HELPLESS UPON A FRIENDLESS SEA!

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1290, 19 November 1896, Page 10

HELPLESS UPON A FRIENDLESS SEA!

Who, in taking passage in a great ocoanic steamer, does not feel a thrill of exultation over her magnificent power. Against her the Storm King may hurl his elemental forces, nor pierce her armour, nor stop her onward course.

But let me describe a scene when, one morning in mid-ocean, there came an alarm from the pilot house followed by a cry : “ The ship’s rudder is lost!” From the confident expression, consternation came to every face. The wheelman being helpless to direct her course, the vessel was at the mercy of wind and wave. The captain had been negligent—the hangings of the rudder were allowed to wear weak, and suddenly it had dropped deep into the sea ! Strong in intellect, in physical vigour, in energy and in ambition, man confronts, undaunted, gigantic tasks and commands applause for his magnificent achievements. But, all unexpectedly, an alarm comes — the rudder of his constitution is gone. He has been careless of its preservation; mental strain, nervous excitement, irregular habits, overwork, have destroyed the action of his kidneys and liver. This would not occur were Warner’s Safe Cure used to maintain vigour. Amd even now it may restore vitality to those organs and give back to the man that which will lead him to the haven of his ambition. — Ths Traveller.