"I was Saved at the Bottom of the Sea."
So SAID one of our Sydney divers to a city missionary. In his house, in one of our suburbs, might be seen lately, what would probably strike the visitor as a very strange chimney ornament—the shells of an oyster holding fast a piece of printed paper. But devoutly do I wish that every chimney ornament could tell such a tale of usefulness. The possessor of this ornament might well value it. He was diving among the wrecks on our coast, when he observed at the bottom of the sea, this oyster on a rock with this piece of paper in its mouth, which he detached and commenced to read through the goggles of his headdress. It was a gospel tract, and coming to him thus strangely and unexpectedly, so impressed his unconverted heart that he said, "I can hold out against God's mercy in Christ no longer, since it pursues me thus." He tells us that he became, while in the ocean's depth, a repentant, converted and (as he was assured) sin-forgiven man—"saved at the bottom of the sea."—Sel.