayer. Tlifi heavens were doom. and the Lord was dmnb, Tbc cloud and the breaker were blent in 011e, No angel in sight - nor any to come ! God pardon their sins for the Chriet Hls Son ! The tempest died down as the tempest will, The sca in a rivulet drowse lay still, Ak tame as the moon ou a window-sill, The roses were red on the tugged hill- The roses that blow in the oarly light, And die into gray in the mists of uight. Then drifted ashore in a night-gown dressed, A waif of a girl with her sanded hair, And hands like a prayer on her cold blue breast, And a smile ou her niouth that was not despair. No stitch on the garment ever to teil Who borc her, who lost her, wbo loved her well, Unnamed as a rose - was it Norah or Nell ? The coasters and arouud her stood And gazcd on the treasure-lrovc upward caet, As round a dead robin the sturdy wood, lts plumage all rent and the whirlwind past. They laid a white croes on her home-made vest; The coftïn was rade au a red-breast's nest, And poor was the shroud, but a ierfect reet Feil down ou the cfíd like dew on the West. A ripple of sod just covercd her over, Nobody to bid htT " Good nlght, uiy bird !" Spring waited to wcave a qnilt of red ciover, Nobody alive had her pet name heard. " What name ? asked the preacher. " God Knows V' iliey said, Nor waited nor wept as they made her bed, But Bculptured " God Knows !" on the Rlate-ather head. The legend be oura when the night runs wild, The road oxit of sight and the stars gone homo, Lost hope or lost heart, lost Pieiad or child, RfemembOT the worda at the namolcss tomb ! gewildered and blind the soul finds repost f Whpthcr oyprese or laurel bloeaome and blows, WJbatover betides, i'or the good " (ïod knows!" ' God knowB" all tlic wliilo, pur ftlfofinéBs Nis sight, Our darkness llis day, oiir wealsiesa Hia might]