Yes, God is present in the storm, as in the sunshine." "Look!" exclaimed the young man, suddenly, pointing to the river.

A boat had just come in sight.

It contained a man and a woman.

The former was striving with a pair of oars to keep the boat right in the eye of the wind; but while the maiden and her lover still gazed at them, a wild gust swept down upon the water and drove their frail bark under.

There was no hope in their case; the floods had swallowed them, and would not give up their living prey.
A moment afterward, and an elm, whose great arms had for nearly a century spread themselves out in the sunshine tranquilly or battled with the storms, fell crashing against the house, shaking it to the very foundations.
The maiden drew back from the window, overcome with terror.