Ready to Meet My God

Found November 1874, off Key West, Florida.

A slip of paper picked up by fishermen:

The schooner Lucie shipped from the coast of Georgia in August, loaded with lumber, and bound for Rio de Janeiro, (owned by Major Pollard, of St. Louis, and commanded by Capt. Hicks, of Boston) with Henry Mitchell, Mike Conely, John Meninger, and David Clark, of New-York, and four colored men. Was struck by a severe gale on the night of 27th September, some 330 miles off Rio de Janeiro, and had her mainmast and foremast carried away. She dipped and broke her bowsprit, and sprung a leak. All hands went to work to pump her out, and managed to keep her up until about nine o’clock the next morning, when she was dashed against a rock and went down. We made a raft with the boards and put on some provisions but they were washed off during the day. Worn out with fatigue, Capt. Hicks and Mr. Meninger and one colored man got sick. We saw no vessel at all, nor an island near us. The poor sick men died the second day. Mitchell jumped off our little raft, and Conely was washed off. The negroes and myself are still alive, though weak, and the rough waves seem to toss us so I fear we shall not last long.
My dear wife Mary, and little babe live in New-York; may God bless them and take care of them. The Lucie was a 400-ton vessel, with three masts, but she is gone, and some of her gallant men with her, and we who yet live will, I fear, soon follow. I am ready to meet my God.

The Lucie had loaded with lumber at a sawmill near Brunswick, Georgia.

[Savannah Advertiser, 10 November 1874, and New York Times, 15 November 1874]


Found November 1915, Hornsea, East Yorkshire.

On a thin piece of wood, written in indelible pencil:

S.S. Membland torpedoed, engine-room port side. Good-bye, dear.

The steamship Membland was lost while sailing from Hull to Newcastle upon Tyne, with 22 men, two women and a child. It was last seen off the Spurn Lighthouse, at the mouth of the Humber, on 15 February 1915. Wilfrid Wright, a carman, found the message on the shore, and passed it to the coastguard. No enemy ships had been sighted in the area, but several vessels had been damaged by mines, and the coastguard believed the message was genuine.

[Dundee Evening Telegraph, 25 November 1915]

Look After My Boy

Found 8 May 1871, Shediac, New Brunswick, Canada.

Picked up on the shore in a bottle:

March 21, 1870. – City of Boston. – Ship sinking; over half full now. Good-by all. Look after my boy. Be gone in two hours. THOMPSON.

The City of Boston was a Glasgow-built passenger steamship of the Inman Line. It sailed from Halifax, Nova Scotia for Liverpool on 28 January 1870 with 107 passengers and 84 crew. It never reached its destination and was never heard from again. A violent storm may have been responsible, although the ship’s loss was also linked with the Scottish-born criminal Alexander Keith Jr, “the Dynamite Fiend”, who conspired to blow up passenger ships with time bombs in order to collect insurance money.

There were two Thompsons on board the City of Boston — a cabin passenger named John from Halifax, and a steerage passenger named William from New York.

[Boston Advertiser, 9 May 1871]

I Know I Cannot Escape

Found July 1861, western coast of Uist, Outer Hebrides.

In a bottle, the leaf of a pocket book, three inches by two inches, covered on both sides in pencil marks:

On board the Pacific, from L’pool to N. York. Ship going down. Great confusion on board. Icebergs around on every side. I know I cannot escape. I write the cause of our loss that friends may not live in suspense. The finder of this will please get it published.
Wm. Graham.

The Collins Line steamer Pacific left Liverpool for New York on 23 January 1856, and was lost with all 141 crew and 45 passengers. The ship could accommodate 280 passengers, but was carrying a relatively low number during this winter crossing. It was thought to have sunk off Newfoundland. This note, found more than five years later, is the only record of its fate.

William Graham was a British sea captain travelling on the Pacific as a passenger. “The writer was evidently some person accustomed to the perils of the sea,” commented the Shipping and Mercantile Gazette, “for it is difficult to understand how any person whose nerves had not been hardened by the presence of frequent and appalling dangers could have written with such manifest coolness in the immediate presence of death.”

[Bedfordshire Times and Shipping and Mercantile Gazette, 30 July 1861]

The Body in a Well

Found October 1896, near Shakespeare Cliff, between Dover and Folkestone, Kent.

In a small box, found floating at the foreshore by a lad named McKeen:

I, Charles Pilcher, murdered Margaret Hutchinson on November 23rd, 1870, afterwards putting the body in a well at Norwood, which, I believe, has never been found yet, and of late I can’t sleep. I can always see her waiting for me at her pantry, that was our meeting place. To-night I have made up my mind to end my miserable existence by jumping over-board. My body will be good food for the fishes. I am not fit for anything else. So good-bye to everybody. I have no friends to weep for me. I am forsaken by all.

Inquiries at the police station in Norwood, south east London, some 26 years after the alleged murder, found no recollection of a Margaret Hutchinson being reported missing, nor of a body being discovered in the district. “It was pointed out by the old inspectors,” reported the Canterbury Journal, “that Norwood had entirely changed in character during the last quarter of a century. Thousands of new houses had been erected, new roads made, and wells built over. Most wells had entirely disappeared since that time.”

[Illustrated Police News and Canterbury Journal, 10 October 1896]

Love From Hubert

Found 6 January 1907, on the shore near Ulverston, Cumbria.

In a stout bottle, on a piece of ordinary envelope:

Finder please give this to relatives of Bertha Magnussam, Wavertree, Liverpool, England. Love from Hubert, and good-bye.

Inquiries were being made by the Liverpool police.

[Lancashire Evening Post, 10 January 1907]

An introduction to Messages from the Sea

Messages from the Sea is a collection of letters and notes from a lost era, found washed up in bottles on shores around the world.

The messages tell of foundering ships, missing ocean liners, and shipwrecked sailors, and contain moving farewells, romantic declarations, and intriguing confessions.

Dating from the late-19th and early-20th centuries, they demonstrate the brave, lonely and fragile nature of life on the ocean waves.

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