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Title: Burning of the Brooklyn Theatre - A thrilling personal experience! Brooklyn's horror. - Wholesale holocaust at the Brooklyn, New York, Theatre, - on the night of December 5th, 1876
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             BURNING OF THE
            BROOKLYN THEATRE.


             [Illustration]


                    A
     THRILLING PERSONAL EXPERIENCE!


           BROOKLYN'S HORROR.

  WHOLESALE HOLOCAUST AT THE BROOKLYN,
           NEW YORK, THEATRE,

                 ON THE

      NIGHT OF DECEMBER 5TH, 1876.


  Three Hundred Men, Women and Children

      BURIED IN THE BLAZING RUINS!


    ORIGIN, PROGRESS AND DEVASTATION
              OF THE FIRE.


  The Tragedy in the Galleries--A Wedge
         of Death--Into a Pit of
       Fire--Harrowing Scenes and
    Incidents--Affecting and Exciting
    Stories of Survivors--Two Actors
  among the Victims--The Ghastly Array
  of the Disfigured Dead--Heartrending
        Scenes in Identifying the
      Remains--Complete List of the
      Victims--Burial of the Dead.


              PHILADELPHIA:
       BARCLAY & CO., PUBLISHERS,
      No. 21 NORTH SEVENTH STREET.



  Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1876, by
  BARCLAY & CO.,
  In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.



BURNING OF THE BROOKLYN THEATRE.


The destruction of the Brooklyn Theatre, on the night of Tuesday,
December the 5th, was the most terrible calamity of its kind that has
occurred in this country. What was first deemed to be an ordinary
fire, naturally involving serious financial loss to the owners, the
lessees and the actors, was really a catastrophe of the most
heartrending character, causing, as it did, the loss of upwards of
three hundred lives. No theatre fire on this continent had so much
horror lent to it. Even the most stony-hearted were touched by the
awfulness of this great calamity.

Three hundred human beings of both sexes and of all ages were thrust
into eternity through an agonizing and painful death. They were thus
doomed at a moment of pleasure and mental excitement over the mimic
troubles of the dramatic personages in a play possessing features that
touched the hearts of those who followed the scenes on the stage. At a
moment when every eye was fixed on the painted scene, and every ear
strained on the utterances of the several characters, the dreadful cry
of "Fire!" was raised, and, in a few moments after, the entire
building was filled with flame and smoke, and hundreds of men, women
and children were suffocated and burned to death, and their charred
and disfigured remains buried beneath the ruins.

Such is the simple and terse record of this most dreadful occurrence,
and these few sentences afford such outline and visible form to the
picture that it scarcely needs the shocking details that necessarily
follow to give it color and ghastliness. That so much horror should
attend the burning of a theatre sent a thrill of pain through every
heart in the land. The full scope of the calamity and the dreadful
scenes attending it are depicted in the accounts that follow.

No more awful moment can be imagined than that when the fire was
discovered. The full moon of the fatal evening had tempted upwards of
twelve hundred people from their homes, and lighted them to the
brilliant entrance of the theatre. The famous play of the "Two
Orphans," with an excellent cast, mainly from the Union Square
Theatre, of New York city, was the attraction, and had renewed its
fascinations over a public long since familiar with its story. The
audience was characteristically a Brooklyn gathering. Many well-known
citizens were there: among them the family of Mr. William C.
Kingsley, the Hon. Henry C. Murphy, Edgar Cullen and ladies, E. B.
Dickinson and ladies, and Henry Beam. The following was the
distribution of characters in the play, and, with the exception of
Miss Morant, Miss Vernon and one or two of the minor characters, all
the members were in the theatre at the outbreak of the fire:

    Chevalier De Vaudry                       Mr. C. R. Thorne.
    Count de Linieres, Minister of Police     Mr. H. F. Daly.
    Picard, Valet to the Chevalier            Mr. Claude Burroughs.
    Jacques Frochard, an Outlaw               Mr. J. B. Studley.
    Pierre Frochard, his Brother              Mr. H. S. Murdoch.
    Marquis de Presles                        Mr. J. G. Peakes.
    Doctor of the Hospitals St. Louis and
      Salpetriere                             Mr. H. B. Phillips.
    La Fleur                                  Mr. H. W. Montgomery.
    Officer of the Guard                      Mr. John Mathews.
    Martin                                    Mr. L. Thompson.
    De Mailly                                 Mr. J. Clements.
    D'Estres                                  Mr. George Dalton.
    Footman                                   Mr. E. Lamb.
    Antoine                                   Mr. R. Struthers.
    Louise,    {    The     }                 Miss Kate Claxton.
    Henriette, {Two Orphans.}                 Miss Maude Harrison.
    La Frochard                               Mrs. Farren.
    Countess de Linieres                      Miss Fanny Morant.
    Sister Genevieve                          Miss Ida Vernon.
    Marianna, an Outcast                      Miss Kate Girard.
    Julie                                     Miss Ethel Allen.
    Cora                                      Miss L. Cleves.
    Sister Therese                            Mrs. L. E. Seymour.

The play had proceeded to the last scene of the last act. The curtain
had just been rung up, revealing a scene of exciting and pathetic
interest to the audience. It was the interior of the hovel boat-house
on the Seine. The blind _Louise_ (Miss Claxton) lay on a bed of straw;
_Mme. Frochard_ (Mrs. Farren) was scraping a carrot; the cripple was
at his wheel, and _Jacques_ was about to emphasize his brutality with
a threat. As was natural from her reclining position, which enabled
her to see the flies, the first flame caught the eye of Miss Claxton.
Mr. Murdoch (_Pierre_) was delivering his speech when the two heard a
whisper of "Fire" from behind the scenes, and, looking up, saw flames
issuing from the flies. Mr. Murdoch stopped, but Miss Claxton
whispered to him, "Go on, they will put it out, there will be a
panic--go on," and he resumed. So far the audience had not noticed
anything out of the way, and the two played the scene through, Mrs.
Farren (_Frochard_) entering meanwhile. The carpenters were all the
while trying to stop the progress of the flames, unnoticed by the
house, and Miss Claxton delivered her little speech to _Jacques_: "I
forbid you to touch me," which was greeted with applause. Meanwhile
the audience had begun to suspect something, and with Miss Claxton's
words, "I will beg no more," the actors were forced to move from fear
of falling timber, and the audience rose to their feet. Mrs. Farren
and Mr. Murdoch stepped to the footlights and waved to the people to
resume their seats, while Mr. Studley and Miss Claxton went forward to
do likewise. Mr. Studley shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, there will
be no more of the play, of course; you can all go out if you will only
keep quiet." Miss Claxton, at the other end of the stage, begged the
people to keep cool, adding: "We are between you and the flames."

By this time the fire (which seems to have originated by some of the
"short drops" blowing against the "border lights" in the flies, and so
communicating to the scenery) had made so much headway that the actors
had to look out for themselves. They had held their ground as long as
it was possible, and, seeing from the panic which started immediately
in the gallery and spread all over the upper part of the house, that
the worst had begun, they began their retreat, the ground floor being
already almost cleared. Mr. Thorne had gone. Mr. Burroughs was
up-stairs in his dressing-room, from which he escaped only to meet his
death. Mr. Murdoch was never seen again. Miss Claxton and Miss
Harrison rushed one way; Miss Girard and the minor people another.

The sight of fire seemed to paralyze every one for an instant, and
just as they recovered sufficiently to act, Mr. Studley's sudden
coming to the front of the stage and assuring them that there was no
cause for alarm caused another pause of a second. It was for a second
only. The blazing fragments began falling thick and fast,
contradicting the actor's well-intentioned deception. The audience
arose as by one impulse and made a rush for the doors. The entreaties
of Miss Claxton and Mr. Murdoch were unheeded. The fierce struggle for
life had begun.

The ushers for the most part preserved their presence of mind and
endeavored to enforce order among the rushing crowd, as did also the
police in attendance. Mr. Rochfert, the head usher, broke open a small
door at the farther end of the vestibule and increased the facilities
of exit into the open air, which regularly consisted of two doors five
feet wide, opening upon Washington street. Mr. Rochfert also entered
the auditorium and endeavored to quell the excitement, but without
effect.

A fire alarm had been immediately sent from the First Precinct
Station-House, which is located next the theatre, and a minute or two
after a general alarm and also a call for the reserved force of all
the precincts. But by the time the engines were in position and at
work the fire was beyond control. The occupants of the orchestra
chairs and parquet had had but little difficulty in making good their
escape, but at least two-thirds and perhaps even a larger fraction of
the audience were still in the dress-circle and gallery. The lowest
estimate of the number in the gallery is that five or six hundred
people were in that portion of the house, and from among these were
most of the three hundred deaths. The exit from the first balcony was
down a single flight of stairs in the rear of the vestibule. Down
these stairs the people came in scores, leaping and jumping in wild
confusion. The way out from the upper gallery was down a short flight
of stairs starting from the south wall of the building, thence by a
short turn down a long flight against the same wall to the level of
the balcony, and from this floor down a cased flight into Washington
street. The main floor and first balcony were soon emptied through
their respective exits, but for the five or six hundred panic-stricken
gallery spectators to pass safely through the tortuous passage
described was next to an impossibility. Every indication points to
the belief that, suffocated by the smoke forced down like a wall from
the roof, the mass of those in the upper gallery thronged about the
entrance to the stairs and were either blocked there so as to make
exit impossible, or were unable even to make the attempt to escape,
and sank down, one upon the other, to fall in a mass into the horrible
pit under the vestibule when the supports of the gallery were burned
away. Those near the entrance of the stairs were, probably, the only
ones who were able to escape from this terrible slaughter-pen. There
was comparatively little outcry here, and this again would seem to
indicate that suffocation had intervened to numb the sensibilities of
the hundreds to whom death was to come by fire.

As soon as the flames reached the rear of the theatre, near the
entrances, where the hundreds of people were contending wildly, the
horror of the scene was increased tenfold. Some leaped madly from the
gallery upon the orchestra chairs, and only a few were sufficiently
self-possessed to lower themselves by the railings. One man escaped by
the small window at the head of the gallery stairs, letting himself
down upon the roof of the station-house. Another, who attempted the
same escape, was suffocated or became insensible as he reached the
window, and was seen sitting motionless there until swept away. A few
lowered themselves from the second-story windows on the Flood's alley
side. But the great mass stood helplessly blocked in. The smoke became
unbearable, and the police and firemen who had been able to penetrate
the crowd at all were obliged to retire. They seized as many of the
paralyzed bodies as they could and dragged them into the street,
passing on their way out over piles of insensible men and boys.
Fifteen minutes after the fire broke out the interior of the theatre
was wrapped in flames. Shortly after the roof fell in, and, at 11.45,
a half an hour after the fire started, the broad east wall fell with a
terrible crash. The few who had reached the first flight of stairs
from the street were taken out and carried into the First Precinct
Station-House. The crowd that had escaped from the theatre remained in
the adjacent streets. Men without hats or coats, with clothing torn
and faces bruised; women bonnetless and dishevelled, weeping
convulsively--every face was a picture of woe and fright.

