Springfield Republican, 1841-10-30

jtfie the individual means of saving *the liVes,* to the number of be between - tween between *)i) and 80, of the passengers and crew of the Clydesdale steam-packet. This vessel was destroyed by fire on her voyage between Glasgow and Bel Belfast, - fast, Belfast, and the preservation of those on board of her, by the pilot, is thus abridg abridged - ed abridged from the article in Chambers' Jour Journal - nal Journal alluded to ; "On it being ascer ascertained - tained ascertained that the only way to save those on board was to run the vessel ashore, the pilot instantly took the helm, and fixed himself to the spot. The fire, which the exertions of all the men could not keep under, soon raged with un ungovernable - governable ungovernable fury, and keeping the engine in violent action, the vessel, one of the fleetest that had ever been built, flew through the water with incredible speed. All the passengers were gathered to the bow, the rapid flight of the ves vessel - sel vessel keeping that part clear of the flames, while it carried the fire, flames and smoke backward to the quarter deck, where the pilot stood like a mar martyr - tyr martyr to the stake. Every thing possible was done by the master and crew to keep the place on which he stood del deluged - uged deluged with water; but this became eve every - ry every moment more and more difficult and hopeless; for, in spite of all that could be done, the flames seized the cabin un under - der under him, and his feet were literally roasted on the deck. Still he never flinched; for, had he done so, all might have perished. At intervals the motion of the wind threw aside the intervening mass of flame and smoke for a moment, and then might be heard exclamations of hope and gratitude, and the multi multitude - tude multitude on the bow got a glimpse of the brave man, standing calm and fixed on* his dreadful watch. By this time the vessel was within a stone cast of the Galloway coast, girded as it is with per-

. - - The Southern Literary tbr (?4V ) l 3e . r contains two short poems from the pen of the ven venerable - erable venerable Adams, written for young ladies, published by permission, and both bearing date the same day. We copy the first, which is the best: - TO MISS E B . Oh! wherefore, Lady, was my lot Cast, from thy own, so far, Why, by kind Fortune, live we not Beneath one blessed star? For, had thy thread of life, and mine But side by side been spun ; My heart had panted to entwine The tissue into one. And why should Time conspire To sever us in twain ? And wherefore have I run my race, And cannot start again ? Thy thread, how long! how short is mine! Mine spent - thine scarce begun: Alas! we never can entwine The tissue into one. But, take my blessing on thy name : The blessing of a sire, Not from a Lover's furnace flapie - flapie'Tis 'Tis flapie'Tis from a holier fire; A thread unseen beside of thine By fairy forms is spun, And holy hands shall soon entwine The tissue into one. John Quincy Adams. Washington, D. C. August 7,1841.

A HERO. JAMES MAXWELL, THE PILOT. In the 71st number of Chamber's Ed Edinburg - inburg Edinburg Journal, there is a narrative de detailing - tailing detailing an instance of one of the most miraculous preservations of human life from destruction, on board a ship, that has almost ever occurred. It is under the title of "A Hero in Humble Life," and exhibits the self-denial and bravery of one James Maxwell, under the ficti fictitious - tious fictitious name of Cochran, a pilot, who, in