Sinking Of The Titanic And Great Sea Disasters, Logan Marshall [ebook reader with highlight function TXT] 📗

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Paradise. There Still Must Be A Reason Why It Is Not An Unhappy

Thing To Be Taken From "The World We Know To One A

Wonder Still," And So That We Go Bravely,  What Does It Matter,

The Mode Of Our Going? It Was Not Only Those Who Stood

Back,  Who Let The Women And Children Go To The Boats,  That

Died. There Died Among Us On The Shore Something Of The

Fierce Greed Of Bitterness,  Something Of The Sharp Hatred Of

Passion,  Something Of The Mad Lust Of Revenge And Of Knife-

Edge Competition. Though We Are Not Aware Of It,  Perhaps,

We Are Not Quite The People That We Were Before Out Of The

Mystery An Awful Hand Was Laid Upon Us All,  And What We Had

Thought The Colossal Power Of Wealth Was In A Twinkling Shown

To Be No More Than The Strength Of An Infant's Little Finger,

Or The Twining Tendril Of A Plant.

 

          "Lest We Forget; Lest We Forget!"

 

{"Illustration",  Really "Music" Lyrics =

 

God Of Mercy And Compassion,  Look With Pity On My Pain;

Hear A Mournful,  Broken Spirit Prostrate At Thy Feet Complain;

Many Are My Foes And Mighty; Strength To Conquer I Have None;

Nothing Can Uphold My Goings But They Blessed Self Alone. Amen

 

{2nd Stanza}

Saviour,  Look On Thy Beloved,

Triumph Over All My Foes,

Turn To Heavenly Joy My Mourning,

Turn To Gladness All My Woes;

Live Or Die,  Or Work Or Suffer

Let My Weary Soul Abide,

In All Changes Whatsoever,

Sure And Steadfast By Thy Side:

 

{3rd Stanza}

When Temptations Fierce Assault Me,

When My Enemies I Find,

Sin And Guilt,  And Death And Satan,

All Against My Soul Combined,

Hold Me Up In Mighty Waters,

Keep My Eyes On Things Above--

Rightousness,{Sic} Divine Atonement

Peace And Everlasting Love,}

 

 

 

 

 

{Illust. Caption = Latitude 41.46 North,  Longitude 50.14 West

Where Manhood Perished Not}

 

{Illust. Caption = Lowering Of The Life-Boats From The Titanic

 

It Is Easy To Understand Why...}

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{Illust. Caption = Passengers Leaving The Titanic In The Life-Boats

 

The Agony And Despair Which Possessed The Occupants Of These Boats

As They Were Carried Away From The Doomed Giant,  Leaving Husbands And

Brothers Behind,  Is Almost Beyond Description. It Is Little Wonder That The

Strain Of These Moments,  With The Physical And Mental Suffering Which

Followed During The Early Morning Hours,  Left Many Of The Women Still

Hysterical When They Reached New York.}

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where Manhood Perished Not

 

 Where Cross The Lines Of Forty North

     And Fifty-Fourteen West

 There Rolls A Wild And Greedy Sea

     With Death Upon Its Crest.

 No Stone Or Wreath From Human Hands

     Will Ever Mark The Spot

 Where Fifteen Hundred Men Went Down,

     But Manhood Perished Not.

 

 Old Ocean Takes But Little Heed

     Of Human Tears Or Woe.

 No Shafts Adorn The Ocean Graves,

     Nor Weeping Willows Grow.

 Nor Is There Need Of Marble Slab

     To Keep In Mind The Spot

 Where Noble Men Went Down To Death,

     But Manhood Perished Not!

 

 Those Men Who Looked On Death And Smiled,

     And Trod The Crumbling Deck,

 Have Saved Much More Than Precious Lives

     From Out That Awful Wreck.

 Though Countless Joys And Hopes And Fears

     Were Shattered At A Breath,

 'Tis Something That The Name Of Man

     Did Not Go Down To Death.

 

 'Tis Not An Easy Thing To Die,

     E'en In The Open Air,

 Twelve Hundred Miles From Home And Friends,

     In A Shroud Of Black Despair.

 A Wreath To Crown The Brow Of Man,

     And Hide A Former Blot

 Will Ever Blossom O'er The Waves

     Where Manhood Perished Not.

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                      Harvey P. Thew{Spelling Uncertain Due To Poor Printing}

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The Call For Help Heard

 

The Value Of The Wireless--Other Ships Alter Their

Course--Rescuers On The Way

 

"We Have Struck An Iceberg. Badly Damaged.

Rush Aid."

