The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-03-29

the walls OF broken hearts, the wind
sighed through the rigging. Great, ugly
demons came up from the depths, and
sat on the waves, and sang In Welrd
voices snatches from the terrible songs
they sing down there, when human
bodies sink down to their homes. Ihe
pirates of the sky waved their black
flags, and the lightning became thelr
sabers, and the thunder their artlllefy'
Mortality is careless. Ihere was
mirth in the cabin, some hundreds oil
human hearts were beating there, and
all thought themselves in safety. FAR
forms were oircling to bewilderlng
music; some raised alott the glowing
wine cup, with its sparkling beads upon
the brim; some eyes were looking love
to eyes which dropped beneath theirs,
and the music of the hearts of the vast
crowd kept on It's revel. My vile clung
to my arm in mortal terror. Thank COO,
l supported and comforted her! Ealth
Nj Monttort sat down to the piano, ana In
her magnificent voice sang the glorlous
hymn: ..
"God moves In q mysterious way,
His wonders to perform,
He plants his footsteps in the sea
| And rides upon the storm"
I have never heard anything like it. She
seemed like one inspired, and she In
| spired the whole throng.
ash-urasn-crashI God help us.
| the boat has struck another vessel III
| the awful biaoknesS Of tue night, and all
is over. The vessel is participating
| there in the darkness of that mldnlght
sea; she IL breaking, oleaVlng in twain
| More wildly roared the waVes-mOre
wildly howled tue winds-mors terribly
crashed The thunder, and, blended with
| M II
ing shrek of some hundreds of souls
In mutual agony. Ol that shrek, will 1t
never cease ringing in my ears? Oh
| those terror roZen faoes-LhoSe nXed,
CLASSY eyes, viii they never oeese 10
| leer ut me, in the darkness OF stormy
| nights?
"Save yourselves" shouted the cap
| tain.
| A life boat was alongside, filling as
| fast as human beings could spring in;
my we stood beside me. Edith Mont
fort Just behind. Good Heaven! the
agony of that moment, when the sh ut
4 was:
"R )om tor one more"
The devil tempted me then and 1 haf
turned and reached for Edith. 1t was
put moment, the God Within me came
back, ana l lifted my wlte tenderly INTO
the boat. My soul approved, and even
in that dreadful moment L was happy
tnat ! had done my duty. A tremer-
dOus sea Wi rolling,anu o"e great way g
bore GA toward the If5 boat. Az that
critical period IA crowd Of passengers
ma le selfish by their fierce agony.
Jumped into the boat, unmlndiul OF COZ
Isequences, and III less tlan u moment
tue boat, Win every soui 1t contained,
" enJ TO the bottom. l saw still, despair.
| y I hs
WaLers-saW Inc fiery geam OF despair.
ing eyes-heard one half m0tnered
scream rise above the roar OF tho waves,
and then all was over with them. Then,
even The black Il gs on high trGmbled
with pity, and Lne tears Of the angels
Tell drops Of rain. Those who still re.
manned upon the wreck were making
the last sad endeavOrs TO save theM
selves and their friends. some were
lashng themselves 70 boards, 10 artl.
oles OF furniture, TO doors, others were
launching forth in the little Doats, while
Others sat prone and helpless with
fixed, stony eye, ana tongues palsie.i
with terror.
l Isoug1t Edith Montfort. She was as
sisting every one, cheering every one,
and bidding every one to trust IN God
Another hour, and we were the only
souls left upon Il portion of the WrecE
which mad 1ioated away from the rest
There we stood, side by side, upon 4
trail plank, out i'll the midst OF wild
waste Of water; the dead and dying all
around US; occasionally u louu snriek
told OF another soul i'll its last agony
aud occasionally a floating spar CANT
near us with a deai man dashed TO IL
And still the night was as black at
doom, and the storm like carnival o
Demons. Yet was happy. l had no
been 50 happy lor ten years. l STOOD be
side EdlLu; and we understood eacl
other now. We were to die, tor deall
= would give us TO each otner for all etel
: city, and clasping each other by til,
hand, we stood and approached VIVA
> seemed inevitable death. But we dit
not die; saved alone OF all on board.
Now, when otner gales are blowing
we sit by each others side, ana thIhl
, with "thank G0d' upon our lips U
= that one terrible night. Sometimes
can hear the waves beat arounu me IL
they did that nlght-sOmetimes whel
the wind howls so dreadlully, almos
) near Lhe spirit of dying man iii it, ant
L almost snudder when / think OF benz
y y out al sea. Atloat or ashoret Inaul
: God, ashore!