The Sun.
London, England, 1860-11-03 00:00:00

2118 WRECK OF THE STEAMER ARCTIC.

The following account of the wreck of the steamer Arctic
is translated from a Danish paper :
Meanwhile the steamer was about 11 mile from shore,
the brig had gone southward, but came back with all sails
set. "IR half an hour we shall have them both," said an
old fisherman, " the steamer first." The crew of the life-
boat were ready with the rockets. It was about 4 p.m., and
the storm was beginning to abate somewhat, though the
sea was still violent. The captain of the steamer, in order
to leave nothing untried, let two anchors go at the outer-
most shoal. " That will never do," said the old fisherman;
"he is lying too close to a dangerous place." "He does
not know Harbooro Strand," said an old man ; " only look
at the brig, the knows more about the matter—they must
have been hero before." And in truth, at the same mo-
ment, I saw the brig with all her sails set da3h over the
shoal like lightning straight towards the coast.

I remained looking after the steamer ; it was lying on the
shoal, and the waves were continually washing over it. The
storm abated more and more, and I began to hope she
might be saved. I went in front of the cliffs to get to the
brig, which was lying about 2,000 yards more to the south;
the cliffs thus hid the steamer from sight for a time, but
all at once I saw its masts further towards the south, and
a great deal nearer land. Without suspecting anything
wrong I went again over the hills, so as to come down to
the sea, when suddenly from the top of the cliff I saw the
fearful extent of the destruction in all its fulness. The
vessel had sprung a leak, and had drifted to about the
middle of the shoal, about 700 yards from land, and had
foundered on this dangerous place. The quarter deck was
under water, while the remaining part of the vessel was
still above. The crew and the passengers had crowded into
rigging,. and their heart-piercing shrieks resounded over
the sands. It was a night I never have seen before, and I
pray the Lord I may never witness such another. The
only hope was that the ship might hold together until the
storm had sufficiently abated to permit of the lifeboat being
used; to use the rocket apparatus was impossible, as the
ship lay too far from land. I remained standing on the
shore, and could see how every moment the sea gained on
the ship ; after half an hour it reached the foremast. All
at once I heard a hollow sound; it was the deck which had
gone to pieces ; and at the same moment a bale of cotton
went overboard and was hurried along with terrific velo-
city towards the shore. And then, without intermission,
boats, tubs, and packages and bales of goods, boxes and
trunks, were precipitated out of the vessel,:and soon covered
the whole shore. It continued thus for about one hour.
The wind lulled more and more, and the ship, thanks to
God, still remained entire. It began to grow dark ; I re-
mained standing as long as I could catch a glimpse of the
passengers—the one moment in frantic despair, the next
full of hope. As yet I had seen none leave go of the mast
or fall overboard.

Night came on, and I could see no more. I offered up a
silent prayer for those in the masts. As soon as day dawned
I looked again for the steamer, and was thankful to see that
it had become comparatively calm. It lay still on the same
spot without having settled down further in the water. I was
convinced that all in the mast were saved, but unfortunately
it was not so. The lifeboat had come early in the morning
from the station, but its crew considered any attempt useless.
The day advanced till it was nearly noon. Mr. Claude
used every means, both threats and promises ; ho pro-
mised any ono who sustained injury a handsome pen-
sion, and assured the people that ' any of them perished in
the attempt he would provide for their families, and offered
any who would go out 100 dols. from his on pocket. Any
one who knows his influence, character, and fortune, knows
also that he both would and could keep his promise ; but it
was all in vain. Mr. Andersen, from Lemvig, hastened
down to a Norwegian brig which was in the neighbourhood,
and returned with the mate and some sailors ; but when
they saw the danger they refused, with the exception of the
mate, to venture out. Mr. Andersen was the first to volun-
teer. The mate engaged to take the helm; an old English-

man, Mr. Earl, civil engineer, who was on the spot, also
joined the volunteers. It was a hazardous enterprise. The
boat, which required a complement of eight oars and ten
men, had to snake the attempt with seven men—the Norwe-
gian sat at the helm. It was a fearful sight ; ten times was
the boat htfrled back on the shore. Andersen, who rowed
bow oar, was washed overboard ; but we fortunately
pulled him in again. The Norwegian steered the boat with
as much calmness and cheerfulness as if on a plea_

sure trip; one could hear his voice through the storm
" Cheerily, my lads, again she goes." And, indeed, God is
the protector of the bold. The boat at length arrived in
safety over the surf to the vessel, and was receiNed by a
hearty cheer from the Englishmen in the masts. The
mizen was speedily emptied of its living freight, and then
they beganto rescue those on the foremast. When as many
passengers as the boat could hold had got in, they put off,
and reached the land in a few moments. On its arrival a
hearty hurrah sounded again from the ship. This fortu-
nate result gave encouragement for another attempt. The
boat set out again, with the addition of one or two more

oarsmen, and carried off the remaining sufferers. As it
approached the shore, however, it unfortunately capsized,
and two ;of the ship's crew were drowned. As all hands
were employed in saving the others no one thought of the
boat, and it was not till some time after that the dead body
of Mr. Earl was found in it with the head quite crushed.
The English, both crew and passengers, reached land in
almost a state of nudity ; they had thought to save them-
selves by swimming, and had therefore thrown away their
over-garments and boots. But directly they set foot ashore
all the sufferings of the past night seemed to be instanta-
neously forgotten. The number saved was twenty-one,
the captain, the second and third mates, four passengers,
and fourteen of a crew. As far as I can tell there were nine
drowned—the first mate, Mr. Knowles; Mrs. Butter-
worth, wife of the manager of a factory in St. Petersburg ;
her little daughter Eliza, two years old ; an unmarried
lady, and four of the crew, besides the stewardess. The
bodies of the child and stewardess have been recovered. I
have often seen shipwrecks, but never have I witnessed so
great a destruction. For upwards of 1,000 yards, the next
day, the coast was literally strewed with pieces of the
wreck broken into small pieces ; the only entire thing I
saw was an oar. Captain Brown informed me that when
the ship began to founder the cabin filled at once. The
ladies and children were drawn up on deck, but were in
the same instant washed overboard. The pumps were
quite useless, and part of the crew had to be employed in
baling out.