The crowd was quickly and largely augmented by the anxious throng of
sight-seers, and to keep them within the proper limits required the
efforts of nearly the entire reserved police force of the city. The
Police Commissioners and Superintendent Campbell, and Inspector Waddy;
the Chief of the Fire Department, Thomas F. Nevins, and Fire Marshal
Keady, had been telegraphed for and came promptly to the scene of the
conflagration, and did everything in their power to provide for the
sufferers, for many had been brought out bruised and burned. The
firemen had not fairly begun their labors before it became evident
that it was impossible to save the theatre or any part of it; the
entire attention of the force was therefore directed to the
surrounding buildings, which meanwhile were seriously threatened.
Several small buildings on the opposite side of Flood's alley were
partially destroyed, and at one time the First Precinct Station-House
was in imminent danger. The fire was, however, confined to the theatre
by the united exertions of the entire fire department. The interior
decorations of the theatre were of such light and inflammable
material that the fire was quite beyond their control, so far as the
theatre was concerned, and the roof being equally light and
inflammable, it required constant exertion to keep the fire from
spreading.

  [Illustration: CLAUDE BURROUGHS.      H. S. MURDOCH.]

At about three o'clock in the morning the fire had been nearly
extinguished, and the major part of the throng of sight-seers had gone
to their homes, ignorant of the fatal consequences of the
conflagration.

The flames had subsided sufficiently to permit the firemen to make an
investigation near the main entrance of the theatre. Chief Nevins
passed over the trembling floor of the hallway toward the inner
doorway. Inside the doors the flooring had fallen in, leaving a deep
pit of fire and flame, from which a dense smoke and steam ascended.
Here a sickening spectacle met his horrified gaze. Close up to the
flaming furnace, and clinging to the splintered verge of the
demolished flooring, was the body of a woman. Her hands clasped the
frame-work of the door in a desperate grasp. She had fought hard for
life. Evidently she would have escaped had not the flooring given way
beneath her. All the clothing was burnt off, and the features were so
blackened that she was unrecognizable, and the body was removed to the
Morgue.

At 4 o'clock in the morning the flames were put out, and the heap of
debris was black and cold. From the vestibule platform the firemen saw
a most horrible spectacle. The mound that had at first appeared to be
simply a heap of ashes proved to be almost wholly composed of human
bodies. Heads, arms, legs, shoulders, shoes, and here and there entire
human remains protruded through the surface of the mound. Policemen
and firemen hesitated for a moment before leaping down upon the
sickening heap. An inclined plane of plain deal boards was hastily
constructed to reach from the tender vestibule platform to the pit,
and upon this a ladder was rested. Upon the ladder the men went to and
fro. Upon the plane, coffins were hauled up and down. At first the
firemen lifted the bodies from the debris, after having carefully dug
around them and loosened them, and ten minutes was consumed in
exhuming each body. But as it became apparent that there were scores
and scores of human remains, and that a day, and perhaps a night,
would end before the last corpse was taken out, less tender means were
used in the operation, and the work assumed a more earnest and
energetic character. Instead of five men, ten men set at work among
the ruins, while on the vestibule platform a dozen sturdy firemen
manned the short ropes by which the coffins, laden with human remains,
were drawn up and dragged to the sidewalk. All the bodies were bent
into horrid shapes, assumed in the struggles of death by suffocation
and by burning. Nine out of ten of the corpses had an arm upraised and
bent to shield the face. Something was missing from every one. This
one lacked a head or a foot, this a nose, an ear, or a hand, another
its fingers or the crown of the skull. Very many broken limbs and
protruding bones were found, and there were gashes in the upturned
faces or fractures in the smooth-burned skulls, so that each corpse as
it was dragged into the light was a new revelation of ghastliness. A
few lusty pulls disengaged each body. Two or three men seized its
stiffened limbs and pressed them into a coffin, a pair of
sharp-pointed tongs clutched the coffin, and the firemen overhead
dragged it even with the street, where a cloth was thrown over the
coffin, and it was dragged to the dead-wagons, which kept coming and
going all day long.

Opera glasses, chains, studs, purses, and even watches were found
under and on the bodies, and were thrown to one side upon a spread-out
newspaper. Opposite the main entrance at the rear of the theatre other
firemen and police officers delved in the ashes and brought forth
corpse after corpse to be boxed and carried away to the Morgue, with
the same rapidity as at the other door. At four o'clock, when a
hundred and forty-seven bodies had been exhumed on the Washington
street side, fifty-three had been carried from the alley-way in the
rear. Moving among the firemen, either as spectators or supervisors of
the ghastly work, were Chief Engineer Nevins, Police Commissioner
Hurd, Fire Commissioner McLaughlin, Assistant Engineer Farley, and
ex-Police Superintendent Folk.

Surrounding the ruins, in Washington, Johnson and Adams streets, were
throngs of people who stood close together on the sidewalks and left
only room enough for one vehicle at a time to traverse the roadways.
The dead-wagons continually passing and repassing, kept this passage
way clear, and were themselves the objects of the most interest.
During the entire day there were continual quarrels between the police
officers and the over-curious people. Pickpockets--nearly all
boys--were numerous, and were brought into the First Precinct station
two at a time. In the station were coats, and hats, canes, shawls,
bundles, valises filled with costumes, and numerous other articles
taken from the ruins of the theatre.

When the first wagon, laden with the dead from the fire, halted in
front of the Morgue, the gathering pressed forward and crushed its way
between the wagon and the doorway. The police officers appealed to the
people to be calm, and at length the bodies were taken into the
building.

Daylight had not set in when the arrival of the dead bodies was
announced. It was thought at first that the first was the remains of a
young woman, but a vest displaying a watch and chain was revealed.
About nine o'clock the second body, that of a young man whose hands
were clasped, and who wore a plain silver ring and a gutta percha
ring, was received. Nicholas Kieley's remains were next, and the Rev.
Father Kieley, who wept as though his heart was broken, recognized his
brother.

Upon the body of the fourth corpse was a gold open-faced watch, to
which was attached a thin gold chain. On the back of the watch was the
words, "A mother's gift." The fifth body was that of a stalwart man,
whose hands were fixed over his face. Then there was a negro whose
features were beyond recognition. Following was a body whose head had
been nearly consumed, and next one whose arms had been burned away. On
this man was a bright gold collar button. Then there were the remains
of a young woman. The limbs were drawn up, the body was twisted, and
the features could not be recognized.

The remains of a boy about fourteen years of age were next carried in.
A man with a checked shirt was put at his side. The bodies of three
young boys and three girls were next received. On one of the bodies
was a hunting-case silver watch, 76,744, with a gold chain and a
piece of the Hell Gate telegraphic wire as a charm. The timepiece was
in good order and marked the correct time.

Before 3 o'clock seventy-eight bodies were strewn about in the Morgue,
and a long line of men and women were constantly passing in and out of
the building. Nearly every person had permits from the Coroner's
office, and the women visitors were in the majority.

A most shameful and vulgar feature of the inroad upon the Morgue was
the vast number of women who, through mere curiosity, insisted upon
entering the building. Women who were naturally nervous and hysterical
forced their way in and risked good clothing and head dress in their
wild attempts to hover over the bodies. They began to sob and
gesticulate long before they reached the hallway in which twenty-three
blackened corpses were in line on the marble floor.

When the women reached this scene they shrieked as though bereft of
all their kindred, but the majority of them were forced to admit that
they knew no one among the dead. Occasionally some agonized mother or
wife recognized the charred remains of a loved one, and the woman wept
as only a woman can weep.

Keeper McGuire, who has witnessed much sorrow in his place, and who is
supposed to have a heart of adamant, wiped tears from his eyes, and
then tried to excuse himself by saying: "This is too much. I am almost
unnerved."

Occasionally some plain, methodical person entered, and, through close
searching, discovered one who was known to him. In a business-like way
the discoverer pinned a card or a slip of paper, bearing the man's
name, to what remained of the clothing. Young and giddy girls, who
should have been chastised for their impudence, flaunted themselves in
the presence of distressed visitors, and seemed to enjoy their trip
through the Morgue.

On each side of the building is a yard, and there are many windows.
Small boys and stalwart men peered through these windows and indulged
in expressions that were unseemly. This outside rabble became so
unruly that an additional force of police was called upon to prevent a
crush into the building.

None of the bodies were put on the slabs. All were on the flooring.
The faces were so blackened by the fire that they could not be
recognized, and it was only through clothing or jewelry that any were
identified. The undertakers of Brooklyn combined together and
volunteered their services in behalf of the sorrow-stricken families.
They were of very great assistance to the police in preventing
professional mourners from robbing the dead. One woman recognized her
brother when she discovered a stud in his shirt bosom. Another woman,
with a small piece of cloth and a piece of shirt bosom, identified her
husband, and saying, "He has $100 in his pockets," put her hand in his
vest pocket and took therefrom that amount.

The arms of nearly all the dead were fixed as though shielding their
faces, and one woman had drawn her clothing over her face and clinched
her hands above her forehead. Two young men were grappled together as
though they had had a personal encounter in an attempt to escape from
the theatre. Others lay on their sides in the manner of persons who
thus slumber. Their watch chains and other jewelry were beautifully
bright, and the clothing of all was blackened through the fire.

In only about one-third of the cases were the limbs exposed through
the torn and burned clothing. Uplifted hands, whose fingers were
shining bones, bore golden rings, and shoeless feet glistened in their
whiteness. The hair and whiskers were gone, and faces were terribly
scarred. A few of the bodies were burned to a crisp, and these were
put into rough pine boxes, and all hope for their identification was
given up.

Until late in the afternoon, men, women, and children flocked to the
Washington street station to tell of fathers, husbands, brothers, and
children who had not returned to their homes since the evening
previous. Hour by hour the list of missing persons increased in
numbers until it comprised nearly 200 names. All who made inquiry for
friends or relatives were necessarily disappointed, for the blackened,
charred bodies were few of them in a condition to be identified.
Strong men, who had kept up both heart and hope, broke down and sobbed
like women when they learned their own flesh and blood might never be
discovered from out of the scores of shapeless trunks that were being
exhumed from the ruins. Women came in sobbing and went away convulsed
with grief. The policemen themselves often surrendered their forced
self-possession and sobbed aloud.

In the evening the work was continued by the aid of calcium lights. It
was thought best to discontinue the removal of the bodies from the
rear through Theatre alley to Myrtle avenue. Sixty-seven in all had
been taken out that way. The main entrance, with the ghastly burdens
still regularly coming out of it, was thrown into bold relief. The
burner and lantern had been knocked off the street lamp over the way,
and a great flame of gas blazed and flared into the air, lighting up
the scorched and splintered doorway and the upturned faces of the
throng. A calcium light on the sidewalk near the door illumined the
corridor to the point where the floor had broken, and there another
was fixed whose rays shone directly into the deep pit in which the
earlier search had discovered the horrible mass of charred human
bodies.

This pit was the cellar of the main corridor, and its ruins were
separated from the debris in the auditorium by the strong foundation
wall that had borne the gallery columns. It was not until nine o'clock
that this cellar, about twelve feet wide, and running through to the
foundation wall on the alley side, was cleared. Over one hundred and
fifty bodies had been removed from it.

Toward the rear fewer were found, and those were evidently not from
the gallery, as fragments of kid gloves could be seen on the fingers
of the blackened hands, some of which still clutched opera-glasses.
These bodies were more thoroughly calcined than those first found, and
not unfrequently the firemen were able to put two or three into one
box.

After dark the orders against admitting outsiders to the ruins were
more strictly enforced. Among those admitted was the foreman of the
Grand Jury, W. W. Shumway. A calcium light from the alley wall shone
over the ruins of the auditorium, and here the firemen began work
shortly after nine o'clock. In addition to the lime light, oil lamps
with reflectors and lanterns were used.

