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INTERNET OF THINGS AND DATA
ANALYTICS HANDBOOK
Contents ix

12 Wireless Sensor Networks 197

David Y. Fong

12.1 Introduction 197

12.2 Characteristics of Wireless Sensor Networks 198
12.3 Distributed Computing 201
12.4 Parallel Computing 202
12.5 Self‐Organizing Networks 205
12.6 Operating Systems for Sensor Networks 206
12.7 Web of Things (WoT) 207
12.8 Wireless Sensor Network Architecture 208
12.9 Modularizing the Wireless Sensor Nodes 209
12.10 Conclusion 210
References 210
Further Reading 213

13 Networking Protocols and Standards for Internet of Things 215

Tara Salman and Raj Jain

13.1 Introduction 215

13.2 IoT Data Link Protocols 218
13.3 Network Layer Routing Protocols 224
13.4 Network Layer Encapsulation Protocols 225
13.5 Session Layer Protocols 227
13.6 IoT Management Protocols 232
13.7 Security in IoT Protocols 233
13.8 IoT Challenges 234
13.9 Summary 235
References 235

14 IoT Architecture 239

Shyam Varan Nath

14.1 Introduction 239

14.2 Architectural Approaches 239
14.3 Business Markitecture 242
14.4 Functional Architecture 243
14.5 Application Architecture 243
14.6 Data and Analytics Architecture 246
14.7 Technology Architecture 246
14.8 Security and Governance 248
References 249

15 A Designer’s Guide to the Internet of Wearable Things 251

David Hindman and Peter Burnham

15.1 Introduction 251

15.2 Interface Glanceability 252
xCONTENTS

15.3 The Right Data at the Right Time 254

15.4 Consistency Across Channels 255
15.5 From Public to Personal 260
15.6 Nonvisual UI 262
15.7 Emerging Patterns 264
15.8 Conclusion 265
References 266
Further Reading 266

16 Beacon Technology with IoT and Big Data 267

Nick Stein and Stephanie Urbanski

16.1 Introduction to Beacons 267

16.2 What is Beacon Technology 269
16.3 Beacon and BLE Interaction 270
16.4 Where Beacon Technology can be Applied/Used 271
16.5 Big Data and Beacons 273
16.6 San Francisco International Airport (SFO) 274
16.7 Future Trends and Conclusion 280
References 281

17 SCADA Fundamentals and Applications in the IoT 283

Rich Hunzinger

17.1 Introduction 283

17.2 What Exactly is SCADA? 285
17.3 Why is SCADA the Right Foundation for an IoT Platform? 287
17.4 Case Study: Algae Lab Systems 290
17.5 The Future of SCADA and the Potential of the IoT 290
References 293
Further Reading 293

PART III DATA ANALYTICS TECHNOLOGIES 295

18 Data Analysis and Machine Learning Effort in Healthcare:

Organization, Limitations, and Development of an Approach 297
Oleg Roderick, Nicholas Marko, David Sanchez and Arun Aryasomajula

18.1 Introduction 297

18.2 Data Science Problems in Healthcare 298
18.3 Qualifications and Personnel in Data Science 306
18.4 Data Acquisition and Transformation 310
18.5 Basic Principles of Machine Learning 316
18.6 Case Study: Prediction of Rare Events on Nonspecific Data 321
18.7 Final Remarks 324
References 325
Contents xi

19 Data Analytics and Predictive Analytics in the Era

of Big Data 329
Amy Shi‐Nash and David R. Hardoon

19.1 Data Analytics and Predictive Analytics 329

19.2 Big Data and Impact to Analytics 334
19.3 Conclusion 343
References 344

20 Strategy Development and Big Data Analytics 347

Neil Fraser

20.1 Introduction 347

20.2 Maximizing the Influence of Internal Inputs
for Strategy Development 348
20.3 A Higher Education Case Study 352
20.4 Maximizing the Influence of External Inputs
for Strategy Development 356
20.5 Conclusion 363
References 363
Further Reading 364

21 Risk Modeling and Data Science 365

Joshua Frank

21.1 Introduction 365

21.2 What is Risk Modeling 365
21.3 The Role of Data Science in Risk Management 366
21.4 How to Prepare and Validate Risk Model 367
21.5 Tips and Lessons Learned 374
21.6 Future Trends and Conclusion 380
References 381

22 Hadoop Technology 383

Scott Shaw

22.1 Introduction 383

22.2 What is Hadoop Technology and Application? 384
22.3 Why Hadoop? 386
22.4 Hadoop Architecture 388
22.5 HDFS: What and how to use it 391
22.6 YARN: What and how to use it 392
22.7 Mapreduce: What and how to use it 394
22.8 Apache: What and how to use it 395
22.9 Future Trend and Conclusion 396
References 397
xiiCONTENTS

23 Security of IoT Data: Context, Depth, and Breadth Across Hadoop 399
Pratik Verma

23.1 Introduction 399

23.2 IoT Data in Hadoop 402
23.3 Security in IoT Platforms Built on Hadoop 402
23.4 Architectural Considerations for Implementing
Security in Hadoop 403
23.5 Breadth of Control 403
23.6 Context for Security 404
23.7 Security Policies and Rules Based on PxP Architecture 404
23.8 Conclusion 405
References 406

PART IV SMART EVERYTHING 407

24 Connected Vehicle 409

Adrian Pearmine

24.1 Introduction 409

24.2 Connected, Automated, and Autonomous Vehicle Technologies 410
24.3 Connected Vehicles from the Department
of Transportation Perspective 413
24.4 Policy Issues Around DSRC 414
24.5 Alternative forms of V2X Communications 414
24.6 DOT Connected Vehicle Applications 415
24.7 Other Connected Vehicle Applications 418
24.8 Migration Path from Connected and Automated
to Fully Autonomous Vehicles 419
24.9 Autonomous Vehicle Adoption Predictions 419
24.10 Market Growth for Connected and Autonomous
Vehicle Technology 422
24.11 Connected Vehicles in the Smart City 423
24.12 Issues not Discussed in this Chapter 423
24.13 Conclusion 425
References 426

25 In‐Vehicle Health and Wellness: An Insider Story 427

Pramita Mitra, Craig Simonds, Yifan Chen
and Gary Strumolo

25.1 Introduction 427

25.2 Health and Wellness Enabler Technologies inside the Car 429
25.3 Health and Wellness as Automotive Features 435
25.4 Top Challenges for Health and Wellness 440
25.5 Summary and Future Directions 444
References 444
Contents xiii

