Southern telegraph. (Rodney, Miss.) 1834-1838, 1837-08-29
No. 20.--VyhoIe No. rs .


, crying to their husbands TO save their chill
dren, in total forgetfuness of themselves
every second or two desperate plunge Of
some poor victim falling on the appalled,
ear-the dashng 10 and fro of the horses on
the forecaste, groaning audibly for pall OF
: the deyouring element--the continued put
hng of the engine, for it still continued to
go-the screaming mother who had leaped
overheard IN the desperation of the moment
with her only child--,he flames mounting
to the sky with the rapidity of lightning
shall ever forget tllat scene-that hour Of
/ horror and alarm? Never, were | to live
till the memory shall forget all else that
ever came to the senses. The short half
hour that separated and plunged into eterni,
" 200 human beings has been so burnt in.
to the memory that even now think Of il
more than half the day.
was swimming to the shore with all my
nigh, endeavoring to sustain a mother and a
child. My strength failed The babe was
nothinu-a mere cork. Go, go said the
brave mother, save my child, save my
and she sunk to rise no more. Nerved by
the resolution of that woman reached the
shore in safety. The babe saved. Ere
reached the beach the Shcrrod had swung
of the bar, and was slowly floating down,
the engine having ceased running. la
every direction heads dotted the surface
Of the river A new and still more awful
appearance the burning wreck now wore.
! Mothers were seen cinging, with the last
hope to the blazing timbcrs, and dropping
off one by one. The screams had ceased.
4 sullen silence rested o'er the devoted
vessel. The flames became tired Of their
destructive work.
While | sat dripping and overcome upon
the beach, a steamboat the Columbus, hove
| in sight, and bore for the wreck Ii seem
ed like one last ray Of hope cleaning across
the dead gloom OF the night. several wretch
cs were saved. And still another, the
Statesman came in sight. More, moro were
saved.
A moment to me had only elapsed, when
high ia the heavens tho ciaders, flew AMI
the country was lighted all around. Still
another boat came booming on. was
happy that more help had came. After an
t exchange Of words with the Columbus, he
continued on his way under full steam.
Oh, how my heart sunk within me! The
waves created by his boat sent many poor
mortal 20 his long home. A being BY tho
name of Doughcrty was The captain OF That
merciless boat Long may he be remenl-
bcred!
nv tuuds were burnt, aud now hc-nrs
to experience severe pain. The scene be.
1 fore me--the less OF my two sisters and
brother, whom had missed in the confu-
sion, all had stcatcd my heart. | could
net weep--l could not sigh. The cries OF
tho babe at nay side was nothing to me.
Again-anothef explosion and the wa
,ers closed slowly and sullenly over the
scene ofdisaster and death. Darkness re-
sumed her sway, and the stiffness was only
interrupted by the distant efforts OF the Col
umbus and Statesman in their laudable ex-
ertions to save human life.
Captain Castieman iost,I believe, father
and child. Some argue this is punishment
enough. No: it is not. He had the lives
of hundreds under his charge. He was
careless of his trust, he was guilty of a
crime that nothing will ever wipe out The
blood Of 300 victims are crying out from the
father of waters, for vengeance. Neither
society nor law will give it. His punish-.
ment is yet to come. May | never meet
himt
could tell of scenes of horror that would
rouse the indignation of a stone; but flave
done. As to myself could tell You much
TO excite your interest. It was moro than
three weeks after the occurrence before
ever shed tear. All the fountains Of SYM
pathV had been dried up, and my head
was as the stone. AS lay on my bed the
9th day after, tears, salt tears came to my
relief, and felt the loss of my sisters and
brother more deeply then ever. Peace be-
to their spirits! they found a watery grave.
| In the course of all human events sccHes
of misery will occur. But where they arse
from sheer carelessness, it requires more
than christian fortitude to forgive the being
who Is in fault. Irepeat, may never meet
captain CastIemen Or captain Dougherty.
! BEAUTIFUL SENrnENr.--ln some scraps
translated from tire Geruan OF jean Paul.
for the New York Mirror, we find the fol-
lowing beautiful sentiment -
"'The soul of man is an altar to God, nj
which Religion and Poetry are the minister
ing saints"
How happy would il be forus -four souls
n we're indeed affairs to our Creator, at which
the finer susceptibilities of our nature would
minister, creating the feeling Of deep devot-
edness and reverenlial gratitude which the
creature should entertain to the Creator.
/. Actuated by such ennobling impulses, how
much would life lose Gifts asperity and rilgs
goodness, and how in their stead would sping
Eup kindly affections that would smooth the
) pathway of existence, and render time the
! parent Of usefulness and h1ppiness. Were
. Religion to govern our conduct, and Poetry
> throw around us the glorics OF its presence,
! The relations OF society would M Iongcr be-
} married BY jealousy and illIeeling, whIsia
consciousness of our dependence ON Deity,
r aud sensitiycncss 10 the harmonies OF cTcd-