 

Seaward And Landward,  J. G. Phillips,  The

Titanic's Wireless Man,  Had Hurled The Appeal For Help. By Fits

And Starts--For The Wireless Was Working Unevenly And Blurringly

--Phillips Reached Out To The World,  Crying The Titanic's

Peril. A Word Or Two,  Scattered Phrases,  Now And Then A

Connected Sentence,  Made Up The Message That Sent A Thrill

Of Apprehension For A Thousand Miles East,  West And South

Of The Doomed Liner.

 

The Early Despatches From St. John's,  Cape Race,  And

Montreal,  Told Graphic Tales Of The Race To Reach The Titanic,

The Wireless Appeals For Help,  The Interruption Of The Calls,  Then

What Appeared To Be A Successful Conclusion Of The Race When

The Virginian Was Reported As Having Reached The Giant Liner.

 

 

 

 

 

Many Lines Hear The Call

 

Other Rushing Liners Besides The Virginian Heard The Call

And Became On The Instant Something More Than Cargo Carriers

And Passenger Greyhounds. The Big Baltic,  200 Miles To The

Eastward And Westbound,  Turned Again To Save Life,  As She Did

When Her Sister Of The White Star Fleet,  The Republic,  Was

Cut Down In A Fog In January,  1909. The Titanic's Mate,  The

Olympic,  The Mightiest Of The Seagoers Save The Titanic Herself,

Turned In Her Tracks. All Along The Northern Lane The Miracle

Of The Wireless Worked For The Distressed And Sinking White

Star Ship. The Hamburg-American Cincinnati,  The Parisian

From Glasgow,  The North German Lloyd Prinz Friedrich

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Wilhelm,  The Hamburg-American Liners Prinz Adelbert And

Amerika,  All Heard The C. Q. D. And The Rapid,  Condensed

Explanation Of What Had Happened.

 

 

 

 

 

Virginian In Desperate Haste

 

But The Virginian Was Nearest,  Barely 170 Miles Away,  And

Was The First To Know Of The Titanic's Danger. She Went About

And Headed Under Forced Draught For The Spot Indicated In One

Of The Last Of Phillips' Messages--Latitude 41.46 N. And Longitude

50.14 W. She Is A Fast Ship,  The Allan Liner,  And Her

Wireless Has Told The Story Of How She Stretched Through The

Night To Get Up To The Titanic In Time. There Was Need For

All The Power Of Her Engines And All The Experience And Skill

Of Her Captain. The Final Fluttering Marconigrams That Were

Released From The Titanic Made It Certain That The Great Ship

With 2340 Souls Aboard Was Filling And In Desperate Peril.

 

Further Out At Sea Was The Cunarder,  Carpathia,  Which

Left New York For The Mediterranean On April 13th. Round

She Went And Plunged Back Westward To Take A Hand In

Saving Life. And The Third Steamship Within Short Sailing Of

The Titanic Was The Allan Liner Parisian Away To The Eastward,

On Her Way From Glasgow To Halifax.

 

While They Sped In The Night With All The Drive That Steam

Could Give Them,  The Titanic's Call Reached To Cape Race And

The Startled Operator There Heard At Midnight A Message

Which Quickly Reached New York:

 

"Have Struck An Iceberg. We Are Badly Damaged. Titanic

Latitude 41.46 N.,  50.14 W."

 

Cape Race Threw The Appeal Broadcast Wherever His Apparatus

Could Carry.

 

Then For Hours,  While The World Waited For A Crumb Of News

As To The Safety Of The Great Ship's People,  Not One Thing More

Was Known Save That She Was Drifting,  Broken And Helpless

And Alone In The Midst Of A Waste Of Ice. And It Was Not Until

Seventeen Hours After The Titanic Had Sunk That The Words

Came Out Of The Air As To Her Fate. There Was A Confusion

And Tangle Of Messages--A Jumble Of Rumors. Good Tidings

Were Trodden Upon By Evil. And No Man Knew Clearly What

Was Taking Place In That Stretch Of Waters Where The Giant

Icebergs Were Making A Mock Of All That The World Knew Best

In Ship-Building.

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Titanic Sent Out No More News

 

It Was At 12.17 A. M.,  While The Virginian Was Still Plunging

Eastward,  That All Communication From The Titanic Ceased.

The Virginian's Operator,  With The Virginian's Captain At His

Elbow,  Fed The Air With Blue Flashes In A Desperate Effort To

Know What Was Happening To The Crippled Liner,  But No Message

Came Back. The Last Word From The Titanic Was That

She Was Sinking. Then The Sparking Became Fainter. The

Call Was Dying To Nothing. The Virginian's Operator Labored

Over A Blur Of Signals. It Was Hopeless. So The Allan Ship

Strove On,  Fearing That The Worst Had Happened.

 

It Was This Ominous Silence That So Alarmed The Other

Vessels Hurrying To The Titanic And That Caused So Much

Suspense Here.