ATHENIENNE.

The Athenienne, of 64 guns, commanded by Captain Robert Raynsford,

with a crew of 470 men, sailed from Gibraltar on the 16th of October,

1806, and at noon on the 20th, the Island of Sardinia was seen in the

distance. The ship continued under a press of sail with a fair wind,

and sped on her course towards Malta. At eight o'clock of the evening

of the 20th, the first watch had been stationed, and the officer on

duty had reported the ship's progress at nine knots an hour. The

labours of the day were over, and all, save the few whom duty or

inclination kept on deck, had gone below. Another hour passed away;

the majority of the crew had retired to their berths to seek repose

after the toils of the day, and to gain fresh strength for the

morrow--that morrow which many of them were destined never to behold.

One there was on board the Athenienne, to whose care the safety of the

vessel and the lives of her crew had been entrusted, who appeared to

have misgivings as to the course she was steering. The captain was

seated in his cabin, looking over the chart with one of his officers,

when he exclaimed, 'If the Esquerques do exist, we are now on them,'

Scarcely were the words out of his mouth when the ship struck.

For the information of our readers, we must state that the Esquerques,

or Shirki, are a reef of sunken rocks lying about eighty miles west

from Sicily, and about forty-eight from Cape Bon, on the coast of

Africa. In 1806, the charts were not as accurate as they are in the

present day, and the reef was not laid down in all of them; the very

existence, indeed, of these rocks was positively denied by some

navigators, though it was as positively asserted by others.

It would be vain to attempt to describe the scene that followed the

first shock, on the vessel's striking the rock. Upon the captain's

hastening on deck, he found the crew rushing up from their berths,

many of them in a state of nudity, and so stupified as to be utterly

incapable of making the least effort for their own preservation. Some

went below, and for the moment resigned themselves to despair, while

others rushed to the poop for safety.

In a few minutes, the officers had gathered round their captain. It

needed no words to point out to them the imminence of their danger,

and the necessity of their setting an example of steadiness and

intrepidity to the men. They suffered no signs of dismay to appear in

their demeanour, but immediately proceeded to consider what were the

best steps to be taken to meet the impending danger. The calmness and

courage thus displayed by the captain and his officers could not fail

of having the desired effect upon the ship's company, who recovered

from their panic, and seeing the necessity for instant exertion, held

themselves in readiness to execute each order as it was issued.

In order to prevent the ship falling on her broadside, the masts were

cut away; but she continued to beat so violently upon the rocks, that

in less than half-an-hour she filled with water up to the lower deck

ports, and then fell over to larboard on her beam ends. Captain

Raynsford, foreseeing the inevitable loss of his vessel, had ordered

the boats to be hoisted out, with the idea that they would be useful

in towing a raft, which he had caused to be constructed to leeward.

This raft would probably have been the means of preserving a great

many lives, had not the men in charge of the two jolly-boats pushed

off, and left their unhappy comrades to their fate. Unfortunately,

both the cutter and the barge, in hoisting out, were stove, and

immediately swamped, no less than thirty men perishing with them.

Several of the crew had been killed by the falling of the masts, and

others were severely injured. Two midshipmen were crushed to death

between the spanker boom and the bulwarks.

Brenton has thus described the horrible scene on board:--'Nothing was

to be heard but the shrieks of the drowning and the wailings of

despair. The man who would courageously meet death at the cannon's

mouth, or at the point of the bayonet, is frequently unnerved in such

a scene as this, where there is no other enemy to contend with than

the inexorable waves, and no hope of safety or relief but what may be

afforded by a floating plank or mast. The tremendous shocks as the

ship rose with the sea, and fell again on the rocks, deprived the

people of the power of exertion; while at every crash portions of the

shattered hull, loosened and disjointed, were scattered in dreadful

havoc among the breakers. Imagination can scarcely picture to itself

anything more appalling than the frantic screams of the women and

children, the darkness of the night, the irresistible fury of the

waves, which, at every moment, snatched away a victim, while the

tolling of the bell, occasioned by the violent motion of the wreck,

added a funereal solemnity to the horrors of the scene.'

The fate of the hapless crew seemed fast approaching to a termination.

When the vessel first struck, signal guns had been fired, in the hope

that some aid might be within reach, but none appeared; the guns were

soon rendered useless, and when the ship fell on her beam ends, the

wreck, with the exception of the poop, was entirely under water. Here

were collected all that remained of the ship's company, whose haggard

countenances and shivering forms were revealed to each other, from

time to time, by the glare of the blue lights, and by the fitful

moonbeams which streamed from beneath the dark clouds, and threw their

pale light upon the despairing group.

