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formentor; if darkness and cruelty have reigned in her lazarette, it is well for such a man to know that in Hongkong, as with Capt. Peabody, his reign ends; and that the law can arise in majesty and say, "So far hast thou gone but no further. Here at least, shall thy cruel steps be stayed." Hood sang in his pauper's funeral—
Rattle his bones over the stones,
He's only a pauper whom nobody owns.” And perhaps Captain Peabody sang -
Kick, cuff and beat. If he die bury deep; The son is our friend and the secret will keep. A dark lazarette, chains and neglect ;
He's only a sailor the law can't protect.
No, we will do our best to protect him, belong he to what nationality he may; we do not wish to coddle the sailor, but we do care for him. Poor Ellwood, we are told, "kept up his courage as long as he could;" that he "came to the carpenter's room and said he did not believe he would live to get to Hongkong the way he was being treated," And no wonder: Charles Reade, in "Never too late to mend,” represents the earnest chaplain of a gaol voluntarily undergoing in a dark cell solitary confinement for 24 hours that he might know what it was. Would any one like to sit astride, with his whole weight upon a knife-board, to know what Ellwood suffered when astride the boat keel? The Crown Solicitor told me he could not bear it for two minutes and this in a smooth sea, and the ship at anchor. Then to be struck on that tender part, the spine, so as to be doubled up for a fortnight. But his mind gave way and his courage failed at last, He is dragged out upon the deck, and, though not yet dead, is washed by no tender hands, as if for burial. His low moan-Ob! Oh! Oh! is the only remonstrance. The wind is gone, and after this, during the few lucid moments, the wail is uttered. My child, my child, my child," and James H. Ellwood is no more. We might here apply the language of the solicitor for the Captain, who remarked to the Consul on the termination of the case, "Then that concludes the proceedings." No, there is one not yet. Can you imagine a sadder sight than that funeral at sea! Thank God, all buried there do not present such a spectacle. A crooked, drawn up body, wounds in the head, sores on the legs, and bruises everywhere; marks of the chain, and unless the mate Snow's salt water washing and corn broom had disentangled it, his matted and bloody locks that doubtless his child had handled lovingly. Captain Peabody tells us the funeral service was read. It is almost blasphemy to conceive of such a man reading these words over his victim's body. I wonder what parts he selected. "The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord." Perhaps he began with the Psalm, I said I will take heed to my ways." No, I think he omitted that psalm. Then did he turn to the next, "Lord, thou hast been our refuge." I think verse 8 would make him omit that: "Thou hast set our misdeeds before thee; and our secret sins in the light of thy countenance." Would he turn to "Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery; he cometh up and is cut down like a flower." No, it would not do to read that. Then would he, think you, prefer this? —“Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the deep to be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body when the sea shall give up her dead.” How could he read that? The only passage I can imagine he could read would be this : —“ We give Thee hearty thanks for that it hath pleased Thee to deliver this our brother out of the miseries of this sinful world." But I will not go on, for one cannot think without shuddering, of those beautiful and familiar words being read by such a man as Captain Peabody at such a time, over such a body! Mr. Chairman, shall "these proceedings be concluded" thus? All England is roused to indignation by what is termed Bulgarian atrocities, All things are no longer considered lawful even in war. Shall "Let us be tigers in our fierce department" be relegated from the code of military maxims to the Mercantile Marine? Can we do nothing to prevent the escape from punishment of men guilty of such crimes as have been perpetrated on board the C. O. Whitmorn? One cannot help thinking of the contrast between Peabody capitalist and philanthropist, and Peabody captain, captain and commander now no longer, and we may well hope never more to be. Who would insure his vessel or his cargo? Why it was wild conduct com-
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