In this fitful glare the firemen, their faces pallid from fatigue and
hunger, toiled on without a word. The first body found in the
auditorium was on the Theatre alley side. Its position indicates that
the victim had reached a window when he was struck down.

Some friends of Mr. Murdoch were very anxious that an early effort
should be made to recover his body. His mother was expected to arrive
in the city during the evening, he having sent for her a few days
before. About nine o'clock a stream of water was put upon the ruins in
the northeast corner to cool the immense pile of bricks under which
the body was thought to lie.

The firemen were greatly impeded by the clouds of steam. They made
their way from the southern end toward the stage. The broken wall lay
in great lumps of brick and mortar. About halfway toward the stage
shapeless human flesh was found crushed between two huge masses which
had protected it from the flames that had consumed all the rest of the
body. It was long before the bricks could be sufficiently cooled to
admit the removal of this fragment. It was feared all the bodies in
this part of the ruins had been similarly or more thoroughly consumed,
owing to the intense heat from the inflammable stage fixtures.

The interior of the Adams Street Market presented at night a weirdly
horrible sight. Disuse had made the place grimy. The gas fixtures had
been removed, and candle light had to be used. The bodies were in rows
that reached the entire length of the long apartment. On the breast of
each was a lighted candle held in a small block of wood. Candles were
also stuck on the hooks that had once been used to hang meat on, and
lanterns helped to illuminate the spacious place; but the combined
light was not sufficient to rid the corners of dark shadows. The
bodies were in strained shapes, as though death had stopped them in a
writhing struggle. Their arms were raised to their faces in most
instances, the gesture suggesting suffocation or warding off heat. The
charring made them appalling to look at. At an old counter officers
added to lists the names of the few who were from time to time
identified.

Articles taken from the bodies were in a basket, enveloped and
numbered, and corresponding numbers were written on slips of paper and
pinned to the rags that still clung to the corpses. Men and women
passed from body to body, seeking friends or relatives, examining the
bits of clothing, holding the candles close to the blackened faces,
and looking for scars or other marks that might make recognition
possible. They were wonderfully composed in manner, the only outbreaks
of feeling being when a search was successful, and that was very rare.
They were in the main of the poor class, such as occupy the galleries
of theatres. They were persistent in their sad task, going along the
rows of ill-shapen remains without missing a thing that promised
identification. In several instances importunate appeals were made for
permission to remove recognized remains, but the coroners decided not
to grant that privilege until the next day.

On the next morning (December 7th) the confusion was less at the
scene of the awful catastrophe, but the solemn gloom was deeper than
before, the excitement was nearly as great, and the under-currents of
sympathy more intense. There was a gloom in Brooklyn which could be
felt even in the streets. There was but one topic of conversation.
Men, women, and children thought and talked of little else than the
Brooklyn Theatre and the burned dead beneath its ruins. On the
sidewalks, in the street-cars, on the ferry-boats, there was one and
the same subject of interest. In the neighborhood of the theatre
itself the excitement was at its height. But there was little to be
seen that could either stimulate or gratify curiosity. Two or three
undertakers' wagons with the ugly coffins from the dead-house, were in
attendance, but the uninterrupted procession of corpses, which was so
horrible a feature of the scene on Wednesday, ended late at night, and
on this morning there was nothing to see save the smouldering ruins of
the theatre. There was only the great void where the theatre had
stood, a mere rim of crumbling walls, scarcely breast high, enclosing
immense heaps of brick and rubbish, from which columns of steam arose
in the air.

A surging mass of people occupied the sidewalk in front of the
dead-house, and stretched into the middle of the street, and men and
boys clambered upon fences and wagons in the neighborhood, and gazed
intently at the blank walls of the building. Policemen guarded the
main entrance and the iron gateway before it. No permits for admission
were demanded of those persons who could satisfy the officers that
they had lost friends or relatives by the fire. They were allowed to
enter from time to time, passing in the front door and through the
room on the right-hand, which contained about thirty bodies, lying on
the floor, none of them identified; so, through a smaller room at the
further end of the building, back to the left-hand room, in which some
of the corpses were lying upon marble slabs and tables in the centre.
Upon such bits of clothing as remained upon the bodies, numbers,
written hastily with lead-pencils on bits of paper, had been pinned;
and where a body had been recognized, the name and address were added
to the number. Then, upon receipt of the coroner's permission, the
corpse was placed in a plain deal coffin and sent to the address given
by the persons who had claimed it.

On Friday morning (December 8th) the work of removing and examining
the ruins was suspended, it being deemed unsafe to proceed any further
while the walls remained in such an unsafe position. The dangerous
parts of the walls were, however, braced, and the firemen resumed
their labors in the afternoon.

During Friday night and early Saturday morning a large number of small
pieces of bodies, and several heads, were discovered, and the trunk of
a body which was identified as that of Mr. Murdoch. The remains were
taken in charge by an undertaker.

  [Illustration: Identifying the Bodies in the Morgue.
      Identifizirung der Leichen in der Morgue.]

Many of the bodies were so mangled and charred that it was impossible
to identify them, and it was determined by the Board of Aldermen to
bury these at the public expense. The scenes at the Morgue and the old
market on Saturday morning were, if possible, more heartrending and
horrible than anything that had occurred in those places since the
burning of the theatre. The undertakers' wagons rattled up to the door
of the old market by dozens, and the coffins of stained and
polished wood, studded with silver nails, were ranged in rows on the
market floor, beside the black, gnarled things that had been human
bodies. Outside a motley crowd of men, women, and boys pressed close
to the doors and tried to get past the police lines in order to
witness the work of putting the stiffened and distorted bodies into
the narrow coffins. Wandering among the ghastly rows was the usual
throng of sight-seers and mourners searching for friends.

Soon after one o'clock the last coffin was taken from the old market,
and the driver who carried it hurried away after the others. The crowd
around the door took a last glance at the blackened floors inside, as
though the horrible place had fascinated them, and then chased the
wagons and carriages that were going to join the procession.


_The Funeral._

At a quarter before two o'clock the gleam of bayonets appeared in
Schermerhorn street, and the winds bore fitfully the strains of a
dirge played by a military band. The head of the procession was
nearing the point of establishment of the right of the line. At
Flatbush avenue it halted for ten minutes only, while the disposition
of the various parts of the procession was perfected. The Twenty-third
Regiment, that had marched up in hollow square formation, opened and
rested at an "order arms," while the Forty-seventh Regiment passed
through and took the right of the line, headed by its splendid band.
Then the hearses and undertakers' wagons were broken from single to
double column, and the Twenty-third Regiment was placed as a guard of
honor, surrounding this portion of the mournful cortege. The other
necessary dispositions were quietly effected, and then the march was
resumed, with the procession in the following order:

    Squad of Mounted Police--Sergeant Johnson.
    Alderman Fisher and Supervisor Quimby of Committees--in carriage.
    Forty-seventh Regiment Band.
    Forty-seventh Regiment.
    Detachment Fourteenth Regiment, without arms.
    Gatling Battery, without piece.
    Conterno's Band.
    Twenty-third Regiment as Guard of Honor, leading and flanking first
      hearses.
    Hearses--Seventeen.
    Forty-five Undertakers' Wagons, with from one to four coffins each.
    Carriages with Relatives and Friends.
    Carriages with Ministers and Officials.
    Thirteenth Regiment and Drum Corps.

Near Bergen street the dirge which the band had been playing up to
that point ceased, and the roll of twenty-four muffled tenor drums
marked the time for the steps of the military. Solemnly impressive as
had been the music of the band it seemed infinitely less effective
than the roll of the drums. The former had the color of melody, even
though full of sadness, but the latter impressed itself on the heart
as a monotone of sobs. The air grew heavier with the weight of those
measured pulsations of half-voiced grief. Along both sidewalks moved
steadily, keeping step with the procession, a silent multitude. There
was no hurrying, no conversation to beguile the weary way; only a
sullen resistance to the frenzy of the gale.

The drums ceased, and from the military band wailed forth another
dirge more weirdly sad than that first played. A trembling, thrilling
cry, as of a stricken soul, voiced by a single cornet, awoke, a
harmonic wail, in hearing which, one could not repress a shudder.
Again the music ceased, and the terrible roll of the muffled drums
began, mingled with the shriekings of the storm.

The march was a terrible one, for its oppressive gloom, the deadly
cold, the grief on every hand; but that portion from Sixth avenue to
the gate of Greenwood Cemetery was in all respects the worst. All that
way the roll of the muffled drums continued, and across the wide
vacant spaces toward the bay the icy blast seemed the breath of death
itself.

Battle Hill, where the arrangements for the interment of the bodies in
one common grave had already been made, is the highest point of ground
in the cemetery, and is situated but a short distance from the gate by
which the procession entered. Here a circular trench had been cut,
seven feet deep and thirteen feet wide, nearly surrounding a round
sodded space ten feet in diameter, upon which the projected monument
is to stand.

It soon became evident that human endurance would be insufficient to
bear any protraction of the obsequies. With wonderful fortitude, not
less than 2,000 persons maintained their places about the enormous
grave, held as if by a hideous fascination. But all were suffering
intensely from cold, and it was determined by those in charge to make
the services as brief as possible.

The Rev. John Parker read the Protestant Episcopal burial service. The
Rev. Dr. Putnam, instead of the extended funeral oration which he had
prepared for the occasion, announced that the extreme cold would
preclude the possibility of its delivery, and merely said a few brief
words on the uncertainty of life and the blessed hopes of immortality.
Then the benediction was pronounced by the Rev. Mr. Odell, and the
ceremony concluded with the singing by the Germania choir of Kuhlau's
beautiful choral, "Above all summits there is repose."

Besides the public funeral, many private ones, of persons who had been
identified by friends, took place on Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

The bodies of the actors Murdoch and Burroughs were taken to Irving
Hall at 1 o'clock on Saturday, and remained in state until the funeral
on Sunday.

Great festoons of crape hung in long curves from a common centre in
the middle of the room reaching to the galleries, that were draped in
funeral cloth. Each end of the hall bore its burden of black. Two
circles of gas in the ceiling cast a melancholy radiance. The bodies
were encased in two rosewood coffins mounted with silver, which were
placed in the centre of the room. The coffins severally bore the
inscriptions:

    CLAUDE DE BLENAU BURROUGHS,
    Born Aug. 12, 1848; died Dec. 5, 1876.

    HENRY S. MURDOCH,
    Died Dec. 5, 1876, aged 31.

Crosses and wreaths, the gifts of friends, covered the lid of each.
At their head was placed a stand containing a large scroll of white
flowers with the word "Arcadian" in violet, the tribute of the members
of the former club of that name. There was also a rich offering from
the Order of Elks, with the mystic initials of the order predominant.
As soon as the bodies were placed in position friends began to pass by
the coffins. They continued to do so in the afternoon and evening.
During the night the bodies were watched by a committee, the members
of which relieved each other at intervals.

The funeral services were held in the Church of the Transfiguration,
better known as "The Little Church Around the Corner." The services
were very impressive, and the attendance was very large. Dr. Houghton
conducted. The remains of Mr. Burroughs were placed in the receiving
vault of the Second Street Cemetery, and those of Mr. Murdoch were
taken to Philadelphia, and buried on Monday in Woodland Cemetery, the
funeral services being conducted in St. Peter's P. E. Church.