26 Industrial Internet 447

David Bartlett

26.1 Introduction (History, Why, and Benefits) 447

26.2 Definitions of Components and Fundamentals
of Industrial Internet 448
26.3 Application in Healthcare 450
26.4 Application in Energy 451
26.5 Application in Transport/Aviation and Others 453
26.6 Conclusion and Future Development 454
Further Reading 455

27 Smart City Architecture and Planning: Evolving Systems

through IoT 457
Dominique Davison and Ashley Z. Hand

27.1 Introduction 457

27.2 Cities and the Advent of Open Data 459
27.3 Buildings in Smarter Cities 460
27.4 The Trifecta of Technology 461
27.5 Emerging Solutions: Understanding Systems 462
27.6 Conclusion 464
References 465
Further Reading 465

28 Nonrevenue Water 467

Kenneth Thompson, Brian Skeens and Jennifer Liggett

28.1 Introduction and Background 467

28.2 NRW Anatomy 467
28.3 Economy and Conservation 468
28.4 Best Practice Standard Water Balance 469
28.5 NRW Control and Audit 469
28.6 Lessons Learned 472
28.7 Case Studies 473
28.8 The Future of Nonrevenue Water Reduction 479
28.9 Conclusion 479
References 480

29 IoT and Smart Infrastructure 481

George Lu and Y.J. Yang

29.1 Introduction 481

29.2 Engineering Decisions 482
29.3 Conclusion 492
References 493
Further Reading 493
xivCONTENTS

30 Internet of Things and Smart Grid Standardization 495

Girish Ghatikar

30.1 Introduction and Background 495

30.2 Digital Energy Accelerated by the Internet of Things 497
30.3 Smart Grid Power Systems and Standards 500
30.4 Leveraging IoTs and Smart Grid Standards 503
30.5 Conclusions and Recommendations 510
References 510

31 IoT Revolution in Oil and Gas Industry 513

Satyam Priyadarshy

31.1 Introduction 513

31.2 What is IoT Revolution in Oil and Gas Industry? 515
31.3 Case Study 516
31.4 Conclusion 519
References 520

32 Modernizing the Mining Industry with the Internet of Things 521

Rafael Laskier

32.1 Introduction 521

32.2 How IoT will Impact the Mining Industry 523
32.3 Case Study 535
32.4 Conclusion 541
Further Reading 542

33 Internet of Things (IoT)‐Based Cyber–Physical Frameworks

for Advanced Manufacturing and Medicine 545
J. Cecil

33.1 Introduction 545

33.2 Manufacturing and Medical Application Contexts 546
33.3 Overview of IoT‐Based Cyber–Physical Framework 548
33.4 Case Studies in Manufacturing and Medicine 548
33.5 Conclusion: Challenges, Road Map for the Future 556
Acknowledgments 558
References 559

PART V IoT/DATA ANALYTICS CASE STUDIES 563

34 Defragmenting Intelligent Transportation: A Practical Case Study 565

Alan Carlton, Rafael Cepeda and Tim Gammons

34.1 Introduction 565

34.2 The Transport Industry and Some Lessons from the Past 566
Contents xv

34.3 The Transport Industry: A Long Road Traveled 567

34.4 The Transport Industry: Current Status and Outlook 570
34.5 Use Case: oneTRANSPORT—a Solution to Today’s
Transport Fragmentation 572
34.6 oneTRANSPORT: Business Model 575
34.7 Conclusion 578
Acknowledgment 579
References 580

35 Connected and Autonomous Vehicles 581

Levent Guvenc, Bilin Aksun Guvenc and Mumin Tolga Emirler

35.1 Brief History of Automated and Connected Driving 581

35.2 Automated Driving Technology 583
35.3 Connected Vehicle Technology and the CV Pilots 587
35.4 Automated Truck Convoys 589
35.5 On‐Demand Automated Shuttles for a Smart City 590
35.6 A Unified Design Approach 591
35.7 Acronym and Description 592
References 594

36 Transit Hub: A Smart Decision Support System for Public

Transit Operations 597
Shashank Shekhar, Fangzhou Sun, Abhishek Dubey,
Aniruddha Gokhale, Himanshu Neema, Martin Lehofer
and Dan Freudberg

36.1 Introduction 597

36.2 Challenges 600
36.3 Integrated Sensors 600
36.4 Transit Hub System with Mobile Apps and Smart Kiosks 601
36.5 Conclusion 610
Acknowledgments 611
References 611

37 Smart Home Services Using the Internet of Things 613

Gene Wang and Danielle Song

37.1 Introduction 613

37.2 What Matters? 613
37.3 IoT for the Masses 614
37.4 Lifestyle Security Examples 615
37.5 Market Size 617
37.6 Characteristics of an Ideal System 619
37.7 IoT Technology 624
37.8 Conclusion 630
xviCONTENTS

38 Emotional Insights via Wearables 631

Gawain Morrison

38.1 Introduction 631

38.2 Measuring Emotions: What are they? 632
38.3 Measuring Emotions: How does it Work? 632
38.4 Leaders in Emotional Understanding 633
38.5 The Physiology of Emotion 635
38.6 Why Bother Measuring Emotions? 636
38.7 Use Case 1 636
38.8 Use Case 2 637
38.9 Use Case 3 640
38.10 Conclusion 640
Further Reading 641

39 A Single Platform Approach for the Management

of Emergency in Complex Environments such
as Large Events, Digital Cities, and Networked Regions 643
Francesco Valdevies

39.1 Introduction 643

39.2 Resilient City: Selex ES Safety and Security Approach 645
39.3 City Operating System: People, Place, and Organization
Protection 646
39.4 Cyber Security: Knowledge Protection 650
39.5 Intelligence 651
39.6 A Scalable Solution for Large Events, Digital Cities,
and Networked Regions 652
39.7 Selex ES Relevant Experiences in Security and Safety
Management in Complex Situations 652
39.8 Conclusion 657
Appendix 39.A How Build the Proposition 657
Appendix 39.B Details about Revision of the Initiative 658
Reference 663

40 Structural Health Monitoring 665

George Lu and Y.J. Yang

40.1 Introduction 665

40.2 Requirement 666
40.3 Engineering Decisions 667
40.4 Implementation 669
40.5 Conclusion 671
References 673
Further Reading 674
Contents xvii

41 Home Healthcare and Remote Patient Monitoring 675

Karthi Jeyabalan

41.1 Introduction 675

41.2 What the Case Study is About 676
41.3 Who are the Parties in the Case Study 677
41.4 Limitation, Business Case, and Technology Approach 678
41.5 Setup and Workflow Plan 678
41.6 What are the Success Stories in the Case Study 679
41.7 What Lessons Learned to be Improved 681
Further Reading 682

