The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1860-10-12
The Missing Ship.
By JOHN B. COUGH.

over the conversion Of every sinner. They
have such views of the worth of the soul,
and of the fearful woe involved in its ruin !;
such views of the Divine love, and of the
perfect bliss Of sharing that love, that they
cannot fail to sympathize with every prodi-
gal saved from woe, and enriched with per-
sonal experience Of Gods love. The tender
ness and power of human sympathy may oc-
| casionally shed light on the same feeling in
angels. The following graphic description OF
the anxiety once for the steamer Atlantic,
is suggestive:
81 remember being in the city of New York
at the time The steamship Atlantic was miss
ing. She was due some days, and the people
began to despair. The Atlantic has not
been heard of yet. What news of the At
lantic or exchanged - None Telegraphic
dispatches came in from all quarters, ANY
news of the Atlantic . and the word thrilled
along the wires into the hearts Of those who
had friends on board, No Day after day
passed, and people began to be excited, when
the booming Of the guns told that ship was
passing up the Narrows. People went out
/ upon the Battery, upon the Castle Garden,
and on the tops of houses, with their spy
glasses but it was British ship the Tn
ion Jack was flying. They watched her till
she came across to her moorings, and their
hearts sank within them. They sent hastily
across. ANY news of the Atlantic y Hasn't
| the Atlantic arrived 2? No; she sailed ff-
teen days before We did, and we have heard
nothing of her. And the people said, She
has gone after the President Those who
had friends on board began to make up their
mourning day after day passed, and the
captains wife was so i'll that the doctor said
she must die # her suspense was not remov-
ed. Day after day passed, and men looked
at one another ard said. a sad thing about
I the Atlantic, isn't it p" At last, one bright
and beautiful morning. the guns doomed a
cross the bay, and ship was seen coming up
the Narrows.
Down went the people to the Battery, and
on the Castle Garden with their spy-slasses.
they saw it was a British ship again, and
their hearts seemed to sink within them. Ru;
up she came, making ridge Of foam before
her, and got TO l.cr moorings. And then you
coul! hear tie heavy sigh, as if it was tn
last hope dying out in that sigh and mer
looked at each other blankly and men wnc
had never wept wiped away the tears ; and
by-and-by, some one cried out, She is pas,
her moorinss, she is >,eaminS up the river,
so she is. Then they wiped away the dim
ness of grief. They watched the vessel
round she steamed most gallantly and a:
she came by the immense mass of spectator.
on the wharvcs, and the garden, and the Bat
terry, the crew hoisted flags from the truck
to the main chains, and an officer jumped up
on the paddle-box, put the trumpet to hi
, lips, and called out, The Atlantic is safe
she has put into Cork forrepairs.' And suci
3, shout. 0, how they shouted Shout
: shout, shout hundreds of thousands shout
ed transparencies were hang up in front Of
the hotels, The Atlantic is safe Bands of
music paraded through the streets, the tele
graphic wires worked all night long, 'Th'
: Atlantic is safe, safe, safe" carrying JOY t,
;. millions of hearts. And not one in hun
> dred thousand who rejoiced had a friend or
relative on board that steamer 1t was sym
pathy for the sorrows of others. with whom
they had no tie save that which God created
I when he made of one blood all the earth
and permitted us as brethren to call him tn
common Father of us all.