If shrivelled iron plates fail, as perhaps they may, to carry caution, then let our sea-captains read deeply of the narratives of the saved, which I must now, assuming my proper duty as compiler, proceed to set forth. And at the onset, the bitterest narrative lies in the fact that of near five hundred souls—passengers and crew—on board the vessel, the following mournfully scant catalogue contains the name of every survivor[A]:—
Saloon Passengers.
W. H. Morse.
F. Grundy.
H. C. Taylor.
Saloon Passengers landed at Queenstown.
Mr. Gardner.
Mr. M‘Evoy.
Mrs. Nahmur and child.
Third-Class Passengers (including those landed at Queenstown).