_Mr. Murdoch's Career on the Stage._

Mr. Henry S. Murdoch, one of the victims of the terrible calamity, was
engaged in the cast of the "Two Orphans" as _Pierre_, the cripple, and
was the sole support of a widowed mother and two sisters, who reside
in Philadelphia. The latter were expected in Brooklyn next week to
visit their brother during the Christmas holidays. Mr. Murdoch was
born in Boston, August 5, 1845, and was consequently in the
thirty-second year of his age. He received his education in
Philadelphia, and made his début at the Arch Street Theatre, in that
city, in the winter of 1864. During the season of 1865 he fulfilled an
engagement at the Boston Museum, and from there he went to Cincinnati,
where he performed at Pike's Opera-house until its destruction by fire
on March 22, 1866. In this case he narrowly escaped with his life, and
lost his entire wardrobe in the fire. He next went to San Francisco,
where he played with John McCullough at the California Theatre. He
remained there two years--1867-8. He then performed short engagements
in Washington, Baltimore, St. Louis and Pittsburgh. In 1872-3 he
played at the Arch Street Theatre, Philadelphia, under the management
of Mrs. John Drew, taking the parts of "fop" and "walking gentleman,"
and upon one or two occasions played leading characters. The season of
1873-4 he spent in Chicago, and acted at Hooley's Theatre, under the
management of Mr. Fred Williams, of Boston. He resigned his position
before the close of the season to support Miss Clara Morris at the
Academy of Music in the same city, then under the management of Mr.
C. R. Gardner, who is now the manager of the Arch Street Theatre,
Philadelphia, where Mr. Murdoch made his début. During his engagement
with Miss Morris he made a decided hit as _Armande_, in the play of
"Camille." At the conclusion of his engagement in Chicago he returned
to Boston, where he remained one season, and commenced his engagement
with Messrs. Shook & Palmer last spring, when he played the part of
_Sandy Morton_, in the play of "Two Men of Sandy Bar," at the Union
Square Theatre, New York. From there he went to the Brooklyn Theatre
on October 9 last. Mr. Murdoch was a nephew of Mr. James E. Murdoch,
the eminent tragedian, and a brother of Frank Murdoch, the author of
"Davy Crockett." He has a brother in New Orleans also an actor, whose
stage name is William Wallace, and who lately made his début in that
city. Mr. Murdoch was an accomplished and educated gentleman, and a
rising actor. During his engagement in Boston he played such
characters as _Charles Middlewick_, in the play of "Our Boys," and
_Harry Spreadbrow_, in "Sweethearts." He gave much satisfaction in
Brooklyn in his interpretation of Eustace, in "Conscience," _Charles
Surface_, in "School for Scandal," and was giving an exceptionally
good rendition of _Pierre_, the cripple, in the "Two Orphans," at the
time of the fire. He was a good vocalist and amateur artist. He had
been suffering from sciatica for some time, and the malady had given
him considerable pain during the six weeks previous to his tragic
death, causing him to limp painfully at times. He occupied apartments
at No. 53 Concord street, where his uncle, Mr. Henry Murdoch, resides.


_Claude Burroughs._

Claude Burroughs first made his appearance on the stage at the Winter
Garden, New York, in 1865, playing in "Hamlet" with Edwin Booth. At
the conclusion of his engagement with Mr. Stuart, who was then
managing the Winter Garden, he went to Brooklyn, where he played light
comedy parts in the Park Theatre, then under Mrs. Conway's management.
Upon the opening of the Union Square Theatre by Messrs. Shook & Palmer
Mr. Burroughs was engaged to play light parts. His first appearance at
that theatre was as a _reporter_ in "Agnes," the first piece produced
in the house, and he has been in the cast of nearly every play since
produced there. Upon a few occasions when not playing in New York he
has accepted engagements in Brooklyn. He was the fop in "Atherley
Court," the fop in "Jane Eyre," _Maxime_ in "Ferreol," and a very
clever representative of _Talbot Champneys_ in "Our Boys." At the time
of his death he was playing _Picard_, the valet in the "Two Orphans."
Since the opening of the St. Stephen's Hotel, in Eleventh street, in
October, Mr. Burroughs has lived there. He had a delightful summer
residence at Larchmont, on the New Haven Road, where he was wont to
entertain his numerous friends. He was about twenty-six years of age
and unmarried.


_Sketches of other Victims._

Stuart Campbell Hand, a young reporter on the staff of the _Commercial
Advertiser_ of New York, is among the victims of the calamity. He is
known to have visited the theatre on the night of the fire, and has
not been seen since. He was only eighteen years old.

William L. Donnelly, another young reporter, left his home on the
evening of the fire to visit the theatre, and was never seen alive
again. He had just returned to New York from a journalistic trip to
the West. Among the charred remains his stepfather felt assured he had
discovered poor Donnelly's body, identifying it by several articles of
clothing; but as these articles were partly divided between two
crisped trunks his mother declined to acquiesce in the identification,
for fear of receiving the wrong body.

Mrs. Caroline Berri and her mother, Mrs. Martin, were undoubtedly
trampled upon by the panic-stricken audience, and then fell victims to
the flames. Mrs. Berri was the wife of officer Richard Berri, of
District-Attorney Britton's office. He accompanied her and Mrs. Martin
to the theatre; but when the cry of fire rang through the house, and
the audience became uncontrollable, he was standing in the vestibule.
He tried to push into the theatre to rescue his relatives, but was
carried by the rushing crowd out into the street. His wife and her
mother undoubtedly perished together.

Officer Patrick McKean, of the Central Office Squad, who was detailed
to preserve order in the gallery of the theatre, is among the dead. He
was a good officer, and had been made a member of the Central Squad
for his exemplary conduct. He was seen working bravely in the
vestibule of the theatre, trying to get the panic-stricken people to
move out in an orderly manner. Just before the fatal blast of smoke
and gas filled the entire building it was noticed that he was
exhausted by his hard labors; that he had lost his hat, and that his
coat was torn from him by the surging crowd. It is supposed that he
was precipitated, when the flooring gave way, into the horrible pit
from which so many dead were taken on Wednesday. Officer McKean was a
young man--about thirty years of age, and the support of a widowed
mother.

John McGinniss, an old employee of the Brooklyn _Eagle_, was among the
killed, with two lady friends whom he had escorted to the theatre. He
was about thirty-five years old, and was well known in Brooklyn. It is
likely that he bravely remained with his lady friends until the last.
He was an old fireman of the former volunteer department, accustomed
to battling with flames, cool-headed, and rapid in decision, and if he
had been alone would undoubtedly have found means of escape.

The body of Nicholas F. Kelly, aged twenty-two, was taken out of the
theatre early Wednesday morning. As it was being placed in an
undertaker's wagon a young man standing by glanced at the corpse, and
after saying, "My God, that's Father Kelly's brother," fainted away.
The body was afterward identified by Father Kelly himself, who is the
pastor of the Church of the Visitation, and one of the best-loved and
most eloquent priests in Brooklyn.


_Almost Incredible._

The following story would be deemed almost incredible were it not
vouched for by Police Captain Worth. Mr. Hecht, of 431 Pulaski street,
a wealthy merchant, identified the remains of his son, Louis, eighteen
years old, by the gold watch and gold chain and seal-skin hat found on
the remains. As he stood stricken with grief over the charred corpse,
two men jostled him aside, and, with many exclamations of sorrow and
grief, claimed the body as that of their relative, and looked about
for means to remove it. When the grief-stricken parent recovered from
the shock their positive identification gave him, he again examined
the body, and satisfying himself that they were those of his son, he
directed their attention to the marks and signs by which he declared
it impossible for him to be mistaken. The men passed away. They,
however, were followed by others. To these the father again rehearsed
his story of identification. "I thought," said Mr. Hecht, speaking to
Coroner Nolan, "that the people were mistaken in the identification of
the remains, but when over half a dozen people, whom I saw by their
actions had no one among the unfortunates, came along, and with
pretended cries of grief pointed out the body as that of some
relative, I knew that it was done for the sake of obtaining possession
of the valuables."

Mr. Hecht, before seeking out the coroner to obtain a permit for the
removal of the body, placed his son, the dead boy's brother, guard
over the remains. The coroner at once made all the necessary
arrangements to offset the work of these fiends.


_The History of the Brooklyn Theatre._

In 1871 a building association, composed in chief of Wm. C. Kingsley,
Alexander McCue, and Abner C. Keeney, erected for Mrs. F. B. Conway
the edifice then known as "Mrs. Conway's Brooklyn Theatre." Under her
management the first season opened on the evening of October 2d, 1871,
the play being Bulwer's comedy of "Money," with Mr. and Mrs. Conway,
Edward Lamb, Mrs. Farren, and others in the cast. Until 1875, with
varying success, Mrs. Conway kept the theatre open, introducing her
daughters, Minnie (now Mrs. Levy) and Lilian, Mr. Roche, Mr. Lamb, Mr.
Chippendale, Mrs. Farren and others, in the regular company, and
playing as occasional stars, Booth, Raymond, Jefferson, Sothern, the
Florences, the Williamses, and Charlotte Thompson. At her death the
daughters continued the lease, making their managerial début in "The
Two Orphans." The house was packed, and when _Henriette_ said to the
blind _Louise_, "Don't say so, dear sister; we are not without
friends, I hope," the audience rose as with a single impulse, and for
five minutes stopped the action of the play by demonstrations as wild
as they were encouraging. It soon became evident, however, that the
Conway element could not make the theatre a success, and a lease was
issued to Sheridan Shook and A. M. Palmer, of the New York Union
Square Theatre. Under their management as a star and stock theatre it
soon became a popular resort. But perhaps the greatest success the
theatre has known was the "Two Orphans," the strongest play of the
century, which ran hundreds of nights in New York, and with almost
equal favor was played in Brooklyn.

The conveniences in the auditorium of the Brooklyn Theatre were
admirably arranged for ingress and comfort, but for egress and safety
they were like those of every other theatre. The outer entrance was
shut off from the street by three doors. Two of these opened on to a
corridor, on the left of which was the box office, and at the further
end the ticket-taker's stand, with movable doors, kept shut until a
few moments before the close of the performance. An orderly and an
unexcited audience would have no difficulty in getting out, for there
were two large doors opening from the first circle on to the corridor,
which in turn led to the movable doors referred to. The third door at
the front entrance opened on a short and narrow hall, on one side of
which was the party wall, and on the other a high iron partition. From
this hall one long flight of narrow stairs led, two stories up, to
the gallery. At all times the exodus of the gallery boys, in all
theatres, is noisy and turbulent, but on an occasion like this no
words could picture the rush. Critical examination of the places of
exit from the lower sections of the theatre affords no ground for
censure of the architect, but the gallery exit couldn't by any
ingenuity be worse. Under ordinary circumstances five minutes' time
would amply suffice to empty the house, but when disorder and
confusion reign no deduction can be made, because the base of
information is necessarily unreliable.

