Now was his time, so putting on a spurt, for which he had saved his breath, he went bounding ahead of all the others, and amid loud hurrahs came first into the goal.
Benny never felt so proud in his life before as when that first prize—a brand new sixpence—was put into his hand. His success, however, disqualified him from competing again, so he had to content himself with watching the others run.
But the most delightful circumstance of all to Nelly was when all the children stood up in a large circle, and sang in their pure young voices the following hymn:—
"Land ahead! Its fruits are waving
0'er the fields of fadeless green ;
And the living waters laving
Shores where heavenly forms are seen.
"There let go the anchor. Biding,
On this calm and silvery bay,
Seaward fast the tide is gliding,
Shores in sunlight stretch away.
"Now we're safe from all temptation,
All the storms of life are past ;
Praise the Rock of our salvation.
We are safely home at last."
Nelly never forgot that little hymn to her dying day; and when that evening they glided down the placid river towards home, she repeated to herself over and over again—
"Seaward fast the tide is gliding.
Shores in sunlight stretch away."
And when in her little comer she lay down to sleep, it
