log-book, taking an observation and working out my latitude, I find I am nearing the end of life’s voyage. Soon I may expect to answer, "Aye, aye, Sir," when called higher up aloft, where there are no reefing topsails, no Cape Horn, Cape of Good Hope, or storms of affliction, sorrow, or grief to double, but where we shall cruise in the Heavenly Seas above, among the Sunny Islands of the blest. All hands, rich and poor, high and low, ship-owners and officers, and
Even Jack before the mast will meet upon the level there, and never thence depart;
There’s a mansion, ’tis all ready for each faithful, trusting heart;
There’s a mansion and a welcome, and a multitude is there,
Who have met upon the level and parted on the square.
On board of the Heavenly Flag Ship, under one loving Lord High Admiral, who ruleth over all, and is no respecter of persons, Shipmates, shall we meet together there?