  [Illustration: "My God! if the Door should be locked."
      »Mein Gott! wenn die Thür verschlossen wäre.«]

As far as experience and money could secure immunity from danger, the
Brooklyn Theatre was equal to the best appointed playhouses. Every gas
jet was shielded by gauze shades. No smoking was allowed in any of the
rooms. No matches were tolerated. No one but the gas man, Mr. Webster,
was permitted to light the gas. In the rear of the left hand
proscenium box was Mr. Thorpe's private office. It communicated with
the box and also with the auditorium. It was used this week by Mr.
Thorne as a dressing room. Mrs. Thorne was, as always, with him. On
the other side of the stage, behind the other box, was Fanny Morant's
room. Instead of remaining till the close of the piece, she left at
the end of the fifth act. Above Thorpe's room was a dressing room at
the top of an exceedingly narrow stairway, occupied by Murdoch and
Burroughs.


_Other Memorable Disasters by Fire._

The disaster at the Brooklyn Theatre far surpasses in loss of life any
accident by fire in this country or Europe. Theatres have been
frequently burned and losses of life have not been uncommon, but the
Brooklyn tragedy is altogether unparalleled. The disaster at Richmond,
Va., December 16, 1811, when seventy persons were killed, has up to
this time been known as the most terrible of the class, but it is many
times overshadowed by the Brooklyn fire.

The following are the principal theatres that have been burned in this
country, with loss of life:

National Theatre, Philadelphia, Ninth and Chestnut streets, July 6,
1854, and an actor named Shepherd burned.

Fox's Theatre, Philadelphia, Walnut street, below Ninth, June 19,
1867. None of the audience were injured, but ten firemen and five
spectators were killed by the falling of the front wall, and thirty
persons were injured.

The following theatres were burned without loss of life:

Front street, Baltimore, Feb. 3, 1838; Melodeon, Pittsburg, 1865;
Silbee's Lyceum, Philadelphia, July 21, 1851; Gaiety, New Orleans,
Nov. 7, 1854; Adelphi, San Francisco, May, 1851; Sandford's Opera
House, Philadelphia, 1851; Winter Garden, New York, March 23, 1867;
Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, April 2, 1820; Columbia Museum, Boston,
January 15, 1807; Park Theatre, New York, 1848; City Museum,
Philadelphia, Nov., 1868; Academy of Music, New York, May 22, 1866;
Butler's American Theatre, Fifth Avenue, New York, January 1, 1872;
Waverly, New York, 1872; Adelphi, Boston, February 4, 1871; and
theatres during the Chicago fire, Oct. 8 and 9, 1871; Arch Street
Opera House, March 20, 1872, and Barnum's Hippodrome, December 24,
1872.


_Scenes and Incidents._

How true it is that it requires great events to bring out latent
properties in the minds of the every-day people one meets. Especially
is this true of woman.

    "Oh, woman, in our hours of ease,
    Inconstant, shy, and hard to please;
    When pain and anguish wring the brow
    A ministering angel, thou."

Another of the many instances of such devotion as Scott hints at in
these lines was witnessed on that terrible night. While the fire was
in progress, a fireman near the entrance on Washington street saw a
strange sight. An undersized, delicate-looking woman came staggering
out, carrying literally on her back and shoulders a man weighing
apparently a hundred and fifty pounds. Thinking the man was hurt,
assistance was offered. It appeared, however, that the man (who was
the father of the girl) was paralyzed on one side, and that, fearing
he would be unable to make his way out, his daughter had lifted him up
bodily and carried him from the parquet to the front entrance. She
desired no further help than the placing of him on a car, and left the
scene before his name could be ascertained.


_A Terrible Moment of Suspense._

In one of those graphic narratives of her experience on the eventful
night that proved such a trying ordeal to her, and was yet borne with
such high-souled self-possession, Miss Kate Claxton relates one
incident of intense interest. * * * "The back entrance was by this
time a perfect hell of fire. Miss Harrison, on my call, rushed from
her room and darted by me into a little subterranean passage, which
led from the stage under the floor to the box office in front of the
house. No such passage exists in other theatres. It was designed by
Mrs. Conway when the theatre was built, so that she could readily
communicate with her treasurer. I rapidly followed Miss Harrison, and
it seemed as if the fire, swept by the draught, almost licked the
clothes from our backs as we entered the passage. As we fled through
it I remembered that it was closed at the other end by a door with a
spring lock, and was usually kept closed, one of the ushers carrying
the key. As I reached the flight of three or four steps leading up to
the door my heart stood still, and I hesitated to try it. I thought,


_'My God, if it is locked!'_

Outside of the door we could hear the roaring of the maddened
multitude struggling through the passage without. We must really have
hesitated only a flash, but it seemed to me that we stood there for
hours. The door fortunately was open, and we were in a second inside
the box office. With the strength of despair we burst the door open
against the struggling throng, and in an instant were in their midst.
We had yet some distance to go; the fire followed us fast, and there
was still a crowd of excited people to pass through. We got into the
crowd and dashed along, heedless that now and again we felt that we
had trod upon a human being. Once I looked down and saw a human face,
horribly distorted and burned. Oh, my God! it was a fearful sight. I
shall never forget it. Afterward I saw the injured man taken out. He
was horribly injured, and I think, must be dead. As soon as we got
into the street we dashed into the police station. There a gentleman
loaned me his overcoat, and after a short stay in the station we
walked around home."


_Escaping through the Grating._

William Kerr, of Hamden street, Brooklyn, says that he was in front of
the theatre when the fire broke out. He attempted to enter the
theatre, but was prevented, and stepping back to the street he heard a
noise beneath the sidewalk. The iron plate over the coal-hole was
pushed up, and the head and shoulders of a man appeared. He pulled the
man to the sidewalk, and he was followed by another man. He was then
ordered off by the police. The police clapped the plate back, and
nothing is known of the fate of the men who went back.


_Mad Struggles for Life._

When the rush from the parquet was at its height a father and mother
with their child had made their way as far as the lobby, when the
father, who held the child in his arms, was knocked down by the crowd.
The child fell with its father, and its cries could be heard above all
the din. The father struggled to his feet, and as he arose with the
child in his grasp, the blood flowed from several gashes in his face
and crimsoned his shirt. At the sight of the blood the wife shrieked
and immediately fainted, falling upon the people directly in front of
her. Two men who appeared to think less of themselves than of others,
lifted her up, and after a desperate struggle succeeded in removing
her to the street, thence to the police station, where she was
afterward joined by her husband and child. The man was found to have
been badly injured by being trampled upon, beside being cut about the
face.

In another instance a wife became separated from her husband. The
husband had fallen beneath the feet of the crowd, and his face was
trampled into an almost unrecognizable mass. The woman became frenzied
and clutching her hat tore it from her head. Few people paid any
attention to her. Her cries were heard on the street.

"Where is my husband?" she shrieked. "Where is my husband? Won't some
one find him for me? My God! my God! I shall go mad."

People thought


_She Was Already Mad._

The nearly lifeless form of her husband was subsequently dragged from
beneath the feet of the throng and borne into the police station.

A fashionably-dressed lady, who occupied a seat near the stage, was so
completely overcome by terror that she sank to the floor, not in a
faint, but out of sheer fright. She was actually carried from the
place by her attendant.


_A Family Almost Blotted Out._

Samuel Solomon told the following sad story at the Morgue, the morning
after the fire: "Last night my father, Morris Solomon, my brother
Philip, his wife, Lena, and my two sisters, Mary and Deborah, went to
the Brooklyn Theatre, and occupied seats in the family circle. When
the fire broke out I came up here. The theatre was then in flames. I
could see nothing of my relatives. I have remained here all night,
with the exception of going home occasionally to see if they had
returned. My mother is almost crazy, and has searched our neighborhood
for them. Not the slightest trace of either of them has been found
since they entered the theatre. I am told the staircase gave way, and
I am afraid they have been crushed to death and then burned." The
young man was much overcome by the sudden catastrophe which had
befallen his family, and shed tears as he recited the story. The
missing members of the Solomon family are Morris Solomon, aged 47
years, a cigar dealer at Maiden lane, New York; Philip Solomon, a
musician, aged 24; Lena Solomon, his wife, aged 22; Mary Solomon, aged
23, and Deborah Solomon, aged 20 years.


_The Numbers in the Theatre._

We have obtained from the returns of the Treasurer what we believe to
be a correct list of all who were in the theatre on the night of the
fire as spectators, and have also procured a full list of the
employees.

    In the dress circle                              300
    In the parquet                                   250
    In the gallery                                   405
    Actors and actresses                              21
    Supernumeraries                                   20
    Scene shifters and the like                       10
    Orchestra                                         12
    Dressers, ushers, check takers, etc., etc.        22
                                                   -----
    In all about                                   1,040

Although it is generally presumed that places of amusement are more
apt to be crowded and more subject to fires than churches, history
shows that fires in churches have proved even more fatal to human life
than all the theatres that were ever burned.

On the 27th of May, 1875, a shocking catastrophe happened in the
French Catholic Church, at South Holyoke, Massachusetts, which in many
respects was much like that in Brooklyn. The vesper hymn was being
sung, when a candle at the altar set fire to the draperies surrounding
the image of the Virgin Mary. There were about seven hundred people
present, of whom those in the body of the church escaped without
difficulty. But the flames streamed upwards to the galleries and
spread along them, while the crowd on the staircase became a
densely-packed, panic-stricken mass. Many were killed or severely
wounded in the crush, besides those who were overtaken by the flames
and burned to death. The whole thing lasted but twenty minutes, and in
that time over seventy lives were lost.

One of the most terrible disasters of modern times, also strikingly
similar to this recent disaster, occurred in the Church of the
Jesuits, at Santiago, in Chili, on the 8th of December, 1863. It was
the last day of the celebration of the feast of the Immaculate
Conception, and the church had been elaborately decorated for the
performance of mass.

A gigantic image of the Virgin, in whose honor the celebration was
held, occupied a prominent position in the church, and all around
pasteboard devices and thickly intertwining draperies covered the
masonry of the church from floor to ceiling. Festoons led from pillar
to pillar, and from the roof and projecting arches hung twenty
thousand paraffine lamps. The women of Santiago, who on these
occasions go from church to church, had filled the Church of the
Jesuits. Three thousand persons, the greater number of whom were women
and children, were present in this most venerable of Santiago's
churches, and even on the steps outside women knelt in prayer to the
Virgin, whose altar they were unable to reach. In the midst of the
ceremony a paraffine lamp burst, and the flames at once caught the
draperies and festoons surrounding it. Then from arch to arch and
pillar to pillar the fire leaped, the lines that held the lamps aloft
being burned the burning paraffine was emptied on the women below;
and, while these twenty thousand vessels of flaming liquid were
deluging the unfortunate women, the decorations above carried the
flames to the roof, which burned and crackled like a tinder-box.

A rush was made for the great centre door, and in a few minutes it was
hopelessly blocked, while only a few knew of the small door beyond the
altar. As women endeavored to escape through the crowd, others who
were burning clutched their dresses and cried in piteous tones for
help, and clinging in their agony communicated the flame that was
consuming them to the persons whom they had seized. Some women in
their desperation divested themselves of their clothing, and a few
succeeded in effecting their escape, but only a few. Each moment
increased the crowd and intensified the block at the main door, and
while it became more and more difficult to escape, the flames were
spreading on the floor, flying from one prostrate body to another, and
destroying the panic-stricken creatures by scores and hundreds, while
the church resounded with piteous cries for help and still more
heartrending shrieks of agony; the vast roof now gave way, and came
down with its blazing beams and rafters, crushing and inundating the
seething mass of tortured individuals beneath it. When the fire had
burned itself out and workmen could get at the ruins, two thousand
corpses were carried out.


