The interior of St. James-s Church, in Havenpool Town, was slowly darkening under the close clouds of a winter afternoon.- It was Sunday: service had just ended, the face of the parson in the pulpit was buried in his hands, and the congregation, with a cheerful sigh of release, were rising from their knees to depart.

For the moment the stillness was so complete that the surging of the sea could be heard outside the harbour-bar.- Then it was broken by the footsteps of the clerk going towards the west door to open it in the usual manner for the exit of the assembly.- Before, however, he had reached the doorway, the latch was lifted from without, and the dark figure of a man in a sailor-s garb appeared against the light.

The clerk stepped aside, the sailor closed the door gently behind him, and advanced up the nave till he stood at the chancel-step.- The parson looked up from the private little prayer which, after so many for the parish, he quite fairly took for himself; rose to his feet, and stared at the intruder.

-I beg your pardon, sir,- said the sailor, addressing the minister in a voice distinctly audible to all the congregation.- -I have come here to offer thanks for my narrow escape from shipwreck.- I am given to understand that it is a proper thing to do, if you have no objection?-

The parson, after a moment-s pause, said hesitatingly, -I have no objection; certainly.- It is usual to mention any such wish before service, so that the proper words may be used in the General Thanksgiving.- But, if you wish, we can read from the form for use after a storm at sea.-

-Ay, sure; I ain-t particular,- said the sailor.

The clerk thereupon directed the sailor to the page in the prayer-book where the collect of thanksgiving would be found, and the rector began reading it, the sailor kneeling where he stood, and repeating it after him word by word in a distinct voice.- The people, who had remained agape and motionless at the proceeding, mechanically knelt down likewise; but they continued to regard the isolated form of the sailor who, in the precise middle of the chancel-step, remained fixed on his knees, facing the east, his hat beside him, his hands joined, and he quite unconscious of his appearance in their regard.

When his thanksgiving had come to an end he rose; the people rose also, and all went out of church together.- As soon as the sailor emerged, so that the remaining daylight fell upon his face, old inhabitants began to recognize him as no other than Shadrach Jolliffe, a young man who had not been seen at Havenpool for several years.- A son of the town, his parents had died when he was quite young, on which account he had early gone to sea, in the Newfoundland trade.