The incident with the New York at Southampton, the appearance of the stoker at Queenstown in the funnel, combine with all this to make a mass of nonsense in which apparently sensible people believe, or which at any rate they discuss. Correspondence is published with an official of the White Star Line from some one imploring them not to name the new ship "Gigantic," because it seems like "tempting fate" when the Titanic has been sunk. It would seem almost as if we were back in the Middle Ages when witches were burned because they kept black cats. There seems no more reason why a black stoker should be an ill omen for the Titanic than a black cat should be for an old woman. The only reason for referring to these foolish details is that a surprisingly large number of people think there may be "something in it." The effect is this: that if a ship's company and a number of passengers get imbued with that undefined dread of the unknown--the relics no doubt of the savage's fear of what he does not understand--it has an unpleasant effect on the harmonious working of the ship: the officers and crew feel the depressing influence, and it may even spread so far as to prevent them being as alert and keen as they otherwise would; may even result in some duty not being as well done as usual. Just as the unconscious demand for speed and haste to get across the Atlantic may have tempted captains to take a risk they might otherwise not have done, so these gloomy forebodings may have more effect sometimes than we imagine. Only a little thing is required sometimes to weigh down the balance for and against a certain course of action. At the end of this chapter of mental impressions it must be recorded that one impression remains constant with us all to-day--that of the deepest gratitude that we came safely through the wreck of the Titanic; and its corollary--that our legacy from the wreck, our debt to those who were lost with her, is to see, as far as in us lies, that such things are impossible ever again. Meanwhile we can say of them, as Shelley, himself the victim of a similar disaster, says of his friend Keats in "Adonais":-- "Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep--He hath awakened from the dream of life--He lives, he wakes--'Tis Death is dead, not he; Mourn not for Adonais." THE END [Illustration: FIG 4. TRANSVERSE VIEW OF THE DECKS THE TITANIC S Sun deck A Upper promenade deck B Promenade deck, glass enclosed C Upper deck D Saloon deck E Main deck F Middle deck G Lower deck: cargo, coal bunkers, boilers, engines (a) Welin davits with lifeboats (b) Bilge (c) Double bottom] End of Project Gutenberg's The Loss of the SS. Titanic, by Lawrence Beesley