PART VI CLOUD, LEGAL, INNOVATION,

AND BUSINESS MODELS 683

42 Internet of Things and Cloud Computing 685

James Osborne

42.1 Introduction 685

42.2 What is Cloud Computing? 687
42.3 Cloud Computing and IoT 688
42.4 Common IoT Application Scenarios 690
42.5 Cloud Security and IoT 693
42.6 Cloud Computing and Makers 695
42.7 An Example Scenario 696
42.8 Conclusion 697
References 697

43 Privacy and Security Legal Issues 699

Francoise Gilbert

43.1 Unique Characteristics 699

43.2 Privacy Issues 701
43.3 Data Minimization 704
43.4 Deidentification 708
43.5 Data Security 710
43.6 Profiling Issues 714
43.7 Research and Analytics 715
43.8 IoT and DA Abroad 716
References 717

44 IoT and Innovation 719

William Kao

44.1 Introduction 719

44.2 What is Innovation? 719
xviiiCONTENTS

44.3 Why is Innovation Important? Drivers and Benefits 724

44.4 How: The Innovation Process 725
44.5 Who does the Innovation? Good Innovator Skills 727
44.6 When: In a Product Cycle when does Innovation Takes Part? 729
44.7 Where: Innovation Areas in IoT 730
44.8 Conclusion 732
References 733
Further Reading 734

45 Internet of Things Business Models 735

Hubert C.Y. Chan

45.1 Introduction 735

45.2 IoT Business Model Framework Review 736
45.3 Framework Development 740
45.4 Case Studies 743
45.5 Discussion and Summary 755
45.6 Limitations and Future Research 756
References 756

Index 759
LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS

Scott Amyx, Amyx McKinsey, San Francisco, CA, USA

Arun Aryasomajula, Division of Analytics Research and Clinical Informatics,
Department of Data Science, Geisinger Health System, Danville, PA, USA
Brenda Bannan, Ph.D., George Mason University, Fairfax, VA, USA
David Bartlett, General Electric, San Ramon, CA, USA
Peter Burnham, FJORD, San Francisco, CA, USA
Alan Carlton, InterDigital Europe Ltd, London, UK
J. Cecil, Ph.D., Co-Director, Computer Science Department, Center for Cyber
Physical Systems, Oklahoma State University, Stillwater, OK, USA
Rafael Cepeda, Ph.D., InterDigital Europe Ltd, London, UK
Hubert C.Y. Chan, DBA, The Hong Kong Polytechnic University, Hong Kong, China
Yifan Chen, Ph.D., Ford Research and Advanced Engineering, Dearborn, MI, USA
Dominique Davison, AIA, DRAW Architecture + Urban Design, Kansas City,
MO, USA
Abhishek Dubey, Ph.D., Institute for Software Integrated Systems, Vanderbilt
University, Nashville, TN, USA
Mumin Tolga Emirler, Ph.D., Ohio State University, Columbus, OH, USA
David Y. Fong, Ph.D., CITS Group, San Jose, CA, USA
xx LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS

Joshua Frank, Ph.D., Intuit Inc., Woodland Hills, CA, USA

Neil Fraser, Ph.D., Macquarie University, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
Dan Freudberg, Nashville Metropolitan Transport Authority, Nashville, TN, USA
Shane Gallagher, Ph.D., Advanced Distributed Learning, Alexandria, VA, USA
Tim Gammons, ARUP, London, UK
Hwaiyu Geng, P.E., Amica Research, Palo Alto, CA, USA
Girish Ghatikar, Greenlots, San Francisco, CA, USA; Lawrence Berkeley National
Laboratory, Berkeley, CA, USA
Francoise Gilbert, J.D., Greenberg Traurig LLP, Silicon Valley, East Palo Alto,
CA, USA
Aniruddha Gokhale, Institute for Software Integrated Systems, Vanderbilt
University, Nashville, TN, USA
Rikke Gram‐Hansen, Copenhagen Solutions Lab, City of Copenhagen, Copenhagen,
Denmark
Bilin Aksun Guvenc, Ph.D., Ohio State University, Columbus, OH, USA
Levent Guvenc, Ph.D., Ohio State University, Columbus, OH, USA
Ashley Z. Hand, AIA, CityFi, Los Angeles, CA, USA
David R. Hardoon, Ph.D., Azendian, Singapore, Singapore
David Hindman, FJORD, San Francisco, CA, USA
Michael A. Huff, Ph.D., MEMS and Nanotechnology Exchange (MNX), Corporation
for National Research Initiatives, Reston, VA, USA
Rich Hunzinger, B‐Scada, Inc., Crystal River, FL, USA
Raj Jain, Ph.D., Department of Computer Science Engineering, Washington
University, St. Louis, MO, USA
Karthi Jeyabalan, University of Utah, Salt Lake City, UT, USA
William Kao, Ph.D., Department of Engineering and Technology, University of
California, Santa Cruz, CA, USA
Joseph Kimchi, Teledyne Judson Technologies, Montgomeryville, PA, USA
Rafael Laskier, Vale, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Martin Lehofer, Siemens Corporate Technology, Princeton, NJ, USA
Jih‐Fen Lei, Ph.D., Teledyne Judson Technologies, Montgomeryville, PA, USA
Bridget Lewis, George Mason University, Fairfax, VA, USA
LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS xxi

Jennifer Liggett, CH2M, Englewood, CO, USA

George Lu, Ph.D., goodXense, Inc., Edison, NJ, USA
Nicholas Marko, Ph.D., Division of Analytics Research and Clinical Informatics,
Department of Data Science, Geisinger Health System, Danville, PA, USA
John Mattison, M.D., Singularity University, Moffett Field, CA, USA; Kaiser
Permanente, Pasadena, CA, USA
Jim McKeeth, Embarcadero Technologies, Austin, TX, USA
Pramita Mitra, Ph.D., Ford Research and Advanced Engineering, Dearborn, MI, USA
Gawain Morrison, Sensum, Belfast, UK
Geoff Mulligan, IPSO Alliance, Colorado Springs, CO, USA
Shyam Varan Nath, M.B.A., M.S., Director, IoT at GE Digital, San Ramon, CA, USA
Himanshu Neema, Institute for Software Integrated Systems, Vanderbilt University,
Nashville, TN, USA
James Osborne, Microsoft, Redmond, WA, USA
Adrian Pearmine, DKS Associates, Portland, OR, USA
Satyam Priyadarshy, Ph.D., HALLIBURTON Landmark, Houston, TX, USA
Jonathan Reichental, Ph.D., Palo Alto, CA, USA
Oleg Roderick, Ph.D., Division of Analytics Research and Clinical Informatics,
Department of Data Science, Geisinger Health System, Danville, PA, USA
Tara Salman, Department of Computer Science Engineering, Washington University,
St. Louis, MO, USA
David Sanchez, Division of Analytics Research and Clinical Informatics,
Department of Data Science, Geisinger Health System, Danville, PA, USA
Stan Schneider, Ph.D., Real‐Time Innovations, Inc., Sunnyvale, CA, USA
Scott Shaw, Hortonworks, Inc., Santa Clara, CA, USA
Shashank Shekhar, Institute for Software Integrated Systems, Vanderbilt University,
Nashville, TN, USA
Amy Shi‐Nash, Ph.D., Singtel, DataSpark, Singapore, Singapore
Craig Simonds, Ph.D., Ford Research and Advanced Engineering, Dearborn, MI, USA
Brian Skeens, CH2M, Englewood, CO, USA
Danielle Song, University of California, Berkeley, CA, USA
Kai Song, Ph.D., Teledyne Judson Technologies, Montgomeryville, PA, USA
xxii LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS

Nick Stein, Indoo.rs GmbH, Brunn am Gebirge, Austria

Gary Strumolo, Ph.D., Ford Research and Advanced Engineering, Dearborn, MI, USA
Fangzhou Sun, Institute for Software Integrated Systems, Vanderbilt University,
Nashville, TN, USA
Venkataraman Sundareswaran, Ph.D., Teledyne Judson Technologies, Mont­
gomeryville, PA, USA
Kenneth Thompson, CH2M, Englewood, CO, USA
Stephanie Urbanski, Indoo.rs Inc., Palo Alto, CA, USA
Francesco Valdevies, Selex ES Company, Genova, Italy
Pratik Verma, Ph.D., DB Research Inc., Hopkins, MN, USA
Gene Wang, People Power Company, Redwood City, CA, USA
Y.J. Yang, goodXense, Inc., Edison, NJ, USA
Henry Yuan, Ph.D., Teledyne Judson Technologies, Montgomeryville, PA, USA
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much notice. "I, well-born, highly educated, degraded to the position of a
pauper! Why has God, in whom I trusted, forsaken me? Why has He placed
me in a position where I can be but a burden to myself and to others? God
gave me talents, and with a willing mind I had devoted all my powers to His
service; but now He has taken away the opportunities which once I
possessed, of exercising my talents to His glory, and the good of my
fellowmen."

Grace was wrong in three important points: first, She was wrong in thinking
herself degraded by becoming a pauper, when she was so not from idleness,
nor extravagance, nor any other sin of her own. It was God who had
appointed her place, and the post which He assigns to His people must be a
post of honor to those who faithfully fill it. Oh! Let the lowly ones of Christ
remember this to their comfort! Can poverty be a disgrace when it was the
state chosen by the Son of God for Himself, when He deigned to visit the
earth? The Lord's people are kings and priests unto God, heirs of a crown,
and inheritors of heaven, whether they dwell in a palace, or lie in a poorhouse
ward.

Secondly, Grace was wrong in doubting for one moment the loving care of her
God, because He was trying her faith in the heated furnace of affliction.
"Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth." Grace had been an earnest and active
Christian; but she had little knowledge of the weakness and sin of her own
heart, till affliction stirred up the quiet waters, and showed her what evil lay
below. She had hoped and believed that her will was conformed to the will of
God, till sudden misfortune revealed how much of self-pleasing, pride, and
unbelief had lurked behind her devotion. Grace now thought herself worse
than she had ever thought herself before, only because she now knew herself
better; the medicine for pride was most bitter, but it was the hand of love that
had mixed it.

And thirdly, Grace was wrong in supposing that all opportunity of glorifying
God and of serving others had been taken from her for ever. Never, perhaps,
does the Christian's light shine more brightly, or more profitably, to those who
behold it than from the bed of sickness and pain. Wherefore glorify God in the
fires! is the watchword for the suffering saint. Happy those who to the words,
"We rejoice in hope of the glory of God," can add, And "not only so but we
glory in tribulations also," knowing that tribulation worketh patience, and
patience experience, and experience hope; and hope maketh not ashamed,
because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which
is given unto us!

Grace was carried to a ward containing twelve of the aged or sick, and placed
on a bed in a corner of the room. The ward was clean and airy, and, in some
respects, more comfortable than Grace had been led to expect; but she was
little disposed to see in it anything but the dreary aspect of a prison. She
looked with sadness on the bare walls, the high windows—affording no
prospect but the sky—and the rows of beds occupied by those with whom she
deemed that she would have not a single feeling in common. Grace
particularly shrank from the pauper whose bed was next to her own. Ann
Rogers, a coarse-looking, red-faced woman, with a rough manner and loud
voice, which jarred on the nerves of the sufferer.

"Well, poor soul, how came you into your troubles?" were the words with
which Ann first addressed Grace, standing beside her with her arms akimbo,
and surveying the newcomer with a look of mingled curiosity and pity.

Grace flinched like one who had a rough hand laid on a wound, and
murmuring a short reply, she closed her eyes in the hope of stopping further
conversation.

"You have seen better days, I take it, and so have I. I was cook in a
gent'man's family, I was, and little thought of ever coming to this—." Ann
added an epithet so coarse that I do not choose to repeat it.

"Oh, misery! can I not even suffer in silence?" thought the poor girl. "Must I
have that horrible voice for ever dinning in my ears?" Grace said nothing
aloud, but her face probably betrayed something of her feelings, for Ann went
on in the tone of one who is offended. "There's no use in anybody's playing
the fine lady here, or turning up her nose at the company she meets with. This
ain't the place for airs, and I'd advise no one to try 'em upon me!"

The heart of Grace sank within her. Weak as she was, and in constant pain,
she needed gentle sympathy, tender care, and perfect quiet; and it appeared
that none of these could ever be her own. She had no spirit to bear up against
the thousand petty annoyances inseparable from her condition. She resolved
that she would never complain, but the resolve, it must be confessed, came as
much from pride as from patience. She would shut herself up in her sorrow,
and have nothing to do with her companions. In her desponding gloom, Grace
forgot that those around her were God's creatures as well as herself: that they,
like herself, were afflicted, and that the command, "Love one another," is as
binding in the poorhouse as in the brightest, happiest home.

The poor lady might long have remained in this miserable state, with her mind
suffering still more than her body, impatient, despairing under her cross,
unloved, unloving, and desolate; but for a seemingly trifling incident which
occurred a few days after her arrival. This was a visit to the ward from a lady
who came regularly once a week to read the Bible to its inmates. Mrs. Grant
was not gifted with talent: she had little power of influencing others; she could
not, like some more honored servants of God, so plead with sinners that the
hardened heart should be touched with the holy eloquence of love. She was a
plain, quiet woman, somewhat stiff in her manner, who did her duty indeed as
unto God, but who in herself was little capable of making any impression on
others. Conscious perhaps of her own defects, the lady contented herself with
reading the Scripture without making any remarks upon it. The portion which
she chose upon this occasion was the parable of the talents. Grace listened in
deep depression; the words reminded her so painfully of her own shattered
hopes, of her joyous praises on the morning on which her accident had
occurred—"I thank God for the talents which He has given me: I thank Him for
the opportunity of spending them all in His service."

But the parable does not end with the account of the "good and faithful
servants who entered into the joy of their Lord.' There is a second part, and it
was this which especially fixed the attention of Grace as she lay on her couch
of pain.

"Then He which had received the one talent, came and said, 'Lord, I know
thee that thou art a hard man, reaping where thou didst not sow, and
gathering where thou didst not scatter; and I was afraid, and went away and
hid thy talent in the earth: lo, thou hast thine own.'"
"His Lord answered and said unto him, 'Thou wicked and slothful servant—'"
And then followed the stern but just rebuke, closing with the terrible sentence
—"'Cast ye out the unprofitable servant into the outer darkness: there shall be
the weeping and the gnashing of teeth.'"

The plain, forcible lesson from Scripture went straight to one heart in that ward
—a loving, obedient heart, that received the truth in simplicity. Grace did not
turn from the light, because it showed her a blemish in herself; she did not try
to persuade herself that the lesson was meant for some character quite
different from her own.

"Is not this God's message to me," thought the sufferer; "and is not this
warning for me? Would not I have been glad to have been trusted with the ten
talents, or the five; but when only one was left to me, did I not, in discontent,
despair, bury it deep and hide it? And why, why have I done so? Because I
have dared to entertain gloomy ideas of my God. I have thought His dealings
hard, and my faith and patience have failed! But have I, indeed, one talent: I
who am so feeble that my voice could scarcely reach beyond the bed next to
mine? Yes, there is one soul at least in this ward which I might influence for
good: there is one at least to whom I ought to show how meekly a Christian
can suffer. There is great ignorance which I have made no attempt to
enlighten. I have even repelled my fellow-sufferers by coldness that looked
like pride. I have been gloomy—perhaps sullen in my grief. Alas! alas! I have
buried my talent. God help me to use it ere it be too late!"

In the meantime Mrs. Grant had quitted the ward, and some of the paupers
began to make observations upon her.

"I daresay, now that 'ere lady thinks she has done a mighty good deed in
sitting there starched and stiff for ten minutes, and then sweeping away in her
rustling silk, without so much as asking one of us how we be!" said Ann
Rogers, in her harsh and insolent tone.

"Yes," observed the nurse, "she's different from the lady who visited the ward
that I had down below. That lady smiled so kind, and talked so pleasant that it
was a real pleasure to see her; and she made everything in the Bible so plain.
Then, it seemed as if she really did care for us; she talked to us quietly one by
one, and was as sorry for any one sick or in pain as if she had been an old
friend. That's the kind of visitor for me."

"I knew a lady, afore I came into the house, who allowed a poor old soul as
lived in a garret a pound of tea every month, and a sack of coal at Christmas.
That's what I calls a friend," said Ann Rogers.
"The kindest thing I ever heard of," observed an old, bedridden pauper, "was a
clergyman's taking in my poor brother, who had chanced to fall down in a fit at
his gate, and nursing him, and paying his doctor, and giving him a half-crown
and a good warm coat when he left. A real kind Christian was that parson,
who knew how to practice what he preached."

There was a general murmur of assent through the room. When it was
silenced, Grace Milner said, in her soft, faint voice, "If you are comparing
deeds of kindness, I think that I know of one greater than any that you have
mentioned. I do not mean to undervalue the generosity of either the
clergyman or the lady; but I could tell you of one who, without spending a
farthing, did more than either of the two. My story is a true one, and belongs to
the history of the famous general, Sir David Baird."

"A story—let's have that," said the nurse, who, like most of those in the
poorhouse, was glad of anything that gave promise of affording five minutes'
amusement.

"So you've found your tongue at last," observed Ann Rogers, who had been
inclined to take offence at the previous silence of the invalid lady.

Grace slightly flushed at the rude remark; but without appearing to take notice
of it, and lifting up her heart to God to ask for His blessing on her attempting to
use her one talent to His glory, she recounted the following little anecdote, in
the hope of drawing from it some spiritual lesson.

"Some seventy or eighty years ago a fierce war raged in India between the
English and a native monarch called Tippoo Saib. In the course of this war,
which ended at last triumphantly for our country, our troops sustained a
terrible disaster, and some of our most gallant officers fell into the enemy's
hands."

"And mighty little mercy they found, I'll warrant you," observed Ann Rogers.

"The officers, amongst whom was Baird, then a young man, were thrown into
a horrible prison, where those who had been brought up amidst the comforts
of an English home were exposed to hunger and miseries untold. What made
their condition yet more wretched was that some of the officers had been
wounded—Baird, in particular, had been shot in the leg, and pain and
weakness were added to confinement, want, and anxious fears for the future.
A wild beast was at one time kept near the prison of the unfortunate English,
and its howls greatly disturbed them; for a dread arose in their minds that the
tyrant Tippoo intended to give his captives as a prey to the savage animal."
"Poor souls, they were worse off than we," said the nurse, who had seated
herself on the edge of Grace's bed, to listen to her tale.

"One day the English were further alarmed by a great clanking noise just
outside their prison. The door opened, and a number of native smiths came in,
bearing a quantity of iron fetters, which they flung down on the floor. The
wretched captives too easily guessed who were to wear these chains. A
native officer then entered, who gave command that a pair of fetters should be
fixed upon the legs of each of the unhappy gentlemen."

"What! The wounded and all?" exclaimed Ann.

"A gray-haired officer," continued Grace,—"I grieve that I have forgotten his
name—determined to make an effort to save poor Baird from the agony to
which he was destined. 'It is impossible,' said he to the dark Indian, 'that you
can think of putting chains upon that suffering young man. A bullet has been
cut from his leg; his wound is fresh and sore; the chafing of the iron must cost
him his life.' But the heart of the heathen whom he addressed seemed cold
and hard as the iron itself. What cared Tippoo's servant if the prisoner
suffered; what cared he if the prisoner died!"

"'There are just as many pairs of fetters as there are captives,' he said; 'let
what may come of it, every pair must be worn.'"

"'Then,' said the noble officer, 'put two on me; I will wear his as well as my
own.'"

