Captain Mitchell K. was from early life accustomed to the sea. He commanded a merchant’s ship that sailed from Philadelphia, After his marriage he again went to sea, and one day committed to writing while in a highly devotional frame of mind, a prayer for the temporal and eternal happiness of his beloved wife and unborn babe. This prayer, nearly filling a sheet of paper, was deposited with his other writings, at the bottom of an old oak chest. The Captain died before the completion of the voyage, in the year 1757, and his instruments, papers, etc., were returned to his wife. Finding they were generally what she could not understand, she locked up the chest for her babe, who proved to be a son, at some future period. At 18 this son entered the army, and in 1775 marched for Boston. He gave the reins to his lusts, and for many years yielded to almost every temptation to sin. At length he was called to the death-bed of his mother, who gave him the key of his father’s chest, which, however, he did not open, lest he should meet with something of a religious kind that would reprove his sins, and harass his feelings. At length, in 1814, when in his 56th year, he determined to examine its whole contents. When he reached the bottom, he discovered a paper neatly folded, and endorsedÂ—”A prayer of Mitchell K. for blessings on his wife and child. August 23rd, 1757.” He read it. The scene, the time, the place and circumstances under which it was written and put there, all rushed upon his mind, and overwhelmed him; for often had his widowed mother led him to the beach, and pointed to him the direction on the horizon, where she had traced the last glimpse of flowing canvas that bore his father from her, never to return. He threw the contents back into the chest, folding up the prayer, and put it into the case with his father’s quadrant, locked up the chest, and determined never again to unlock it. But the father’s prayer still haunted his imagination, and he could not forget it. At length his distress became extreme, and the woman with whom he sinfully cohabited, entreated to know its cause. He looked on her with wildness, and replied, “I cannot tell you.” This only increased her solicitude; he entreated her to withdraw; as she left the room, she cast an anxious and expressive look upon him, and he instantly called her back. He then, with all the feelings which an awakened guilty conscience could endure, told the cause of his agonies,Â—his father’s prayer found in the old chest. She thought him deranged, his neighbours were called in to comfort him, but in vain. The prayer had inflicted a wound which the great Physician of souls only could heal. From that period he became an altered man. He married this woman whom he had formerly seduced; united himself to the church of Christ, manumitted his slaves; and lived and died a humble exemplary Christian.