On the Sunday afternoon the child E. Butterworth was
buried in Harboore Churchyard. It was a striking funeral.
The corpse was accompanied by the captain, the passen-
gers, and the crew to the clergyman's house, and carried
into the house. Alter singing a hymn, four sailors carried
the coffin to the churchyard, the crew and the passengers,
the clergyman's family, and several peasants following,
two by two. After the earth had been cast on the coffin
the clergyman offered up a short prayer for the poor
mother, who had not been found. for the father who, at that
moment, was expecting to embrace his wife ; and concluded
with a prayer of thanksgiving to Him who had saved that
little band that was standing round the child's grave.
Though none of the shipwrecked people understeod one
word of Danish, yet I have never seen such moved
countenances, not an eye but was ' wet. I wished
to be able to fathom the secret thoughts of those
present and the feelings which animated them. One
thing was evident to us all—the words of Scripture—
" There is but one step between me and death." Yes,it was
a striking funeral, no pomp or ostentation ; we had neither
mutes, or funeral car, or mourning garments ; passengers
and seamen met together in their everyday dress, some in
peasants' costume, but all had assembled to show their little
travelling companion this last mark of affection. And here
ends my sketch. Perhaps I have not given the details in
the best way—the time was short, my heart heavy, and the
catastrophe overwhelming. But of one thing lam certain,
and that is that the facts are authentic.

TRIAL FOR MURDER IN LUBLIN.

A trial for murder, which ended on Wednesday

in a verdict of "Not Guilty," is exciting consider-
able discussion in Dublin. The Daily Express
in giving a resume of the evidence, dwells upon the
circumstances that have fastened public attention
so strongly on the case :
"An aged couple who, as man and wife, had
struggled up the hill of life together, and had
descended together also towards the valley of the
shadow of death, lived in a single room in Ormond-
street, Dublin. They were silk-weavers by trade,
and each worked at the loom. The rooms above
and below were occupied by other lodgers, and
there were breaks in the floor and in the ceiling,
which made it possible for those who lodged above
and below to hear any unusual noise in the room
which was occupied by Gill and his deceased wife.
There was but one bed in the room, in which they
both slept. They were believed to live on good
terms, except when he drank on Friday or Satur-
day, and then he was ' cross.' On a Sunday morn-
ing the lodgers in the room under theirs heard a
noise like the dropping of water from the ceiling,
and found on examination that it was blood. They
raised an alarm among the inmates of the house.
Some persons knocked at Gill's door. They
entered and found his wife in a sitting posture
at the fire, with her throat cut through to the
bone, her hands and arms besmeared with
blood, while a blunt knife without a
handle, lay loosely in her hand. The body
when thus discovered by the neighbours was not
quite cold, showing that life was not very long ex-
tinct. The milkwoman had knocked at the usual
hour, and the milk was taken in by the old man,
dressed only in his shirt, which was not an unusual
circumstance, and therefore excited no attention.
But nothing was then said of the death of his wife.
If the woman was murdered her husband must
have done the deed, as he declared himself that
there was no other person in the room. But why
should he do it ? What could be his motive ? He
had subscribed for years to a burial society, from
which he was entitled to £5 or a if his wife died
a natural death. But then she earned something
by her labour, varying from 12s. to 20s. a-week.
Was he likely to deprive himself of that by a foul
crime ? The defence was not that some other per-
son had committed the murder, but that there was
no murder at all. It was alleged that the unfortu-
nate old woman committed suicide, that she had
been for some time unsound in her mind, and that
the razors had been put out of her way the day
before. The medical testimony was entirely against
the idea that tie mortal wound could have been
inflicted in such a manner with such an instrument
by her own hand. But then the doctors admitted
the possibility, and left room for a rational doubt.
Besides the nature of the wound, and the instru-
ment found in her hand—not grasped firmly or
thrown aside, as might be expected in a case of
suicide where such terrible maniac force must have
been used—there is the difficulty that the crime of
self-destruction could not be effected unknown to
Gill, that he did not miss her from the bed, and
that when he rose to open the door for the milk-
woman he did not notice that she was a corpse,
though he must have passed near her, as the bed
was but two feet from the fireplace where she sat.
Why had she not gone to bed, or, if she had gone
to bed, why was she up so early ? Why sitting
stiff and motionless, with her head against the fire-
place ? These are questions which might natu-
rally have been asked, even by a ' cross' hus-
band, especially if he thought that the poor old
woman was deranged, and needed to be guarded
against self-destruction. The jury found that all
these facts were consistent with the innocence of
the prisoner. Still we cannot but feel that it would
have been more satisfactory if the coroner's inquest
and the inquiries of the police, and the evidence
produced by the Crown, had thrown more light
upon the whole case, and rendered it certain that
the deceased had died by her own hand. The public
are unfortunately left under the painful impression,
from the possibilities .of this case, that a murder
may be committed where two persons are living
together in a room to which no one else has access,
and that the guilty party may escape with impunity.
We do not quarrel with the verdict in this case.
We grant that it was strictly according to the evi-
dence, and we are obliged to assume that the evi-
dence was the best that could be produced. We
must regard the accused as an innocent man, for a
jury of his countrymen have not found him guilty.
-We treat the question merely as one of the most
perplexing of judicial puzzles."

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