"Bless him," exclaimed the nurse, warmly. "That was a friend indeed; and what
was the end of the story?"

"The end of the story is that Baird lived to regain his freedom, Jived for victory
and reward, lived to besiege and take the very city in which he had so long
lain a wretched captive. In the last deadly struggle, Tippoo was slain."

"And the kind officer?" interrupted Ann.

"The generous friend died in prison," replied Grace.

"Well," said the nurse, with a sigh, "he did more indeed than either the
clergyman or the lady. To be willing to wear two chains, and all for the sake of
his friend!"
"What would you have thought," asked Grace, "if he had borne the fetters of
all in the prison? What would you have thought if instead of being a captive
himself, he had been free, and wealthy, and great, and, for the sake of the
unhappy sufferers, had quitted a glorious palace to live in their loathsome
dungeon, to wear their chains, to bear their stripes, to suffer and die in their
stead that the captives might go free?"

"Such a thing would never be done," cried Ann Rogers.

"Such a thing has been done," exclaimed Grace. There was a murmur of
surprise from her hearers; she paused a minute, and went on, clasping her
hands as she spoke. "Helpless captives of sin, doomed to wear the heavy
chain of God's wrath, trials in this world, endless woe in the next; such are we
all by nature—such would we all have remained, had not the Son of God
himself deigned to visit our prison. He bore the weight of all our guilt, He
endured the punishment which we had deserved; and now, for all who receive
His grace, the prison is thrown wide open; victory over sin here, and glory in
heaven—such are the blessings bought for His people by the blood of our
Lord Jesus Christ."

"Ah!" observed the nurse, in an undertone, "that's how my lady used to speak.
Many a time has she told me that there's no friend like the Lord; for there's no
one on earth would do for us what He did of His own free will."

Grace felt joyful surprise on finding that there was some one in the ward who
looked to the blessed Saviour. An ignorant but simple-minded Christian was
near her, ready and glad to be instructed; and the lady reproached herself for
having ever thought that her own work for God was ended.

"Well," observed Ann, in her blunt manner, "I went to school when I was
young, and I learned a good deal of the Bible there, which I've not all forgotten
yet. I know that the Lord died for us, and that, when we've done with the
troubles of this life, we shall go and be happy in heaven."

Grace had already heard enough of the bad language, and seen enough of
the bad temper of this woman, to fear that Ann was deceiving herself;
believing her soul to be safe, although she had never yet repented of sin, or
struggled against its power; never yet given her heart to the Lord. Oh! Fearful
mistake of multitudes deceived by Satan, who, because salvation's stream
flows within their reach, believe that its blessings are theirs, though they never
have tasted of its waters. Grace felt that the conscience of Ann was asleep,
and she silently prayed that God might awaken it.
"Suppose that the generous officer during his captivity," said Grace, "had
called Baird to his side, had entreated him to do something for his sake
whenever he should quit the prison; suppose that, when Baird was free, and
rich, and happy, he had totally forgotten his friend, had quite neglected his
dying wish, and had even done dishonor to his name, what should we think of
such conduct?"

"Think," exclaimed the indignant nurse, "we should think it shamefully

ungrateful."

"The world's bad enough, I take it," cried Ann; "but there's none of us bad
enough to neglect the dying wish of a friend like that."

"Ah! let us take heed that our own words condemn us not," faltered Grace.
"We have seen that the love of the Saviour to us has exceeded all other love;
has not our ingratitude to Him exceeded all ingratitude beside? On the very
night before He suffered, did not the Lord utter the words, 'If ye love me, keep
my commandments?' And how has that dying charge been fulfilled? Have we
not, at least too many of us, quite forgotten the Saviour? Have not our hearts
been as cold and dead, our conduct as careless and sinful as if we had never
known His love, or heard of His holy commandments?"

"Well, well, we all go wrong sometimes; but the Lord won't judge his poor
servants," said Ann, in a tone which seemed to say, "Let's have no more of
this preaching."
 But the heart of the heathen whom he addressed

seemed cold and hard as the iron itself. What cared Tippoo's servant

if the prisoner suffered, what cared he if he died?

"If we be His servants!" exclaimed Grace, with earnestness, "but let us not
forget that God's Word declares, that 'if any man have not the Spirit of Christ,
he is none of His'; yea, the Lord Himself hath said, 'He that is not with me is
against me; no man can serve two masters,'—if we be not heartily upon the
Saviour's side, we are upon the side of the world and Satan."
"It's just like this, I take it," said the nurse, "it's just as if Baird had chosen to
forget all about his country and his duty, and had gone into the service of
Tippoo, and had even fought in his cause."

"He'd have been a vile rebel," cried Ann.

"And have been punished as such," observed Grace. "What would have been
to him the name of Englishman? It could only have increased his shame; and
what to us will be the name of Christians, if we are found in the ranks of
Christ's foes? Oh, let us pray that we may be of the number of those who are
saved from wrath by His death, and freed from sin's prison by His grace, and
who bravely fight in His cause against the world, the flesh, and the devil! To
such the victory is certain, to such the crown is sure; we shall be 'more than
conquerors through Him who loved and gave Himself for us.'"

Grace ceased, for her strength was exhausted; but a feeling of peace and
hope, such as she had not known before since her accident, stole over the
lady's soul. She felt that she had done what she could; however little that
might be, and that the Lord would not despise the one talent which she sought
to lay out for Him. Grace sank into refreshing sleep, with the promise sounding
in her ears, "They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament,
and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever."
 The Voyage

"Oh! is not this delightful!" exclaimed little Minnie Mayne, as she sprang upon
the deck of the steamer which was to take herself and her mother back to their
beautiful home in Scotland.

Mrs. Mayne, a widow lady, was returning from a visit to an aged parent in
London. Her child had become very weary of dull brick streets, and the noise
and smoke of the city. Minnie longed to see her bright home by the sunny
lake, to feel the breeze on the healthy mountains, which to her young eyes
were more beautiful than any other scene upon earth. Mrs. Mayne and her
daughter had come to London by land, so this was the first time that Minnie
had ever entered a steamer. Everything was new, and everything seemed
delightful. The child promised herself great enjoyment from the voyage, as
well as from the arrival at home.

With curiosity and pleasure Minnie surveyed the scene around her. The deck
piled with luggage, the funnel black with smoke, the compass in its little glass
frame, the pilot at the wheel, the hurrying to and fro, the sailors busy with the
rope, and outside the vessel the view of the river crowded with shipping—
boats, steamers, and barges; all afforded intense amusement to the light-
hearted, intelligent child, who was full of eager questionings about each new
object that caught the eye.

