_Seamen_ Praying to _Saints_.
It Blew a Terrible Tempest at Sea once, and there was one _Seaman_ took
Notice that the Rest of his Fellows were Praying severally to so many
_Saints_. Have a care my Masters, says he, what you do; for what if we
should All be Drown’d now before the Messenger can deliver his Errand:
Would it not be Better, without going so far about, to Pray to Him that
can Save us without Help? Upon this, they turn’d their Prayers to God
Himself, and the Wind presently fell.
The MORAL.
_The Shortest, and Surest Way of Doing Bus’ness is Best._