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THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER.
VOL XXXIV.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 9, 1899.
NO. 35
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We make special efforts to supply the needs of the
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PH ILOSOPHV.
MARIE CONWAY.
There's never a use In the work! for n frown
But to furrow the brow that wears it;
And the man that the world is going to
crown
Is the man who “grins and bears it."
Turn the frown side in and the laugh side
out,
And show up your gayest feather—
As if there were never a cloud about,
But always golden weather.
The worst mistake you can make in life.
And hated most by your brothers,
Is to show that your strength is spent in
the strife,
And to call for help from others.
For every shoulder its burden hears,
And every heart has its aching.
And every spirit the sad cry hears—
The cry of its own heart-breaking.
The big, wide world is a sad, bad place,
With more than, its meed of crying;
It ever delights in a nforry face,
But its enr is dear to sighing.
If you have sorrow and grief and loss
Be. sure you must never show it.
For it’s only an added weight to the cross
For the heartless world to know it.
A smile will lighten the world on its way
And laughter will lighten duty,
And a song to the darkest, dreariest day
Will lend some tint of beauty.
The world has more t han enough of care,
And of sorrow and sin full measure;
Bo keep to yourself the ills you bear.
But share what you have of pleasure,
GRACE DARLING.
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A Story of Heroism Which Never
Crows Old.
Chicago Tribune.
It is only fifty-one years since a
modest little slip of an English girl,
who had been born in a village on the
coast of Northumberland and reared
on the barren rocks off that coast,
known collectively as the Fame is
lands, electrified the civilized world
by a feat of daring and a display of
heroism that stands almost matchless
in the record of brave deeds perform
ed by women.
In those days newspapers were few,
aud the telegraph was unknown.
Consequently news traveled with a
leaden heel, compared with these
times. Events that would to-day be
flashed throughout the world within a
few hours, rarely became known be
came known beyond the confines of a
county fifty years ago, and heroes
were not made in a day, as now. In
fact, heroes were like epochs—few
and far between.
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Consequently the achievement of
this modest little country girl was
perforce one of startling bravery to
have spread to all corners of the
Christian world and to have placed
her name almost as high on the scroll
of fame as that of Jeanne D’Arc. The
name of Grace Darling is engraved in
the history of England, in poetry, in
sculpture, in song, and in innumer
able paintings.
And still the question is asked:
“And who was Grace Darling, any
way?”
The opportunity that was to show
that Grace Dariing was of heroic
mould came on Sept. 6, 1838, when
she was 22 years old, Her father,
William Darling, was the keeper of
the lighthouse on Longstone, the
outer light of the Fame islands.
Longstone, like the other so-called
islands of the group, was simply a
mass of bassaltic rock, scantily cover
ed here and there with hardy lichen,
and inhabited, outside of the occu
pants of the lighthouse, by vast flocks
of screaming sea fowl.
The steamer Forfarshire, a little
vessel of about 300 tons, sailed from
Hull on its regular trip to Dundee on
the evening of Wednesday, Sept. 5,
1838, under the command of John
Humble. It carried a valuable cargo,
twenty-two cabin and nineteen steer
age passengers, and a crew, making
up a total of sixty-three souls.
The Forfarshire was one of the
crack steamers of those days and was
only two years old. But subsequent
events disclosed the fact that the
boilers were out of order and that it
was practically unseaworthy. ■
Trouble developed almost at the
beginning of the voyage. When off
Flamborough Head a serious leak was
sprung in one of the boilers and the
pumps were put to work. The leak
increased and soon two of the fires
were extinguished. These were re
lighted, however, after some repairs
| were made, but the vessel made little
progress, and three steamers passed ;
it in one day.
There was growing uneasiness and !
alarm among the passengers, which |
increased as heavier weather came on
I Thursday evening and the ship ap-
rapidly as it. was pumped in, and at
10 o’clock the fires were extinguished
aud the engines became useless.
At that time the ship bore off St.
Abb’s head and the storm was in
creasing in fury. The sails were
hoisted to steady the ship, and it
managed to keep away from the land
for awhile. But the currents were
too strong and all on board soon saw
that the ship was becoming unman
ageable and was being sucked toward
the south by the current-like tide. No
attempt was made to cnst anchor, nnd
soon the ship was drifting helplessly.
The rain came down in torrents and
an impenetrable fog enveloped the
doomed vessel.
* * * * *
So the ship drifted through the
night, the sound of breakers on a
rocky coast coming to the ears of the
anxious watchers at short aud shorter
intervals. As the gray light of dawn
sifted through the fog banks the out
look saw breakers close to loewnrd
and at the same time the light on
Longstone. Captain Humble made
an effort to run his ship between the
islands and the mainland, but it
would not answer the helm and was
tossed about on the crest of the waves
like a toy ship in a mill-race.