"Oh, mamma! What a noise the steam makes! I can hardly hear myself speak.
I wish that the vessel would begin to move; but I can't think how it will ever
make its way through such a crowd of boats! What a number of passengers
there are; and, oh! What a lot of carpetbags and boxes! I don't think that any
more people can be coming; the sailors had better pull up the plank that joins
us to the shore, and let us be off at once. Oh! no; there are some more people
arriving. Such a grand gentleman and lady, mamma! And a little girl so
splendidly dressed! They had better make haste and get on deck, or the
vessel will move off without them."

As Minnie concluded her sentence, a stout man passed along the plank,
followed by his wife and daughter. The child wore a pink frock, and pea-green
silk tippet, and a quantity of light curls streamed on her shoulders from a hat
adorned with a long drooping feather. While Minnie surveyed the girl's finery
with admiration approaching to envy, Mrs. Mayne glanced at the mother with
an impression that that face was familiar to her, though she could not for some
time recollect where she had seen it before. While the woman was bustling
about her baggage, and in a loud voice disputing with the porter about his
dues, the lady recalled to memory that the person before her was Mrs. Lowe,
a greengrocer's wife, who had provided Mrs. Mayne's mother with vegetables
nearly ten years previous. Mrs. Mayne recollected also the circumstances
under which her family had given up employing the Lowes. The ladies had in
vain tried to persuade the greengrocer to close his shop on Sundays; his wife
had even been insolent when the duty of obeying the third commandment had
been pressed home on her conscience, and had thus lost her customers, as
well as her temper. Mrs. Mayne was not sure whether the greengrocer's wife
now recognized her, but felt sorry that such a person was to be her
companion on the voyage to Scotland.

"She looks as though her business had prospered," thought the lady, "to judge
by her comfortable appearance and dress; and she has decked out her poor
child in finery purchased by her ill-gotten gains. But how impossible it is to tell
who is happy by mere outside show! However, those who wilfully break God's
laws may appear to prosper, yet in the end it shall be seen that 'the blessing of
the Lord it maketh rich, and He addeth no sorrow with it.'"

In the meantime, the plank had been raised; the huge paddles had slowly
begun to go around, and a stream of foam, white as cream, on either side,
marked the track of the steamer down the river. Minnie watched the banks
with delight, as they appeared to move faster and faster with the vessel's
increasing speed. There was so much to see, so much to wonder at, as every
bend of the river brought new objects to view. The child's delight reached its
height, when the noble hospital of Greenwich appeared with its stately park
rising behind, and at the same time from the deck of a passing steamer,
gliding with fairy speed, sounded the air of "Rule Britannia," borne towards
them by the fresh breeze.

"How happy she is!" thought her mother, looking fondly at the child by her
side. "She is like some joyous young creature just beginning the voyage of
life, to whom all around seems beautiful, and everything bright ahead. She is
troubled by no thought of storm or trial; she rejoices that she is going to a
home, and she trusts to a parent's care to provide all things needful on the
way. Lord, give me this childlike spirit of trust, and hope, and love, as I journey
to the heavenly home, which my dear husband has long since reached."
Pleasure seldom lasts long without a check. Shortly before passing the Nore,
as evening was coming on, a shower of rain warned the voyagers to seek
shelter below. Minnie had not yet seen the place in which two nights were to
be passed, and it was with some curiosity that she descended the steep
stairway that led to the ladies' cabin.

"What a dark, dull room!" she exclaimed, as she entered and looked around;
"and how hot and close it feels! I wish that we could stop all night on deck.
Why, where are we to sleep?" she added; "not in those little pigeonholes
surely! Are twelve or fourteen ladies to be crowded together in a room no
bigger than our parlor, and not nearly so nice and high?"

"These are our berths," said Mrs. Mayne, with a smile, showing to her
daughter a little recess, almost perfectly dark, in which were four
"pigeonholes," as Minnie called them, two on each side, one above another,
each containing a bed; while in the centre was a space only wide enough to
turn round in. "The berths on the right hand are ours. You shall have the one
over mine."

Minnie laughed at the idea of clambering up to her little nest, though she did
not much like its appearance. "And will two other ladies," she asked, "be
packed into these tiny berths on the left?"

"No doubt, as the steamer is full."

"I hope they'll be quiet and pleasant," murmured Minnie, who was quite
unaccustomed to be brought into such very close contact with strangers. She
had scarcely spoken, when Mrs. Lowe and her Jemima came bustling up to
the recess.

"What a wretched dark hole it is!" exclaimed the greengrocer's wife, in disgust,
as with her dress spreading out like a balloon, she almost entirely blocked up
the entrance.

"Mamma, we can't sleep in such a place," cried Jemima. Minnie wondered to

herself in what corner the pea-green jacket and plumed hat could be stowed,
and for the first time felt glad that her own dress was so simple and plain.

While the Lowes went for their bandboxes and provision bag, Minnie
whispered to her mother, "So they are to be our companions in this funny little
place! I would rather have had some people not quite so dashing and grand."
Mrs. Mayne smiled to herself at the ignorance of her child, whose eye had
been caught by mere outside glitter. "She will know better in time," thought the
lady, "and learn to distinguish between tinsel and real gold."

The Lowes returned to their little recess, which, small as it was, they made
smaller, by stuffing it full of their luggage, without the least regard to the
comfort of their unfortunate fellow travelers. The night had now come on, and
a lamp was lighted near the end of the cabin, which threw but a dull gleam
into the part portioned off for the four. The steamer had entered the open sea,
and to other discomforts was added that of a heaving motion, which, with the
close air, gave to Minnie a tightness and pain in the head.

"Mamma," said she, sadly, to Mrs. Mayne, who was sitting beside her on a
sofa near the recess, but in a more open part of the cabin; "mamma, I am
afraid that we shall find this a miserable voyage after all."

"It is something like the voyage of life, my darling, in which we must all expect
to find some things to annoy and try; but let us make little of trifling
discomforts, and cheerfully look to the end. We know that we are going home
—the voyage will soon be over."

"Yes, mamma; and the less we like the way, the more glad shall we be to get
home. It makes one think of the verse about our heavenly rest:"

"'There fairer bowers than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow see;
Blest land, o'er rude and stormy waves,
I onward press to thee.'"

"And now, Minnie," said her mother, "the sooner you can forget your
discomforts in sleep, the better. I will just read a small portion of the Bible to
you as usual, and then you shall climb up into your berth, and, I hope, slumber
quietly till the morning."

"Mamma, you can't read the Bible here," whispered Minnie, "where there are
so many strangers;" and she glanced timidly at the tall, portly figure of Mrs.
Lowe, who was standing very near her.
"Why should we not read it, my child? It makes no difference in the
importance of a duty whether we perform it quietly in our own room, or with
many around us. You know that you are not able to read to yourself, and must
therefore hear your mother."

