He lost no time opening it, and there was a little, fair child, drowned and dead.
"It was not a pleasant sight, sir, on a bright morning, when the sunshine was dancing over the waves.

Jim said his heart turned quite faint when he saw the little white body--such a fair little mite, sir, it was enough to make the very angels weep! Some woman, sir--Heaven forbid that it was the mother--some woman had dressed it in pretty white clothes.

It had a white gown, with lace, and a soft white woolen cap on the little golden head.

A sorry sight, sir--a sorry sight! Jim said that when he thought of that little tender body swinging to and fro with the waves all the night, he could not keep the tears from his eyes.
"It was meant to sink, you see, sir," continued the man, with rough energy; "it was never meant to be caught.

But the great God, He is above all, and He knows the little one was not to sink to the bottom, like lead.