_Relief for the Destitute._

As soon as it was known that so many had perished in the flames, a
generous spirit of rivalry sprang up among the proprietors of places
of amusement all over the country, as to whom should contribute the
largest amount of money for the relief of the survivors and those
rendered destitute by the fire. Individual actors also subscribed
liberally, and a relief association was organized to receive and
disburse the money thus contributed. Memorial services were held in
New York and Brooklyn the Sunday after the fire, and prominent
clergymen all over the country selected the terrible catastrophe as a
theme for eloquent sermons.



Thrilling Account of the Daring Bravery and Wonderful Escape from a
Horrible Death of

CORNELIUS J. DALY AND MISS NETTIE MORGAN.


It is a fact greatly to the credit of all present in the terrible fire
that but one single case of selfish cowardice was displayed, either by
the actors or the audience. Great and noble deeds of daring, loving
sacrifices, and humanitarian actions are everywhere described. The
daily newspapers have given their readers many instances of true
bravery displayed by men and women holding prominent positions in the
world, but it remains for the writer to be the chronicler of a series
of more daring acts and wonderful escapes, and the historian of two
people who passed through the ordeal of fire, one of whom deserves a
place high in the record of "brave men who did brave deeds."


_The Hero and Heroine._

Cornelius J. Daly, the hero of this sketch, was of humble parentage.
The elder Daly, fully appreciating the disadvantages of his own
position, early determined that his only son should receive a superior
education.

As a consequence, Cornelius--or, as he was more familiarly called,
Conn--was sent to school at an early age, and on his seventeenth
birthday was in a condition to fairly combat the world and achieve
success. He was comely of feature, athletic of frame, and intelligent
of mind. He was the pride of his old father and mother, and the
admiration of all the friends of the family.

One day Conn returned to his humble home from school to find terror
and grief supplanting the usual greeting of joy and pleasure; his
father had been brought home in a helpless condition, a victim of the
dreaded paralysis. It was evident, now that the head of the family had
been incapacitated from further labor, that Conn must do something
toward their support.

Throwing to one side all his cherished ambitions and boyish hopes,
Conn left school and apprenticed himself in a large machine shop
located in Brooklyn. His wages at first were small, but being strong
of limb and stout of heart, backed by intelligence, he speedily
progressed, and in less than two years was promoted to the position of
journeyman. His wages sufficed to keep his father and mother in
comparative comfort, but even this failed to satisfy him. He yearned
for something higher and nobler, and after working a few months as a
journeyman, he grew dissatisfied with his position. He loved his old
father and mother with all the ardor of his warm generous heart, and
he feared lest lack of means should compel him to abridge their
enjoyment of little luxuries he deemed necessary for their declining
years.

  [Illustration: Rescuing her paralyzed Father.
      Errettung ihres gichtbrüchigen Vaters.]

Again, Conn was in love, but when he reflected over this last
situation his heart sank even lower than when contemplating his
pecuniary distress. It was the old, old story of honest, manly
poverty, loving the daughter of proud and pampered wealth. Conn was
employed in a large machine shop, owned by a wealthy resident of
Brooklyn.

It chanced one day that the proprietor's beautiful daughter, Nettie,
visited her father's establishment, and not finding him in the
business office sought him among the workmen. Mr. Morgan was in the
act of giving Conn some instructions in reference to a piece of work
when the rich young beauty approached him, and with girlish
impetuousness began questioning about the to her wonderful mysteries
of the tools and machinery about her. The indulgent father, after
mildly chiding her for thus venturing among the oil-begrimed
machinery, turned to Conn, who had stood awe-stricken before the
beautiful young girl, and said:

"Daly, this is my daughter, Miss Nettie. She desires to learn
something of the uses to which the machinery is applied. Show her
around the shop."

At the sound of his employer's voice Conn recovered a portion of his
senses, and, blushing and bowing toward the radiant beauty, who
flashed the brilliancy of her black eyes full upon him, muttered some
incoherent response, and waited for the young lady's commands.

Mr. Morgan walked away toward his office, and Miss Nettie's manner
toward the young mechanic was so kind that his first confusion melted
away like snow before the summer sun, and in five minutes the
beautiful heiress and the hard-handed mechanic were chatting together
with the familiarity of old acquaintances.

Miss Morgan seemed determined to learn all the details of the
business, and Conn was only too pleased to instruct her in the use and
appliance of the tools and machinery.

All pleasant things must some time have an ending, and the tour of the
shop was at last completed. It had taken them nearly two hours to go
through, however, and Conn would have been the happiest of mortals if
he could have had the privilege of being Miss Nettie's conductor and
instructor forever.

"Good-by, Mr. Daly," murmured Miss Nettie, extending her aristocratic
hand, white as alabaster, toward our hero, when the inspection of the
machinery was at last completed. "Good-by. I am ever so much obliged
to you."

It was, undoubtedly, very foolish and very improper, but when those
dainty fingers touched his palm Conn caught them up and, bending over,
kissed the little hand with the courtly grace of a cavalier. Miss
Nettie blushed, but did not seek to prevent this delicate homage, and
with another "Good-by," tripped away, while poor Conn's head whirled
around more rapidly than did the fly-wheel of the great engine.

This was the beginning, and all the remainder of that day and the next
and the next Conn saw nothing, could think of nothing but Miss Nettie
Morgan. He lost his appetite, grew moody, shunned companionship with
his fellow-workmen, and it is positively asserted that on more than
one occasion he secreted himself in the vicinity of the Morgan mansion
to feast his eyes, if possible, on the person of his lady-love idol.

Once he met her in the street. She was just stepping from her
father's carriage, attired in silk and velvet, and poor Conn, in his
ordinary work clothes, was going from his dinner to the shop. His
heart gave a great jump when he saw her, and then his brain reeled and
he felt sick and faint. Miss Nettie turned to give some instructions
to the coachman and her eyes fell upon Conn. Instantly she stopped,
and going toward him a step, extended her hand and said:

"Mr. Daly, don't you know me? Were you going by without speaking? How
have you been?"

Again Conn experienced the electric thrill shot from those white taper
fingers, and once again his heart leaped so joyfully that it nearly
choked him. He contented himself this time with bowing very low, and
pressing her hand very slightly for just one blissful second. Then she
passed into a store, and Conn, with a dazed feeling of happiness, went
on down the street.

But why linger over a description of this love feeling? All of us
experience it at some time in our life, and I opine it is a glorious
experience, and marks an epoch in life. Conn's employer became
cognizant of this state of affairs. Angered at the "impudence" of the
"beggar," as he contemptuously termed our hero and his passion, he
immediately discharged him, and then Conn's worship of Miss Nettie
assumed the most lowly type of idolatry. He would have been content to
do her humble service all his life, provided she spoke kindly and
extended her hand to him but once a year. He lingered around her
father's house at all hours now, day and night, and such persistent
and mysterious watching of one house made him an object of suspicion
to the police. He saw her very frequently, but at a distance. He felt
sure that it would always be at a distance he might worship her, but
it was pleasant--nay, bliss supreme--to sometimes hug the delusive
"might be," and build brighter and airier castles.

A few days after his discharge Conn made the acquaintance of a
representative of the Peruvian government, interested largely in the
railroad development of his country. The gentleman was at once
impressed with the self-reliant intelligence of our hero, and finding
him conversant with the intricate details of machine construction
engaged him at a munificent salary to superintend the locomotive and
machine works of the Peruvian government, then in process of erection
at Valparaiso.

It was demanded by his new employer that he proceed to the field of
his future operations immediately, and a steamer leaving that day Conn
could only communicate with his beloved parents by letter, informing
them of his good fortune.

When Miss Nettie learned that Conn had been discharged she took
especial pains to make inquiries about him and his future. She never
confided to any one her feelings toward the young man, but it must be
admitted that she felt a tender interest in his welfare, and now that
he was gone, missed his handsome face sorely.


_A Lapse of Years._

This was in 1871, and Conn was in his twenty-second year. As the
steamer bearing him away left his native shores in the dim distance,
he lifted up a prayer to the Most High to guide him aright in his new
undertaking, and he inwardly resolved that he would some day return
socially the equal of the girl he loved. He could then dare to ask her
hand in marriage.

Five years passed away, spent by our hero in a persistent, laborious
struggle toward the goal he had marked in life. His efforts were
rewarded, and he had not been long among the indolent Chilians before
his superior strength of intellect lifted him above all competitors,
and a stream of wealth steadily poured toward him. A great railroad
was projected, and Conn--we still preserve the familiar title--had the
sole contract to build and equip it. The determination was to provide
the travelling public with all manner of modern conveniences, and to
encourage home industries, car and locomotive works, rolling mills,
machine shops, etc., were established, and Conn started for home to
engage skilled labor in all the different departments.

He arrived safely in Brooklyn, and at once proceeded towards his old
home, his heart overflowing with joy as he fancied the surprise and
rejoicing of his parents at his unexpected return. The old house
looked doubly familiar as he approached it, but no welcome light shone
from the windows. He knocked long and loudly at the door, but
receiving no response he was about turning away, when a woman in an
adjoining house raised the window and asked him what he desired.

"I was in search of Mr. and Mrs. Daly," said Conn. "Can you tell me if
they still live here?"

"They still live here," replied the woman, "but they went to New York
early this morning to visit some friends, and will not be back until
tomorrow."

Thanking the woman for this information Conn turned away, and with
aimless steps walked down the street. He passed a theatre, resplendent
with light, and joined the throng of gayly-dressed pleasure-seekers,
filing into the building. He asked for a ticket at the box-office, but
was told that all reserved seats had been taken, and that only gallery
tickets were procurable.

"That will do," he said, and, taking the bit of pasteboard entitling
him to a seat, passed up the long, winding stairs to the gallery, and
took a position in the front row of seats.

It was a remarkable coincidence that Miss Nettie Morgan had accepted
an invitation to visit the same theatre that evening. Mr. George St.
Clair Fitzherbert, a young gentleman of elegant leisure, considerable
wealth and few brains--nevertheless aristocratically connected, and
therefore a welcome visitor at the Morgan mansion--had purchased two
orchestra seats in the most eligible locality, and invited Miss Nettie
to do him the honor of sharing one of them. Now Nettie failed to have
a very high regard for George St. Clair Fitzherbert's aristocratic
connections, leisurely habits, wealth, etc.; in fact she had been
known to call him a "conceited booby," but Miss Nettie was fond of the
theatre; she very much desired to see the "Two Orphans," and therefore
did the young scion of aristocracy "the honor."

The interval before the appearance of the orchestra was devoted by
Conn to a careful survey of the theatre and the audience. Just as the
overture began Miss Nettie and her aristocratic escort entered, and
the former was immediately recognized by Conn. Instantly all interest
in the play was lost. He had eyes and thoughts only for Nettie
Morgan. If one had asked Conn the next day the simplest question about
the play, it is doubtful if he could have answered it. Miss Nettie,
unconscious of this idolatrous adorer's silent, soul-enraptured
worship, gave all her sympathies to the troubles and heart-griefs of
the "Two Orphans." More than once tears sprang to her eyes at the
pathetic situations.


_The Cry of Fire._

The curtain was rung up on the last scene of the last act. It was the
hut of the _Frochards_ on the bank of the river Seine. It discovered
the blind girl _Louise_ on her pallet of straw, over whom was bending
_Pierre Frochard_. Suddenly the actors heard whispers of "Fire, fire,"
and a shuffling to and fro behind the scenery. Mr. Murdoch, who was
playing _Pierre_, also heard the alarm, and Miss Claxton (_Louise_)
whispered to him:

"The stage is on fire!"

