Southern reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1851-185?, 1852-04-21

a multitude Of half clad wretches rushed upop
the deck IN wild confusion.
ave have accomplished il" hoarsely NUT
tered Colburn, with diabolical grin, as he
saw the red flames ascend. It was he, who
having fred the bedding in his room for the
purpose Of destroying the steamer to glut his
his vengeance on Angeline Marvin and Or
lando Warrener, now gazcd upon the ascend
ing flames with iendish pleasure; and, with
his compeers in guilt, he stood ready to Sc
cure the small-boats when necessity should
require.
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The flames rushed on and hope was extin-
guished. The pilot had run the boat in To-
wards the shore till her engines would no
longer work, and the cry was given to leave
the vessel. Hundreds Of emigrants rushed
over her sides like frightened sheep. The
captain with his wife in his arms, had leaped
into the dark waves, and were no more. Or
lando and Angeline stood upon the bow Of
the burning steamer, and embraced.
1--WE must risk the food, said Orlando
{" and if We perish, let US die clasped to each
others bosom"
"And if We are saved, we viii be saved
together" calmly replied Angeline. Let
us repeat the Lords prayer"
The two united their voices in that laconic
prayer Of faith, imprinted on each others
lips fond kiss, and, locked together, leaped
into the troubled waves Their spirits were
set free and God removed them to his throne.
The guilty Colburn and his equally guilty
companions strove to launch the boat. II
was settled nearly down into the water, and
all Of them but the leading fend himself were
in it. lie was descending, with a triumphant
smile on his lips, when his foot became en-
tangled in one Of the ropes Of the pullies, and
he fell, hanging with his head dOwnwards,
unable to help himself in the least. His tall
raised the stern Of the boat, which was at
u
taehed TO the rope by which he hung, and i
capsized. The guilty wretches struggled a.
while in the water, but soon went down to rise
no more. The flames rushed on, and Colburn
still hung in that distressful position, while
the raging fire scorehed and roasted his bis
tering body. He groaned, and cursed, and
rayed, and wished4or death thousand times
At length, far off towards the shore he saw
a skilf pulling swiftly for the steamer. Hope
for moment took possession Of his bosom.
He groaned, cried, and cursed the slow rate
at which it came, as still he hung, broiling in
the flames, a martyr to his own fendish dis
position. II nears the vessel now, but his
voice is almost hushed by the arrowy tOngued
flames, that are tapping up his ebbing life,
and they hear not his cries. They stop to
pick up some floating sufferer, and be eyes
them with envy. The rope that held him fast
is now burned in two, and he plQnges into the
water but his arms are SO scorched that he
cannot use then, and he sinks down. and sees
the blue sky Of dawning day above him, but
down, down he sinks in spite Of every effort.
He strives to breathe a curse, but the strang-
ling waters rush in to stop his blaspheming
mouth, and the miserable 6end lies upon the
bottom and dies.
The bodies Of Orlando aud Angeline were
afterwards recovered and placed as they we're
found, in Mount Pleasant Cemetry, where a
beautiful white monument marks the spot
where they repose; and lovers delight to
wander there, and scatter flowers over their
grave, and sigh over the fate Of hundreds that
perished in the Burning Steamer, and regret
that
aO'er the scene while pale remembrance weeps
Fate with fell triumph rides upon the deeps."
70 The ingenuity Of advertisers is taxed
to the utmost in search Of novel ways Of at
tracing the public attention. The following
from the advertising columns Of the Louis
VILE journal, Is goou IN It's way
HORRIBLE The other morning Just after
dinner about the time people we're going to
bed, a small boy, about 80 years old, only
daughter Of an old maid with three orphan
children, who lives exactly opposite the post
Office, on the same side Of the way (they don't
live where they do now we're alarmed BY
hearing dumb man crying murder" !" and
on looking out, they saw a blind man peeping
into window where a no-armed man was
beating his wife when a no-legged man rushed
in kicked the dog through the side Of the
house, slightly killing two dead. pigs that the
old hen had hatched day or two after
The old man started off for the doctor, who
had gone to Webster's Daguerrean Gallery,
No. 479, Main street, tO.haze the back side Of
his face taken.
NOBODY BUT JENNY LTND.-In Cleveland,
man who had purchased ticket to the
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