And after that there was no more silence; but a confusion of terrible farewells, and wild cries of affright, and purposeless rushes hither and thither.

The boats were down, rocking on the sea.  The captain spoke: 

“Put the children in first; they are the most helpless.”

One or two stout sailors stood in the boats to receive them.  Edward drew nearer and nearer to the gangway, pulling Maggie with him.  She was almost pressed to death, and stifled.  Close in her ear, she heard a woman praying to herself.  She, poor creature, knew of no presence but God’s in that awful hour, and spoke in a low voice to Him.

“My heart’s darlings are taken away from me.  Faith! faith!  Oh, my great God!  I will die in peace, if Thou wilt but grant me faith in this terrible hour, to feel that Thou wilt take care of my poor orphans.  Hush! dearest Billy,” she cried out shrill to a little fellow in the boat waiting for his mother; and the change in her voice from despair to a kind of cheerfulness, showed what a mother’s love can do.  “Mother will come soon.  Hide his face, Anne, and wrap your shawl tight round him.”  And then her voice sank down again in the same low, wild prayer for faith.  Maggie could not turn to see her face, but took the hand which hung near her.  The woman clutched at it with the grasp of a vice; but went on praying, as if unconscious.  Just then the crowd gave way a little.  The captain had said, that the women were to go next; but they were too frenzied to obey his directions, and now pressed backward and forward.  The sailors, with mute, stern obedience, strove to follow out the captain’s directions.  Edward pulled Maggie, and she kept her hold on the mother.  The mate, at the head of the gangway, pushed him back.

“Only women are to go!”

“There are men there.”

“Three, to manage the boat.”

“Come on, Maggie! while there’s room for us,” said he, unheeding.  But Maggie drew back, and put the mother’s hand into the mate’s.  “Save her first!” said she.  The woman did not know of anything, but that her children were there; it was only in after days, and quiet hours, that she remembered the young creature who pushed her forward to join her fatherless children, and, by losing her place in the crowd, was jostled—­where, she did not know—­but dreamed until her dying day.  Edward pressed on, unaware that Maggie was not close behind him.  He was deaf to reproaches; and, heedless of the hand stretched out to hold him back, sprang toward the boat.  The men there pushed her off—­full and more than full as she was; and overboard he fell into the sullen heaving waters.

His last shout had been on Maggie’s name—­a name she never thought to hear again on earth, as she was pressed back, sick and suffocating.  But suddenly a voice rang out above all confused voices and moaning hungry waves, and above the roaring fire.

“Maggie, Maggie!  My Maggie!”