Weekly Trinity journal., 1859-11-19

wide, was most carefully fitted and made as
light as possible the sedge was of solid oak,
and almost as heavy as the boat.
A large quantity of clothing was found with
her, also two human skeletons. One of these lay
in the after part of the Boat, under pile of
clothing the other, which was much more dis.
turbed, probably by animals, was found in the
bow. Five pocket watches, Il quantity OF silver
spoons and forks, and few religious books were
also found, but no journals pocket books, or even
names upon any articles Of clothing. Two dou-
bc-barreled guns stood upright against the boat S
sidc precisely as they had been placed eleven
years before One barrel of each was londed
and cooked there was ammunition in abundance
also thirty forty pounds OF chocolate, some tea
and tobacco. Fuel was not wanting drift
tree lay within one hundred yards of the boat"
Every relic of interest which coulA be obtained
was gathered up, and the party started on their
return. After most perilous and risky voyage
they reached Disco Island, whence they sailed
for England on the lst of September.
The following interesting summing up of the
result of the lately returned searching eXpedi-
ton, from the San Francisco Times, will meet
with a hearty response from every reader:
The painful doubts which have for more than
fourteen years hung over the fate of the gallant
old navigator, Sir John Franklin, and which
have called forth so many expressions of the
better portion Of human nature-its sympathy,
generosity and philanthropy at length
been cleared away. Sir John has been lying for
twelve years stiff and cold like the icebcrgs he
so long aud galantly combated, away towards
the pole amid its chcereSs desolation. His life
bark is anchored forever amid the geld waters
through whose IMPLYING wastes he sought so
long and iruitlessly to find way to the western
terminus. Like John Quincy Adams, he died
1 - I...1- 4 anil
of his own ship. in the midst of his faithful olI-
GERS and true companions, shut out from living
breathing, happy civilization. away in the vii
derness OF ice and snow, Of sterile rocks and
binding glaciers, chained by the unreentng
frost beyond the reach Of pity, sympathy and
assistance like Promethcus to his rock. with
disease like the vulture feeding upon his frame,
in his chosen field Of adventure, he fell as did
Mungo Park even his fate unknown for long and
weary, dreary years 1t was, perhaps, well very
well quite likely the very death he would have
chosen, certainly the death most in accordance
with the morals of his adventurous life. lie WIS
noble specimen Of his class. Few, if any, have
ever exceeded him in those qualities Whilh ,Hiue
man for such life he JGl.,. never see the use
and wisdom OF riskng much OF human life,
galantry and daring in seeking to discover n
north west passage, wuich the world knew could
be of no practical advantage, slil it Is Impossible
not TO admire the courage and perseverance he
exhibited in again and again voluntarily seeking
the solution in the face of so many known fright
ful dangers. lie has won his fame well. His
monument is already erected. In the hearts of
his admirers, and in the frozen peaks of that
country Of desolation, terror and death, the ice
god has built his monunent--hc genius OF storms
and tenpeSts has fashioned his scpulchrc; and
the whistling gales which rush down from the
bleak mountain and chilling glacier, full of con-
gelaton and death, will chant his requiem in
fitting harmonics as long as daring has its vota-
ries-as long as snow shall sprinkle the mountain
which bears his uame.