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The AWFUL CALAMITY at SANTIAGO…

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The AWFUL CALAMITY at SANTIAGO L The Atrato, which has just arrived at Southampton from the West Indies, brings news of a terrible calamity at San- tiago, the capic&l of Chili. It seems that on the evening of the 8th of December, ou the occasion of a great religiou3 festival, the church of La Compania was densely crowded with a congregation of 3,000, most of these being females. The church v/as hung with light drapery, and I brilliantly illuminated. From some accidental cause the drapery took lire, and in a few minutes the building—a wooden one—was in flames. The congregation crowded to the doors to get out, but were for the most part unable to do so. A terrible scene ensued Fife rained down upon the unfortunate women, and in fifteen minutes upwards of 2,000 females were burnt to death or suffocated. The following account is extracted from a Santiago paper, called HZ Ma-- curio del Vapor :— A dreadful visitation has fallen upon us. Truly this is a a day of trouble, and rebuke, and blasphemy." The voice of lamentation is heard all over the land, the bitter weeping of fathers, husbands, and lovers, for those who were the joy and brightness of their life, that refuses to be comforted because they are not. Hundreds of young girls, only yesterday radiant and beautiful in the luxuriant bloom of the fresh, hopeful sprint of life, to-d.y calcined, hideous corpses, hor- rible,° loathsome to the sight, impossible to be re- cognised. The S"h of December was a great triumph for the clergy of tht- church of the Jesuits in Santiago. An enthusiastic audience filled every nook. There were hardly any men there, but 3,000 women, comprising the flower of the beauty and fa-hion of the capital, were there, very many against the will of fathers and tH bands. Never had such pyrotechny been seen before 20,000 lights, mostly camphine, in long festoons of coloured globes blazed the churqjl into a hall of fire. But the performance had not yet begun, when the crescent of fire at the foot of the gigantic image. of the Virgin over the high altar, overflowed, and climbing up the muslin draperies and pasteboard devices to the wooden roof, rolled a torrent of flame. The suddenness of the tire was awful. The dense mass of women, frightened out of their senses, numbers fainting, and all entangled by their long, swelling dresses, rushed, as those who knew that death was at their heels, to the one < oor, which soon became choked up. Fire was everywhere. Streaming a'ong the wooden ceiling, it flung the paraffin lamps, hung in rows there, among the struggling women. In a moment the gorgeous church wa3 a sea of flame. Michael Angelo's fearful picture of Hell was there, but exceeded. Help was a 1 but impossible A Hercules might have strained his strength in vain to pull one from the serried mass of frenzied wretches who, piled one above another as they climbed over to reach the air, wildly fas'ened the gripe of death upon any one escaping, in order that they might be dragged out with them. Those who longed to save them were doomed to bear the most harrowing sight that ever seared human eyeballs. To see mothers, sisters—tender and timid women —dying that dreadful death that appals the stoutest heart of man—within one yard of salvation—within one yard of men who would have given their lives over and over again for them it was maddening; the screaming at;d wringing of hands for help as the re- morseless flames came on-and iben—save when some already dead with fright were burnt in ghastly in- difference—their hor-ible agony—some in prayer— some tearing their hiir and battering their faces. Women seized in the embrace of the flames were seen to undergo a transformation as though by an optical delusion, first dazzlingly bright, then horribly lean and shrunk up, then black statues rigidly fixed in a. writhing attitude. The tire, imp/isoned by the immense thickness of the walls, had devoured everything combustible by 10 o'clock. Then, defying the sickening stench, people came to look for their lost ones. Oh, what a sight the fair, placid moon looked down upon. Close packed crowds of cilcined distorted forms, wearing the fearful expression of the last pang, whose smile was once a Heaven—the ghastly phalanx of black statues twisted in every variety of agony stretching out their arms, as imploring mercy-and then of the heap that had choked up the door, multitudes with the lower part-* perfectly untouched, and some all a shapeless maSS but with one arm or foot unscathed. The s lence, after those piercing screams were hushed in death, was horrible. It was the silence of the grave, unbroken but by the bitter wail or fainting cry. Two thousand souls had passed through that ordeal of fire to the judgment-seat of God. Heroic acts of sublime daring have not been wanting. Enduring gratitude has been excited in every Chilian heart by the gallant efforts of Mr. Nelson, the Minister of the United States. his countryman, Mr. Meiggs, and several other foreigners. There were generous men who defied the fury of the flames to save lives, and some of them died martyrs to their noble hearts. An Englishman or an American, it is unknown which, was seen to rmh through the flames, to seize in his powerful arms a Judy, stride with her a, little way, and then his hair in a blaze and choked with smoke, to fall back into the volcano never to rise again. A young lady named Orella, having in vain implored some by- standers, on her knees, to save her mother, rushed in and shortly aft-rwards miraculously issued forth, bearing her glorious load. A young lady named Solar, just before the smoke suffocated her, had the presence of milld to knot her handkerchief round her leg, so that her corpse might be recognised. The poDulation of Santiago is fired with indescrib- able indignation at tha conduct of the priests. The public conscience holds them guilty of the death of all thesr- victims, because, by collecting together all the material most likely to produce a fire-a countless number of lights, pa-teboard scenery, and muslin hangings, admitting a vast crowd, and covering the one door open with a screen, they took every pains to bring about this tragedy. When the fire broke out, and people were escaping by the sacristy, they blocktd up this door, to devote themselves the more undisturbedly to have what they could. The list of things saved makes one's blood run cold. What they saved, what they have put away in cigar-shops and the houses in front, are—a gilt image, some wooden saints, a sofa or two, some books, chalices, silver candlesticks, and a great deal of matting and carpet! After saving their trash, these flew away in company with the owls and bats that infested the ancient walls, excppt that one priest favoured the agonising victims with his absolution, and Ugarte [the preacher] requested them to "die happy, becausethev went direct to Mary." They then forsook the scene, and in that awful night— when fainting women and desperate men strewed the streets, and writhing forms that a few hours ago were graceful and beautiful maidens moaned and died in chemists' shops—not a priest was to be seen to whisper a word of Christ's comfort to the dying ear, or hold the precious crucifix before the glazing eye. No, not so, for the priest of nature was there- woman, a ministering angel in the dark hour, tended and soothed as usual. One young lady. God bless her tore up all her underclothing to make bandages, and bound up the wounds as only woman can. All this awful nighn the only thing that reminded us of the clergy was the incessant tolling of bells, about the only thing they could do to increase the horrors of the scene. This being the third time this church has filled our homes with weeping, all with one voice demand that it never should be rebuilt, but the priests oppose it. On the 11th they appeared on the scene to take pos- session of the blackened ruins, but the sentinels drove them off with the butt-ends of their muskets. The Government has shown no energy, and one minister is, unhappily, a creature of the clergy but the people in whose hearts, as having wives and daughters, there dwells an idea of right—something from God—have been in earnest, and the Government has had to follow and yield to pressure. The decree has gone forth, and not one stone of that accursed church shall be left on another. On as we write our eyes fill with tears, nothing can console us in this affliction; we <an think of nothing else but our Joss—of those who never will come back to us; but still there will have ensued some good, if the dominion of the priests have melted away in the smoke of that awful burnt sacrifice, which, laden with the dying breath of 2,000 victims, rolled up to accuse them of murder, before the throne of God.

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