It was evident to all that the eud
was near. The ship was being drawn
to a barren rock that jutted above the
waves, and these were breaking over
the ship every minute. Eyes were
turned toward the light on Longstone,
but all felt that no boat could live in
those waters and despaired of succor
from that quarter.
The crew made a rush for a life
boat and lowered it, and many es
caped in it. One woman jumped for
the boat, but was left to perish. The
captain’s wife was clinging to him
aud other women surrounded him, so
that he was unuble to exert any con
trol over his crew.
The crash came quickly. The ship
was lifted on the crest of a monster
wave and dropped amidships on the
ragged edge of the rock that descends
sheer at that point a hundred fathoms
deep. The vessel broke square in
half.
The captain and the cabin passen
gers were gathered on the stern of
the ship and this part was whirled
away on the tide, while the forward
part hung on the rock. About a
dozen people—passengers and crew—
were huddled about the anchor wind
lass, and nine of them were tossed on
the rock when the ship went to pieces,
and the others were thrown into the
Pifa Gut and swept to death in the
wake of the captain, his wife and the
cabin passengers. The group on the
rock was composed of five members
of the crew and four passengers, in
cluding Sarah Dawson, a weaver’s
wife. At her feet lay the bodies of
her two babies, who had been killed
in her arms.
As the light grew stronger the
castaways could make out the tower
of the lighthouse on Longstone, and
straining eyes watched it, but with
little hope of rescue. It was a mile
away and a chaos of raging waters
stretched between. The seamen
shook their heads and said no open
boat could live in that mad maelstrom.
The land was shut from view by clouds
of spray and banks of fog. Great
seas constantly broke over the rock,
and the castaways fell to figuring how
long they could hold off death from
starvation and the rushing waves.
With “never-slip” Friction Feed;
“Bull Dogs” for last plank; Gauge
Roller; new Head-Blocks; guar
anteed to saw accurate lumber.
Write for prices on Saw-Mills, j proached the danger ground of the
1 i Fame islands. It passed through the
Corn Mills, Engines and Boilers, j "Fairway,” between the islands and
V'-'-fj 1 ’ & I the mainland, about 6 o’clock on that
R _ m & ! evening and entered the Berwick bay
f 0* # about two hours later.
• *—^ 7 The wind was now blowing a gale
mpai/M A M r.CODni A from the north and the ship was toss -
INhWINAIN, UcUKUia. ing alm0Bt helples8 in the whirling
— — 7” . , currents that sweep between the rocks
The Herald and Advertiser and the Atlanta Semi-Weekly j nke a mill-race. Efforts were made
Journal one year for $1.75. Or, The Herald and Advertiser j to keep up steam by pumping water
and the Weekly Constitution one year. $1.75. i into the boilers, but it ran out as
On Longstone were three people—
William Darling, the keeper of the
light, his wife, and his daughter
Grace. Usually some of the many
sons of the keeper were on the is
land, but tbis time he was alone with
two women. The old man (he was
past GO at that time) had tended bis
light with extra care during the ter
rible storm of the night that had
passed and had searched the rocks of
the Fames with his glass when day
broke, but without discovering any
signs of a wreck. Then he had gone
to his room to snatch a little rest.
For years the girl had taken it
upon herself to assist her father in his
duties, as well as her mother in hers.
She realized the treacherous dangers
of the rocks of the Fames and of the
swirling currents that raced between
them quite as keenly and intelligent
ly as did the old light-tender. So
when the latter laid down the glass
she picked it up and climbed to the
tower that had been rocked all night
by the wind, for she had an instinc
tive fear that some craft must have
suffered in that terrible storm.
Grace peered through the fog for a
long time without discovering any
trace of disaster. But as the light
grew stronger and the banks of mist
less dense the girl made out a dark
object on one of the rocks fully a
mile away. She quickly realized that
it was the wreck of a ship, but for
some time she could not detect any
sigu of life near it.
Then an object moved and the girl
mnde out through the glass that sev
eral people were on the rock. The
girl ran to her father’s room and told
him of her discovery. A chronicler
of the time described the conditions
in these words: “A mist hovered
over the island; and. though the
wind had somewhat abated its vio
lence, the sea, which even in the calm
est weather is never at rest among
the gorges between these iron pin
nacles, still raged fearfully.”
The old lightkeeper looked over the
tumult of waters and shook ills head.
He was a bravo and daring man, but
he knew the terrible risk to an open
boat in that sea. With four stout
men at the oars there would bo a
fighting chance to reach the enst-
aways, but a single pair of oars could
never do it.
“But I can handle an oar,” said
Grace, “and perhaps you niwl I can
reach them on the ebb tide.” There
was a gentle pleading in the girl’s
voice, but the father looked at her
slight, almost delicate form and again
shook his head.
