As to the behavior of officers and crew, not a word of complaint was heard from the men. They were praised as worthy Britons and true seamen. In the same breath the survivors exalted the heroism of the missing men of the first cabin, who had stood calmly waiting for their turn--the turn which, because of scarcity of boats and shortness of time, never came for most of them. “God knows I’m not proud to be here!” said a rich New York man. “I got on a boat when they were about to lower it and when, from delays below, there was no woman to take the vacant place. I don’t think any man who was saved is deserving of censure, but I realize that, in contrast with those who went down, we may be viewed unfavorably.” He showed a picture of his baby boy as he spoke. As the day passed, the fore part of the ship assumed some degree of order and comfort, but the crowded second cabin and decks gave forth the incessant sound of lamentation. A bride of two months sat on the floor and moaned her widowhood. An Italian mother shrieked the name of her lost son. A girl of seven wept over the loss of her Teddy Bear and two dolls, while her mother, with streaming eyes, dared not tell the child that her father was lost, too, and that the money for which their home in England had been sold had gone down with him. Other children clung to the necks of the fathers who, because carrying them, had been permitted to take the boats. At 4 P. M. Monday the service for the dead was read by Father Roger Anderson, of the Episcopal Order of the Holy Cross, over the bodies of three seamen and one man, said to have been a cabin passenger, who were dead from exposure when received on this ship. Some of the Titanic’s passengers turned away from the rail as the first of the weighted forms fell into the water. [Illustration: The Titans _By RICHARD J. BEAMISH_ _“And most who drowned were men.” ’Tis good to read These strong fair words. They tell of manhood tried. Of those who saw the weak ones safe, then died. Rake muck, sneer slurs. You can’t paint black the breed That smiled at Death in that heroic deed. Poor men forgot their lot; the rich, their pride. Like gods, they struggled o’er the rising tide For others’ lives; their own, they scorned to heed. Then kindly Night shut out their tragedy. God send the words to flame their message through The grieving world: “For inasmuch as ye Help thus My helpless ones, ye helpeth Me.” They sleep where Love and Death both found them true, Their names as deathless as their shrine, the sea._ ] CHAPTER II. HEART-RENDING SCENES ON CARPATHIA. The Next Day--Caring for the Sick--Meeting of the Survivors--Personal Wireless Messages Given Precedence--Marconi’s Appeal Fruitless--Quartermaster Tells Story. The writer’s narrative continues: