The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1858-11-10

it burst from the bosom Of Bridget Ryan, who,
with both children clasped in her arms, kneel-
ed upon the deck. When the solemn ceremo-
ny was over, and the fair form of Dora had sunk
many athoms to its deep AMI silent grave, a
low wall of excessive anguish broke from the
lips of Bridget.
Dora Callan! Dora Gallant" she at length
uttered, while deep ervency of tone which
was in itself eloquence. "Why have you gone
! from me-from me whose heart loved you like
its life? But who may keep what the Great
Maker wants? Bright be your place among
the angels--welcome be your fair face where all
is beautiful! Och! shall ever forget how sweet
you were how kind, how loving. When you
wtlle from your great winding sheet, Dora
mine, may we who mourn you now, meet you
rejoicing" .f.
Then her voice sank till its murmur.ngs be-
came inaudibIe; while rocking herselfto and fro
on the deck, she covered over the children, and
bathed them with her tears. Impressed by the
scene, all stood in deep silence, watching the
subsiding struggles Of her griet. Almost un-
marked, q change Of weather had gradually
come on, and a more than common activity de-
olared that some exigency was approaching
Low winds seemed from aiar gathering tie
clouds that soon overspread the sky, till the
hollow dismal wailng became long howls and
hoarse shrieks and the darkness grew into
bIackest night. Oh, for the pen of Cooper 10
portray the storm which broke above the devo-
ted ship while it reeled and sta ygered amid the
rage of contending and boiling seas. The cap
tain and crew did their duty firmly. Perhaps
there is no energy, no courage, equal to that OF
the true sailor; no sense of duty so high, so
| perfectly, so nobly fulfilled. Vain were all
their efforts; the sea Surged above the yards,
sweeping down on the doomed bark, which
would braveiy rise again above the briny deluge
Desperately she plunged her wild way, till at
small islands in the D'Entrecastreaux channel
The morning broke at length but it cam
rather to reveal than to relieve their distres -
When the vessels struck Shrek compoundo d
ofmany wild voices pierced the thick dark ers
the masts went by the board a rushing sea
swept the deck, carrying many despairin4
wrctches into the engulphinS waters; but with
the grey dear light morning came lull.-
The captain who still survived with some few
the passengers and crew, felt deep a, xiety rol
the fate of Bridget, and was seeking for her in
qniring for her, when she crcpt forth WITH the
tw, children in her arms. ........ ...
"'fhe bravest hero on board" he exclaimed,
as he beheld her. "iIope on" he continued
s2r,ng'ng forward, Eve are dcs3red there are
bouts making toward u.s." .r ..
AT these words Bridget started to her fee
Just as tremendous wave strrct he ship and
sweeping the deck, carried her and the children
overheard. Much is said Of human seliShness
in the emergencies of great danger, and much
is ofcourse exhibited, but so powerfully ! al
Bridget's example and peauty ofcharacter i'm
pressed her fellow sufferers, that the most vita
interests was felt in her fate, and at this catas
trophe, many cried aloud, Save her.' while a
the moment hopeless orsaving themselves. The
boats which had put off from Bruno Island
rcdoubled their Efforts. Bridget succeeded in
graspng fragment Of timber, and thus kept
herself a1oat; the heavy rain, which had beer
sometime falling, increasing, refreshed her, ard
the Sc subsded, as fcalmad by The tears ofhea
ven, the cheering voices of the approaching men
kept alive the pulses other heart and at las
Bridget and the children were rescued, the lit
tie helpless creatures, wonderful 10 relate, alive
This, however, she scarcely was herself; ye
amid what were apparently the panss ofdeath
her sense Of duty wass still paramount. Carried
on shore, soothing voices and succoring hand!
were soon around her, but she made a feeble eff
fort to retain the children, while she exclaimed
with what strength remained to her, 'Michae
Callan.'
The names was repeated aloud by those whit
maeled her anxiety, and immediatelya younI
man who had helped to man the boat that sa
we'd her pressed eagerly forward. q.
Here am,' what would you with Michael
GALLANT
He wss dr,ctcd to the dying woman he knel
down beside her. Bridget opened her eye'
which moment before had been closed to th,
last exhaustation and faininess.
'Are you hep she asked.
am Michael Callan.'
Now the father of Mercy and all His saint
be praised she family calculated, Michael Ca
len, here is your child-Dora' childP and will
these words her long sustained energies forsool
her, and she sank insensible into the arms c
the people near her.
The story soon spread through the colony
and by the time Bridget was restored to healtl
and strength. she found herself possessed of
little fortune All who like herself, had survi
we'd the wreck, bore testimony of her Christia
; charity and heroism, and from every quarter c
the island subscriptions in her behalfpoured ir
Her home was on the banks Of the Huron
thithcr every year Michael Callan and his bo
make a pilgrimage to the fond friend Of Dora
and the faithful prescrver other child.
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