“We can’t stand here nnd see those
people perish before our eyes,” urged
tbe girl, aud this time there was the
determined ring of a fixed purpose iu
her voice.
The lightkeeper felt it nnd he made
a careful survey of the water through
his glass. As Grace had said, the
ebb tide was flowing swiftly, and lie
calculated that it would swoep their
boat under the lee of a chain of rocks
hnlf a mile away. At the flame time
the waters were being churned into
hills of fonm, and it would require
not only skill but strength even to
keep th^ head of the boat with the
current. The old man still hesitated,
but the girl became more insisteut.
The lightkeeper pointed out that even
if they succeeded in reaching the cast
aways the tide would turn before
they could start back, and then they
would only perish with the others.
“But,” urged Grace, “there are
seamen there, and they will bring the
boat back.”
The girl appealed to her mother,
and she reluctantly expressed the
“hope” that they might succeed.
* * * * *
The father said no more, but walk
ed to the lifeboat, followed by tbe
mother and daughter. With the as
sistance of the mother the boat was
launched, the lightkeeper taking the
bow oar. The life craft was whirled
on its mission of mercy by the tide,
Grace and her father bending all their
strength toward keeping its nose to
tne waves.
The woman on Longstone watched
the progress of tbe boat with strain
ing eyes and with a sob of relief saw
it enter the comparatively calm
water under the lee of the chain of
rocks, half way to its destination. At
about the same moment the cast
aways saw the black spe^k approach
ing them as it appeared at intervals
on the foam cap of a wave.
In a little time the anxious, strain
ing eyes made out the black speck to
be a lifeboat, and a feeble cheer went
up in greeting. But as tbe boat drew
near and it was seen that a woman
wielded tbe stern oar an exclamation
of astonishment broke from the ship
wrecked people. Old salts exclaimed
that it was impossible, but their eyes
told them it was true.
As the boat swung up to the wreck
Darling warned the castaways—there
were nine of them—that it could not
lake them all off at one time, but
they did not heed the warning, and
there was a rush for the boat. Darling
sprang to the rock and pushed the
boat off with his foot. He knocked
some reason into the terror-stricken,
half-starved and half-frozen people
by threatening to knock some of the
men down if they did not obey or
ders.
The woman, Sarah Dawson, and
four men were taken into the boat
and the return trip was made with
Grace and the woman passenger in
the sternsheets.
Four seamen rowed back to the
wreck over the same course that
Grace and her father had taken and
had a hard battle with the waves to
bring off the other survivors. Later
in the day a lifeboat manned by ten
men came out from the mainland and
could not return so that over twenty
people were crowded into the light-
keeper’s little cottage until taken off
three days later.
And that is the story of the exploit
that brought fame and the offer of
fortune to Grace Darling, the “Her
oine of the Fames.” The story was
spread throughout England within a
few days and eventually throughout
the world. Thousands of people
mnde pilgrimages to the Northum
berland coast and hundreds took the
trip to Longstone to see the girl who
had risked her life to save strangers.
But through ail the adulation
poured out to her Grnce remained
the snmo quiet, modest, self-possess
ed young woman she had been before
she became famous. In fact, she
could not understand why people in
sisted on mnking a heroine of her.
She once snid to her mother: “I
simply did my duty; don’t everyone
do the same?”
The duke and duchess of Northum
berland invited her and her father to
Alnwick Castle nnd presented Grace
with a gold watch, which sho wore
with pride when receiving visitors.
The president of the Humane society
gnve her a silver teapot and the so
ciety a vote of t.hnnks, nnd hundreds
of gifts were sent her by Blrnngers.
A public subscription of £700 was
rnisod and put in trust for her. Al
leged portraits of the heroine were
Bold by the tens of thousands, and
several theatrical managers offered
tier what was considered enormons
sums at that time to simply sit in a
boat on the stage while plays built on
tbe incident of the rescue were en
acted. She received many offers of
marriage, but declined all these, as
well as the proffers of fortune.
Grace was visited by William How-
itt, the poet, who wrote this descrip
tion of her: “Her figure is by no
means striking; quite the contrary,
but her face is full of sense, modesty,
and genuine goodness—and that ia
just the character she bears. Her
prudence delights one. We are
charmed that she should have so well
supported the brilliancy of her hu
mane deed. It is confirmative of the'
notion tliut such actions must spring
from genuine heart and mind.”
Grace Darling did not long survive
the Incident that had brought her
fame. Within two years she became
a victim to consumption. She was
taken to several places on the main
land and was attended by physloiana
sent by the duchess of Northumber
land, but she died at the home of her
Bietor, at Bamborough, on Oct. 20,
1842, where an imposing tomb wa*
erected to her memory.
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