"December 16th.--The crew continuing night and day at the pumps, could
not keep the ship free; deemed it prudent for the benefit of those
concerned to bear up for the nearest port. On arriving in lat. 48 deg.
45' N., long. 23 deg. W., observed a vessel with a signal of distress
flying. Made towards her, when she proved to be the barque 'Carleton,'
water-logged. The captain and crew asked to be taken off. Hove to, and
received them on board, consisting of thirteen men: and their ship was
abandoned. We then proceeded on our course, the crew of the abandoned
vessel assisting all they could to keep my ship afloat. We arrived at
Cork harbor on the 27th ult."

Captain Coulson, master of the brig "Othello," reports that his brig
foundered off Portland, December 27;--encountering a strong gale,
and shipping two heavy seas in succession, which hove the ship on her
beam-ends. "Observing no chance of saving the ship, took to the long
boat, and within ten minutes of leaving her saw the brig founder. We
were picked up the same morning by the French ship 'Commerce de Paris,'
Captain Tombarel."

Here, in a single column of a newspaper, what strange, touching pictures
do we find of seamen's dangers, vicissitudes, gallantry, generosity! The
ship on fire--the captain in the gale slinging himself in a bowline to
stop the leak--the Frenchman in the hour of danger coming to his British
comrade's rescue--the brigantine almost a wreck, working up to the
barque with the signal of distress flying, and taking off her crew
of thirteen men. "We then proceeded on our course, THE CREW OF THE
ABANDONED VESSEL ASSISTING ALL THEY COULD TO KEEP MY SHIP AFLOAT." What
noble, simple words! What courage, devotedness, brotherly love! Do they
not cause the heart to beat, and the eyes to fill?