The sea-breached vessel can no longer bear

The floods that o'er her burst in dread career;

The labouring hull already seems half filled

With water, through an hundred leeks distilled;

Thus drenched by every wave, her even deck,

Stripped and defenceless, floats a naked wreck.

FALCONER.

Two boats only remained, one of which was useless, her side having

been knocked in by the falling of the masts; and the other, the

launch, was therefore the sole means of preservation left. She was

already filled with men, but it was found impossible to remove her

from her position on the booms; and even if she had floated, she could

not have contained above one-fourth of the crew. For about half an

hour she continued in the same position, (the men who were in her

expecting every moment that her bottom would be knocked out by the

waves dashing against the spars on which she rested,) when suddenly a

heavy sea lifted her off the bows clear of the ship. Three loud cheers

greeted her release, and the oars being ready, the men immediately

pulled from the wreck, with difficulty escaping the many dangers they

had to encounter from the floating spars and broken masts.

These gallant fellows, however, would not desert their companions in

misfortune, and although their boat already contained more than a

hundred, they pulled towards the stern of the frigate; but so great

was the anxiety of the poor creatures upon the poop to jump into the

boat, that in self-defence they were obliged to keep at a certain

distance from the wreck, or the launch would have been instantly

swamped. They were therefore reduced to the terrible alternative,

either of leaving their comrades to perish, or of throwing away their

own lives. Nine of the men who had jumped overboard were picked up,

but to have attempted to save any more would have been to sacrifice

all. One of the officers left on board the wreck endeavoured by every

argument to persuade Captain Raynsford to save himself by swimming to

the launch, but all in vain. This intrepid man declared that he was

perfectly resigned to his fate, and was determined not to quit his

ship whilst a man remained on board. Finding that all entreaties were

useless, the officer himself jumped overboard from the stern gallery

into the sea, and swimming through the surf, gained the launch and was

taken on board.

The general cry in the boat was, 'Pull off!' and at twelve o'clock, as

the moon sunk below the horizon, her crew took their last look of the

Athenienne. The situation of the launch was of itself imminently

perilous: she had neither sail, bread, nor water on board. Fortunately

there was a compass, and for a sail the officers made use of their

shirts and the frocks of the seamen. On the following morning they

fell in with a Danish brig, which relieved, in some degree, their

urgent necessities. Lieutenant John Little, a passenger in the

Athenienne, with a party of seamen, went on board the brig, for the

purpose of prevailing on her master to return with them to the wreck,

in hopes of rescuing any of the crew who might be still alive; but

this generous purpose was frustrated by violent and adverse winds.

On the 21st, at four o'clock in the afternoon, the party reached

Maritimo, having been sixteen hours in the open boat, and the next

day they proceeded to Trepani, in Sicily. On the 24th, they arrived at

Palermo; the news of the sad event had already been conveyed thither

to Sir Sidney Smith, by a letter which had been written from Maritimo.

The Eagle, of 74 guns, was instantly ordered to the Esquerques, but

returned with the intelligence, that all who were left upon the wreck

had perished, with the exception of two men, who had been picked up on

a raft by some fishermen. They related that the poop had separated

about eleven o'clock on the morning after the launch left them, and

that they, together with ten others, clung to it, but all had either

been washed off or died except themselves. There were also two other

rafts, on one of which were three warrant officers, and on the other

Captain Raynsford and Lieutenants Swinburne and Salter; but it was

found impossible to disengage the rafts from the rigging to which they

were attached, and the unfortunate men all perished.

The existence of the Esquerques, as we have already stated, had been

doubted, but from Captain Raynsford's exclamation, previous to the

ship striking, we may infer that he himself was not sceptical on the

subject. From whatever cause this fine frigate may have been lost, the

gallantry, at least, and self-devotion of her commander, from the time

the vessel first struck, will rescue his memory from reproach.

There's a prayer and a tear o'er the lowliest grave;

But thousands lament o'er the fall of the brave;

And thou, whose rare valour and fate we bemoan,--

In the sufferings of others forgetting thy own,--

O'er thy dust, though no trophies nor columns we rear,

Though the storm was thy requiem, the wild wave thy bier;

Yet thy spirit still speaks from its home on the flood,

Still speaks to the gen'rous, the brave, and the good;

Still points to our children the path which you trod,

Who lived for your country, and died in your God.