So saying, Mrs. Mayne drew forth a Testament from her bag, and in a low,
clear voice began reading to the child, who nestled close to her side. Minnie
felt shy and uneasy. Though her mother read softly, the Lowes were so near
that they must overhear every word; and the child fancied that she saw a
scornful look on the face of the elder, and on that of Jemima a wondering
smile, as though hearing the Bible read was something strange to both. It is
very possible that Mrs. Mayne wished to be overheard; and it was with more
than usual earnestness that she prayed God to bless the reading of His Holy
Word.

"'Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, who took their
lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom. And five of them were foolish,
and five were wise. For the foolish, when they took their lamps, took no oil
with them: but the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps.'"

"Mamma," whispered Minnie, "I do not understand what is meant by the

virgins and their lamps."

"The virgins, my child, are the whole Christian world, now expecting the
coming of their Lord. The oil is God's grace in the soul, shining forth in a holy
life. What would a lamp be without oil? What would a soul be without grace?—
a dark and a worthless thing!"

Minnie fixed her eyes upon the lamp, which was now throwing around its
yellow light, and thought what a fearfully gloomy place that cabin would be,
but for its cheering gleam. Mrs. Mayne turned her page, so that the light
should fall upon it, and continued reading the parable, so full of deep and
solemn meaning:—

"'Now while the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept. But at
midnight there is a cry, Behold, the bridegroom! Come ye forth to meet him!'"

"'And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone
out. But the wise answered, saying, Peradventure there will not be enough for
us and you; go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves.'"

"We see here," observed Mrs. Mayne, pausing in her reading, "that no human
being has power to save the soul of another, or to share with him that grace
which is the gift of God alone. The wise cannot supply the foolish; each must
answer for himself before God."

"'And while they went away to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were
ready went in with him to the marriage feast: and the door was shut.'"

"'Afterward came also the other virgins, saying, Lord, Lord, open to us. But he
answered and said, Verily I say unto you, I know you not.'"

Mrs. Mayne drew forth a Testament from her bag,

and in a clear, low voice began reading to the child, who nestled

close to her side.

"Oh!" exclaimed Minnie, "Does that mean that the foolish virgins—the people
who have no grace in their souls—will be shut out from heaven for ever?"

"Shut out from light—shut out from glory—shut out from the presence of the
Lord! To me few words in the Bible are so fearfully solemn as those, 'The door
was shut!' Mercy's door is wide open now, open to all who repent and believe.
All are invited guests to heaven. All are welcome now to the Saviour. All may
have grace for the asking; yea, 'without money and without price'; it is
promised to the prayer of faith. But a time will come when it will be too late for
sinners to seek for grace—too late to sue for pardon, when mercy's door will
be shut upon those who would not repent and be saved. 'Watch therefore; for
ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.'" And
with this solemn warning on her lips, Mrs. Mayne closed the Testament.

"Mamma," said Minnie, resting her little hand on the arm of her mother, and
looking earnestly into her face, "do you think that the Lord will come soon?"

"God only knows the time," was the reply; "but it is for us to live as those who
are ready and waiting for His coming. Of one thing we all are assured—death
is not very far off; it may come soon to the young; it must come soon to the
aged: and death is as the midnight cry, 'Behold, the bridegroom cometh!'"

"I can't imagine," said Mrs. Lowe, addressing herself to Jemima, but in a tone
to be overheard, "why people who are strong and hearty should always be
thinking about death. I for one never trouble myself with sickly fancies;" and as
she spoke, she plunged her hand deep into her provision bag, and brought
out of its depths a rather suspicious-looking flask.

Little Minnie, assisted by her mother, was soon safe in her tiny nest, which she
found less uncomfortable than she had expected. The child did not, however,
feel disposed to sleep. She seemed in a strange, new world, and sat up for
some time in her berth, watching the movements of the Lowes by the light of
the lamp, and listening to the voices of the ladies who occupied the cabin.
Presently, however, the motion of the vessel became so disagreeable to
Minnie that she was glad to lay down her aching head. She heard poor
Jemima complaining bitterly, and Mrs. Lowe abusing steamers and all their
arrangements, and scolding the stewardess for not attending at once to her
unreasonable wants.

"It's a comfort," thought poor little Minnie, "that the voyage can't last for ever. I
wonder if any people feel the same way about the voyage of life—if any are
really glad to know that it soon may come to an end! Ah! Only the wise virgins,
who had oil in their lamps, could start up with joy at the midnight cry! They
were glad at the thought of seeing the bridegroom, for they were ready to go
to the feast. I wonder how I should feel, if I heard that I soon should meet my
Lord."

As the night advanced, the sounds in the cabin became gradually stilled;
Jemima ceased to complain, and her mother to scold; both showed by their
welcome silence that they were fast asleep. The weather was by no means
stormy; there was nothing to disturb or alarm, and an occasional heavy step
on the deck overhead, or a slight creaking in the cordage, with the constant
beat of the paddles, were all the noises now heard. Minnie, wearied by the
day's excitement, sank into peaceful slumber at last; she knew that her mother
was close beneath her, and that God was watching above.

Suddenly every occupant of the ladies' cabin was startled from sleep by the
sound of great commotion on deck, tramping of feet, and loud and repeated
cries of alarm, that thrilled every heart with fear. Anxious faces were bent
forward from every berth, and eager questions were passed from mouth to
mouth, to which none seemed able to reply. "What is that noise? What can
have happened? Has the ship struck? Have we run down some vessel?" And
as the sound above continued and increased, rapid movements were made
on all sides, as the ladies began hasty preparations for appearing on deck,
should there prove to be real cause for alarm.

"Stewardess, stewardess!" called out Mrs. Lowe, as she searched here and
there for her mantle, "run up-stairs; ask what is the matter; I'm sure something
dreadful has occurred. If ever I travel by steamer again—"

"Mamma, mamma!" cried the terrified Jemima, "How awfully hot it has grown!"

"I feel half stifled," murmured pour Minnie, as, half dizzy with sleep, and
trembling with fright, she held out her arms to her mother, who lifted her down
from her berth.

The stewardess hurried to the door. The instant that she opened it, to the
horror of all in the cabin, in rolled a suffocating volume of smoke, and only too
distinctly sounded the voices above—"Fire! Fire!" was the terrible cry.

"Don't let the women come up—they must keep down—we can't have them
here on deck!" called out the loud voice of the captain. Several of the ladies
attempted to rush up the hatchway, but were roughly ordered back by the
sailors.