e gave a half-shriek of terror as she saw him, quick as
lightning, gliding down the rigging. He, in another moment, was by her
side. A blush was on his manly cheek, as he took her hand and warmly
pressed it. They talked earnestly for some time. He did not ask her to
move from the spot where they stood. At length, with a sigh, having
shaken hands with the lad, he prepared to help her into the boat. Her
last words, pronounced in a firm, though sweet voice, were, "Oh!
remember."

I was particularly struck by her quiet, modest manner, and her pleasing,
intelligent expression of countenance. We had despatches for Jamaica
and other West India Islands, which we visited in turn. Ellis
continued, as at first, one of the most quiet, well-behaved men in the
ship. Every moment of his watch below--that is to say, when off duty--
he was engaged in reading, chiefly, as I afterwards found, the Bible.
In those days, a Bible on the lower deck was a rarity, and religious
books were still less often seen. The _Rainbow_ formed no exception to
the rule, and Ellis got to be looked at with suspicion and dislike by
the greater number of the men. He was equally disliked by some of the
officers. The reason was clear--his life and example was a reproach to
them.

We had not been long in that treacherous clime before "Yellow Jack," as
sailors call the yellow fever, came on board. Numbers of our crew were
speedily down with it. Several died, and the pestilence increased. The
ship's company, as sometimes occurs, took a panic, and men who would
boldly have faced a visible enemy, trembled with dread at the thoughts
of being struck down by the fever. It was difficult to get men to
attend properly on the sick. Ellis was an exception; he immediately
volunteered for that duty, and was indefatigable in its performance. He
did more, I found; he spoke words of counsel and encouragement to the
sick and dying; he pointed out to them the Saviour, on whom looking with
repentance and faith in His all-sufficient work, they might be assured
of forgiveness.

Harry Lethbridge, a young midshipman, was among the first attacked.
Ellis carefully watched over the boy. Whenever he had performed his
other duties, he returned to the side of the hammock in which Harry lay,
bathed his face, sponged out his mouth, and gave him cooling drinks,
like the most gentle of nurses. More than once the doctor told me,
however, that he was afraid the young midshipman