Daily American organ. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1856, 1855-09-27

very remarkable attempt to desert from n
merchant vessel was made by seaman In the
Sound on Saturday night. Fifteen Of the crew Of
the Wanota, Captain March, now lying in this port
were sent to prison by the magistrates of Saltash
on Friday, for disobedience to the captain while at
sea- and TWAS stated at the examination that there
were some men on board who had melted the dis
obedience but bad themselves cunninrly drawn
out OF the combination. II seems the crew RI.
naming on board fixed on the ships Joiner as one
Of those sdroit misleaden, and taunted him with
IL; and this, 1t Is stated, probably caused deter
mination In his mind to quit the ship. He kept
his own counsel, however, and bided his time
Any ordinary mode Of transit being out Of his
reach, he prepared, on Saturday night 10 commit
his life and substantial fortunes TO the waves. We
say his "fortune," for he had no intention OF part
ing with HE clothes, or tools that apperfained 20
his Office as joiner. He accordingly secretly dressed
himself In his stock Of shirts and trousers. putting
on seven.of the former and three Of the latter gar
ments, and packing the tools IN canvass bag
waited for the flowing tide TO carry him ashore
The tide turned about midnight, and when the
deck was clear and all was silent on board the
joiner secured his person 10 two Of the ship's
buoys, and with hs bag Of tools for ballast stealth
ily dropped into the water. M
The Wanota Ia anchored mile and hal from
the shore, towards which he pushed his war pro-
pelling himself by bis lower members At first le
advanced checrily; the night was calm and starlit
and the current OF the tide was strongly in his a.
vor, but soon the coolness Of the bath dashed his
spirits, and when Il too late he began 10 feel
the cogging effect Of thc threc-fold integunents Ii
which he had 30 carefully encased his propelnc
members. His efforts TO 20 ahead grew feebler
and feebler, and BY the time he had gained half
the distance he was 30 exhausted that he became
alarmed at his danger and shouted as well as be
could for help Open ears and succoring hands
we're not far of, and this piteous "voice Of the
night being drfted on the breeze 10 a coast guard
vessel In the Sound boat was Immediately ecnt
to the rescue. The joiner and his life-bnoys we're
soon Uncovered by the guard, and most ptiablo
spectacle did the follow present He was quite
exhaustcd-even gone beyond the power OF being
able 10 assist himself and bis ballast into the boat,
and Il became necessary 70 tow the novel voyager
70 the cast guard vessel; he was with como didi-
Guilty got on board Of her and revived Early Ia
the morning he was taken back to tho Wanota,
where the culprits appearance on deck occasioned
great deal OF amusement among the crew. He
has since been under arrest but we should al
most think the suffering and fright Of that starlit
voyage were sufficient punishment for the f,i.
lows intended dese'tion--P Plymouth (Eng,) Nail.
The Loss or A WIFE lin comparison with the
losa OF q wife, all other bereavements are rilinr
The wife she who busted herself 20 unwcarlodlv
for the precious ones around her; bitter the tears
that hlll upon her cold clay You stand beside
her coffin and think OF the pact. II seems an am
ber-colored pathway, where the sun shone on
beautiful flowers, the stars that glittered over
head. Fsin would tho soul linger there. No
thorns nre remembered, save those your hands
may unwillingly have planted. Her noble, tender
heart is open TO your inmost sight You think Of
her now as all gentlencss, all beauty all purity.
But she is dead The dear bead that laid upon
your bosom, rests In the still darkness, upon a pill
low OF clay. Tha hands that have ministered 90
untirngly, are folded white and cold, beneath the
gloomy portal The heart whose every beat meaa-
ured an eternity OF love, lies under your feet The
flowers she bent over with smiles. bent down above
her in tears, shaking the dew from eeir petal.
that the vcrdure around her may be kept green
and beautiful.
There is 20 strange hush in every ROOM no
light footstep moving around. No smile 10 greet
you atnightfsll. And the old clock ticks and strikes
and ticks, II was music when she could hear Il,
Nov II seems kncll on the hours through which
you watched the shadows Of death upon her sweet
face.
And every day the clock repeats that oil story
Many another tale II telleth too--of beautiful
words and deeds that are registered above. Yoa
feel-ob, how often--that tho grave cannot keep
her.