We see her go to pieces, and never a soul left to tell the story, never a plank of her that hangs together.

She's gone, and we go free.

That's all, your honor, and may God have mercy on their souls, say I," added the solemn voice of the boatswain in the silence.
"A frightful catastrophe, indeed, and a terrible one! I do not wonder at your sadness.

But, young gentlemen, do not take it so to heart.

It is the fate of war, and war is always frightful." "Did you find out the name of the ship, boatswain ?" asked General Greene.
"Yes, your honor; the Radnor, thirty-six." "Could no one have been saved ?" queried General Knox.
"No one, sir.