The play went on, _Louise_ and _Pierre_ continuing to recite their
parts. When Mrs. Farren, as _Pierre's_ mother, rushed in and, as the
action of the play demanded, seized _Louise_ by the hair and pulled
her head violently backward, Miss Claxton's eyes were turned upward,
and then she saw little tongues of flame playing over her head and
licking up the flies at the top of the scenes. There were now four
persons on the stage: Miss Claxton, Mrs. Farren, J. B. Studley and
H. S. Murdoch.

As they went on with the play, they whispered to one another about the
fire and exhorted one another to do everything possible to prevent a
panic in the audience. They thought that the flames might yet be
extinguished without consuming the stage, and Miss Claxton said to Mr.
Murdoch:

"Go on, go on, or there'll be a panic. They'll put the fire out from
behind."

In the latter part of the scene, where _Pierre_ approaches _Louise_,
and she draws back, exclaiming, "I forbid you to touch me!" Mr.
Studley, as _Pierre_, turned his back to the audience upon approaching
Miss Claxton, and whispered to her, while the burning beams above were
almost ready to fall upon them, and they knew it:

"Be quiet! Stand perfectly still!" and extending his arms, Miss
Claxton remained immovable.

The audience had not yet discovered the fire; but after the passionate
exclamation, "I forbid you to touch me!" Miss Claxton glanced upward
at the roaring flames that were now leaping from scene to scene, and
hesitated, uncertain what to do. At this moment those sitting in the
body of the house caught sight of the red flames at the top of the
stage. Instantly wild cries of "Fire!" "Fire!" were heard, and the
people sprang to their feet terrified, and rushed, stumbling over the
seats and crushing one another, toward the entrance.

Cinders were then falling upon the stage, and Miss Claxton, Mrs.
Farren, Mr. Murdoch, and Mr. Studley advanced together to the
footlights with panic written on their faces. Mr. Studley, in his
stentorian tones, shouted to the affrighted people that they were safe
if they kept quiet.

"There will, of course," he said, "be no further performance, but
you've all time to get out if you go quietly."

Several persons in the orchestra were recalled to their senses by
these words, and they sat down again. The men appeared to be more
excited than the women. The aristocratic Fitzherbert, at the first
alarm, was seized with a most uncontrollable fear--his blasé face was
the color of chalk, and his thin legs knocked together like reeds
shaken by the winter wind. Forgetting all else but his own person in a
selfish scramble for safety, he started to his feet and was rushing
away. Miss Nettie, although terrified beyond measure, had presence of
mind enough left to see that haste would only increase the danger. She
caught her frightened escort by the hand, and pulled him into the seat
beside her.

"Don't run," she cried; "we will get out better if we go slowly."

The musicians in the orchestra were urging the people to retire
quietly, and so were the actors. Fitzherbert instinctively turned his
eyes toward them, and saw a mass of flame back of the actors, with
bits of burning wood dropping down, and the sight seemed to craze him.
He started to his feet, tore violently away from Miss Nettie, and
dashed into the crowd struggling to escape. The instinct of
self-preservation had overcome reason, and the struggle for life
became fierce and uncontrollable.

As her escort thus basely deserted her, Nettie's self-possession fled,
and with a low moan of anguish she sank back upon the seat and covered
her face with her hands.


_The Rescue--Facing Death._

Intent on watching Nettie, Conn saw little of the play. When the first
cry of "Fire" was raised, he started to his feet and leaned eagerly
forward. He saw the sparks falling upon the stage among the
actors--heard Miss Claxton cry:

"Will the people keep their seats? We are between you and the flames,
and will be burned first. Will the people in the front seats sit
down?"

Then he saw the people in the orchestra seats pause for a moment, saw
the frightened look on the face of Fitzherbert as Nettie pulled him
down beside her, and then, as the coward basely deserted her, he
sprang upon the gallery railing, lowered himself to the family circle,
from thence down into the body of the house, and in a moment was by
the side of the girl he so passionately loved.

She started when he placed his hand upon her shoulder, and then, as
her eyes encountered the hungry flames reaching out their long arms,
and consuming with lightning rapidity the canvas scenes, hid her face
again and shuddered convulsively.

Conn, with his hand still upon her shoulder, looked in the same
direction. The beams, supporting the roof of the boat-house, were
falling in all directions, and the actors, conscious of their imminent
peril, were in the act of rushing from the stage through a perfect
rain of fire. As they disappeared a bright tongue of flame shot out
over their heads toward the audience. It was like a transformation
scene in a spectacle. The musicians were disappearing under the stage.
Liberty seemed to lie in that direction.

"Come, Miss Nettie," cried Conn. "We must not perish. I will save
you."

She started up with a look of surprise, but uttered no word, and
throwing his strong arm around her slender waist, Conn dragged rather
than led her toward the little door that gave exit to the musicians.
In a moment they were under the stage groping around blindly in the
dark, while the angry flame hissed and crackled overhead with a
sullen, ominous roar. Supporting the beautiful girl, Conn darted
toward a door through which he saw some of the actors disappear. He
found himself in a little entry, dimly lighted by a single gas burner.
It was a subterranean passage under the floor to the box office in
front of the house. Pushing the beautiful girl before him, Conn sprang
into this seeming haven of safety, and as the door closed behind him,
the angry flames, fanned by the draught, almost licked the clothes
from his back. Rapidly fleeing along the passage way, the pair reached
a flight of steps, at the head of which was a door. He strove to open
it, but his efforts were resisted.

"Great God!" he cried; "it is locked."

Nettie answered with a moan of anguish, and the sight of her face,
ethereally beautiful in its paleness, nerved him to desperation. He
stepped back a few paces, and threw his entire weight upon the door.
It shivered, swayed, and gave way, admitting them into the box office.
There was yet another door to pass through, leading into the lobby,
through which the maddened multitude was struggling. Resting a moment,
Conn again dashed forward and burst the door open against the
struggling throng. In an instant the two were in the midst of the
frenzied mob, who fought and struggled for life with the desperation
of mad men. Men and women were being trampled upon by those behind
them, and the former were as terror-stricken as the latter. The glare
in the street, and the smoke in the corridor, enhanced the terror of
those seeking an exit.

"Cling closely to me," Conn whispered in the ear of the beautiful
creature in his arms. Raising aloft his strong right arm, he tightened
his hold upon Nettie's waist, and swaying from right to left, fighting
down all opposition, was in a minute in the thickest of the throng.
The two were lifted off their feet instantly, and carried out into the
street with the surging mass.

A carriage was standing near, and into it Conn hurried his
half-fainting charge. Directing the coachman to drive with all speed
to the address he gave him, Conn leaned again into the carriage, and
this time dared to snatch a kiss from her pale lips.

"God bless you, Miss Nettie, my darling!" he cried; and bursting into
tears, the beautiful girl could only cry,

"You have saved my life; I shall never forget you."

Again he ventured to touch his lips to her cheek, and then, closing
the door of the carriage, he bade the coachman drive with all haste,
and hurried back toward the burning theatre.

  [Illustration: Burning of the Brooklyn Theatre during the performance
    of the "Two Orphans."
      Brand des Brooklyner Theaters während der Vorstellung der »Zwei
        Waisen.«]

A mad and frightened crowd was still pouring from the building, and
without one thought of the great danger he placed himself in, Conn
dashed in among the struggling men and women, to save more lives, if
possible. He struggled manfully with the surging mass, and was soon in
the body of the theatre.

But one man and two women were in the auditorium, and bidding them fly
for their lives, Conn seized one of the pillars supporting the family
circle gallery, and by a few vigorous muscular efforts raised himself
to the top of the railing. Jumping quickly over he rushed toward one
of the exits, through which a maddened crowd was struggling in tumult
and disorder. In vain he endeavored to quell their frenzy. Forcing his
way toward the head of the stairs, his strong arm was exerted to hurl
back frightened men and allow the shrieking, shouting mass below to
escape. Suddenly a cry came from below that aided him to drive back
the uppermost.

"For God's sake, turn back; we cannot get out," was called from the
bottom of the blocked and creaking stairway, and immediately there was
a momentary relaxation of the downward pressure of the crowd. At this
moment Conn extricated himself from the crowd, and hurried back into
the dress-circle. The parquet below was empty, and people were
dropping from the gallery into it, and lowering themselves from tier
to tier. The stage was a mass of flames, and the smoke was filling the
auditorium and rushing into the corridors. He hurried to the front
main entrance of the dress-circle, and there found a mass of men and
women shrieking, shouting and crowding madly down upon the living mass
below. For a while the passage seemed blocked by a human barrier which
could neither move of itself nor give way to pressure from above.
Burly men and weak women seemed alike powerless in that dense throng,
and to aggravate the panic, people at the turn of the stairs kept
calling, "Go back! go back! You cannot get out this way." This may
have been intended to restrain the crowd above from forcing their way
down, but it had a different effect. People madly urged each other
forward, men swore and women shrieked, and to heighten the horror of
the scene a volume of black smoke burst into the passage and rolled
along, blinding the eyes and parching the throat. In this dreadful
moment, when the horrors of death seemed to stare those people in the
face and to overshadow them like a pall, a desperate flight for life
began. Women fainted and men fell under foot and were trampled down,
and through that writhing, struggling mass, amid a tumult of cries and
shrieks and groans, the lower vestibule was reached.

A lady in front of our hero, pressed and beaten down by the mad crowd,
fainted and would have fallen. He caught her in his arms, and now
began a desperate struggle. Persons from the gallery and elsewhere had
blocked the doors, and there were many behind him in the dress-circle,
pushing violently, one even clutching at the head of the unconscious
lady as she hung over his shoulder. Slowly they were making for the
doors, when the flames from the ceiling seemed to dart down and met
the jets from the gaselier. Then there was dreadful yelling and
crowding at the doors, men and women struggling desperately for every
inch gained. A horrible accident occurred. A lady partly suffocated,
like the rest of them, had fallen and could not be lifted, and was
evidently trampled to death. But there was no time to think. He
passed over several forms. Looking behind for an instant he saw there
was a frightful panic in the theatre. The gas or something else had
exploded, the lights were out, the flames roared and the pieces of
wood and plaster fell upon the heads of those at a distance. "Mercy!"
"My God, save me!" and names of husbands and brothers were shouted.
The heat was intense, for the fire was rapidly closing upon them. Arms
were thrown up in an attempt to force a passage, as men sometimes do
when swimming, and dozens must have been swept under and trodden to
death. He had now nearly reached the door. All at once a fearful crash
came, as if the gallery or ceiling had fallen. "Murder!" "Help!"
"Help!" seemed to be shouted from a hundred lips. He turned as he felt
the fresh air blow upon his face, and saw behind something like a dark
wall. He then felt that at least a hundred and fifty people were shut
in to certain destruction. But the groaning and yelling continued
worse than ever. Beyond this wall he could see bright flames, which
seemed to swell and surge in a terrible manner. On gaining the street
he found still more excitement; but he had to hurry to the
station-house with his unconscious burden. In a moment he was back
again at the theatre, exerting himself to the utmost to quiet the
people in the lower lobby, and have them leave in an orderly way, so
that all might get out safe. But when the audience, in their mad rush
to escape from the flames, began to trample on one another, he
commanded them to keep back so that he might save those who had
fallen. Although the surging crowd was loath to obey, yet his commands
were so earnest that he kept them back a sufficient time to pick up
about twenty persons who would otherwise have been crushed and killed,
and carried them, comparatively unhurt, into the adjoining
station-house. After saving these people he returned to the theatre,
which was now enveloped in flames. Men, women and children were thrown
down and trampled upon, but the brave man rushed in among the frantic
crowd, at the imminent risk of his own life, and pulled out a number
of bodies, cut, bruised and bleeding. Those who witnessed his actions
state that he saved in this way the lives of at least forty persons.

