in such tones he commenced reading the following hymn; but changing his manner towards the concluding stanzas, burst forth with a pealing exultation and joy —

“The ribs and terrors in the whale,

Arched over me a dismal gloom,

While all God’s sun-lit waves rolled by,

And lift me deepening down to doom.

“I saw the opening maw of hell,

With endless pains and sorrows there;

Which none but they that feel can tell —

Oh, I was plunging to despair.

“In black distress, I called my God,