When the firemen arrived, he assisted them to quell the flames. He
remained at the fire throughout the night and all the next day. He was
one of the first to discover the dead bodies, and although faint,
hungry, and burned and blackened out of human semblance, assisted in
getting out the charred and mangled bodies, and it was not until the
last one had been removed that he sought repose.


_Conclusion._

Conn, or rather Mr. Daly, took an early opportunity of visiting the
house of his old employer, Mr. Morgan. Being possessed now of abundant
means and letters of introduction from high dignitaries in the Chilian
government he had no difficulty in getting an invitation from Mr.
Morgan to tea, with whom he had made a large contract for tools.

Miss Nettie looked more charming than ever, and to the surprise of
_pater familias_ recognized his guest as the brave gentleman who
rescued her from the burning theatre. It is unnecessary to say that
Mr. Morgan was agreeably surprised, and the gallant rescuer being
socially and pecuniarily his peer, young, and distinguished-looking,
he began to look upon him as a possible son-in-law.

It was not our purpose to tell a love-story, and it is only necessary
to add that if there is anything in "signs," Mr. Daly will certainly
carry off as a bride the charming Miss Nettie Morgan.



_List of the Sufferers._


It is extremely probable that a great many persons were lost in the
terrible fire whose bodies were not recovered. The following is a
complete list of the identified dead, the unidentified, and persons
reported to the police as missing:


IDENTIFIED.

    Argrove, Charles, 152 St. Mark's avenue.
    Aurbach, Gustave, 30 Hudson avenue.
    Armstrong, Christopher, 208 Skillman street.
    Addison, John, 177 Water street.
    Amao, Alfred, 331 Hamilton avenue.
    Amand, Gustave, Hamilton avenue.
    Athell, Durell, Court and Nelson streets.
    Ashwell, Joseph, 86 Fleet street.
    Alberte, Amanda, 266 Atlantic avenue.

    Bedford, Daniel, Hicks and Clark streets.
    Bennett, W., 129 Butler street.
    Brook A., 1677 Atlantic avenue.
    Brosnan, John, 300 Pearl street, New York.
    Brown, William, 520 Hicks street.
    Bryant, William A., 107 Flatbush avenue.
    Bullion, William F., 436 Lafayette avenue.
    Burton, William F., 439 Lafayette avenue.
    Bordess, May, 62 Fulton street.
    Birdsall, A. B., 334 Atlantic avenue.
    Boyle, Peter, Adams place.
    Burke, Frederick, 197 Fulton street.
    Bolstridge, George, 246 Adams street.
    Broderick, Patrick, 85 Sackett street.
    Boyle, Thomas, 380 Adams street.
    Burroughs, Claude, New York.

    Curran, Richard, 123 Jay street.
    Clark, E., 135 18th street.
    Cowan, James, 68 Sumter street.
    Conconan, Peter, 73 Walworth street.
    Cinler, John, ----.
    Chantey, Henry, 289 Court street.
    Crandall, William E., 325 Myrtle avenue.
    Chichester, T., Baltic street.
    Cassidy, M., 475 Adelphi street.
    Creech, W., 44 Duffield street.
    Cassidy, James, 150 Hamilton avenue.
    Conroy, Michael, 256 Plymouth street.
    Callom, James, 46 Amity street.
    Cassrelt, John, 164 Prince street.
    Cowan, James, 197 South Portland avenue.
    Cullen, John D., 48 Amity street.
    Cullen, James, 41 Amity street.

    De Shay, Mr.
    Dietz, Aaron, Greene avenue.
    Dietz, Abraham, Greene avenue.
    Dooner, James, Willoughby and Canton sts.
    Devoe, Chas. E., Devoe st., Williamsburgh.
    Doner, Hugh, 117 Tillary street.
    Dempsey, Thomas, 103 Prince street.
    Dorrity, Edward, 103 Prince street.
    Deanaro, Clara, 246 Fourth street.
    Davidson, Dennis, 26 Withers street.
    Dunlan, Charles, 81st street, New York, (supernumerary).
    Divine, Thomas, East New York.
    Doran, John, Willoughby and Kent aves.
    Donlan, William, 171 Prince street.

    Elliott, James, Atlantic avenue.
    Easebel, John, ----.

    Fry, John, 316 Skillman street.
    Fry, William, 316 Skillman street.
    Fry, Henry, 316 Skillman street.
    Foley, Cornelius, 151 Degraw street.
    Farrell, George, 145 Myrtle avenue.
    Franke, Charles, 7 Degraw street.
    Franke, William, 129 Columbia street.
    Franke, Charles, 129 Columbia street.
    Frankish, ----, M. D., ----.
    Faron, E. E., 54 Charles street.
    Farey, Patrick, 104 President street.

    Garrett, Charles, 98 Livingstone street.
    Gilhoma, Samuel, 138 Portland avenue.
    Garvey, John E., 25th street and Third ave.
    Goodwin, J., 495 Canal street.
    Guthrie, F., 1029 Lafayette avenue.
    Glies, Philip, 66 Wolcott street.
    Gibbons, Frank, 1029 Lafayette street.
    Gray, Alfred H., 158 Calyer street.
    Gray, William A., 158 Calyer street.
    Guy, James, 128 York street.
    Gorth, Frank, ----.

    Hecht, Louis, 431 Pulaski street.
    Hendricks, Mr., 1 Lawrence street.
    Hendricks, ----, 191 Fulton street.
    Holdrich, Dora.
    Holdrich, Emma.
    Hartman, William, 2 Myrtle avenue.
    Haston, John, 447 Hudson avenue.
    Hayes, John, 205 West 22d street.
    Hanfry, John, 175 Court street.
    Huston, John, 447 Hudson avenue.
    Hoefler, George, and child, of Gowanus.
    Hoefler, Kate, of Gowanus.
    Howell, R., 30 Scholes street.

    Jones, Henry H., 154 Summit street.
    Jackson, Robert, 443 Flatbush avenue.
    Jackson, John A., 355 Adams street.
    Jackson, C.

    Kerlan, John, Marcy ave. and Kosciusko st.
    Kennedy, John, 81 Gold street.
    Kraft, Henry, Boerum street.
    Kerrigan, Joseph, 341 Water street.
    Kroemer, Joseph, Bushwick ave. and Stagg st.
    Kelly, Michael, 18 Meeker avenue.

    Lamb, Lawrence, 311 Plymouth street.
    Lane, G.
    Lawler, P., 58 Little street.
    Lewis, P., Binghampton.
    Lowenther, Abram, 203 Fulton street.
    Lott, Charles, 464 Sackett street.
    Lott, George, 464 Sackett street.
    Loughlin, John, 244 Bridge street.
    Lessen, Isaac, 264 Atlantic avenue.
    Lennon, James, ----.
    Looney, Joseph, Conover street.
    Likewise, Annie, New Lots.
    Lohn, John, 186 Prince street.

    Martin, Ann and child, 37½ Lawrence st.
    McGinniss, John, 38 Little Water street.
    McCullough, Angus, 294 Pacific street.
    McLoughlin, George, 229 15th street.
    McLean, James, 160 Myrtle avenue.
    McManus, John, 506 Court street.
    McDermott, John, 2 Elliot place.
    McCarty, Patrick, 55 James street.
    McCafferty, James P., 251 Navy street.
    McGiffy, John, 449 Hicks street.
    McNally, J., 202 Prince street.
    Meeling, J. P., 148 Reardon street.
    Meek, J. E., 77 Pacific street.
    Martin, P. E., 26 Elliot place.
    Morris, J., 22 Liberty street.
    Murdoch, H. S., 53 Concord street.
    Murphy, James, 62 Amity street.
    Murray, William, Navy street.
    Mowberry, John, 285 Centre street.
    Mitterberry, Diedrich, 551 West 37th st.
    Meigh, Alfred, 89 Bushwick avenue.
    Myer, Isaac, New York.

    Nagle, W., 58 Broadway.
    Neith, C., Smith street.
    Nevin, ----, 148 President street.

    Offerman, F. D., 16 Smith street.
    Osborne, Wm. H., 177 Eagle st., Greenpoint.
    Oleson, Louis, 147 Sackett street.
    O'Brien, Hugh, 147 Concord street.
    Oram, Stephen, 135 Union avenue.
    Ostrander, Jacob L., 374 Navy street.

    Parsons, Mrs., and child, St. Louis.
    Pickford, Frank, Patchen avenue.
    Pollard, John, Flushing and Grand ave.
    Pearce, W. H., Duffield street.
    Phillips, Solomon, ----.

    Quinn, James, 81 Gold street.
    Quick, Elias B., Jr., 20 8th street, E. D.

    Ramsdell, G. R.
    Reordon, P., 934 Atlantic avenue.
    Ralph, Henry, Grand ave. and Bergen st.
    Rogers, Catherine, Snedeker ave., New Lots.

    Solomon, Morris, 103 Boerum place.
    Solomon, Philip, 103 Boerum place.
    Solomon, Tracey, 103 Boerum place.
    Solomon, Lena, 103 Boerum place.
    Solomon, Deborah, 103 Boerum place.
    Styles, Charles F., 221 Putnam avenue.
    Scott, Charles, (officer.)

    Taylor, Arthur, 27 Chauncey street.
    Turner, John F., Jas and Prospect streets.

    Varick, Mrs., ----.

    Webster, H., 240 Clinton street.
    Wait, A., 80 Bushwick avenue.
    Wine, R., 79 Butler street.
    Weldon, M. J., 128 South First street.
    Whistance, Thomas, 484 Hudson avenue.
    Wheeler, Lewis, 147 Sackett street.
    Ward, Matilda, 18 Oxford street.
    Wakeman, E., Joralemon and Court streets.
    Wook, John, 101 Fleet place.

    Xendid, William, 161 Fulton street, N. Y.


UNIDENTIFIED OR MISSING.

    Arlaum, Arthur, 341 Hamilton avenue.
    Alberte, Louis, 266 Atlantic avenue.

    Bedford, David, 122 Hicks street.
    Binley, John, 56 Box street.
    Barnes, ----, 520 Hicks street.
    Boyne, Thomas, Vanderbilt avenue.
    Ball, William, Third avenue and 36th st.
    Ball, George, Third avenue and 36th st.
    Blachford, Chas., wife and child, 212 Bridge st.
    Boyne, Bennett, 233 Plymouth street.
    Berri, Caroline, Smith street.
    Beatty, Edward, 71 Carlton avenue.

    Cavanagh, Frost, 474 Hudson avenue.
    Crane, Oliver F., 31 North Elliott place.
    Collins, Daniel, 101 Prince street.
    Chichester, Thomas, 232 Court street.
    Coyle, Nicholas, Johnson and Duffield sts.
    Cadmos, Mrs. Phil, 628 Fifth avenue.
    Cadmos, George W., 628 Fifth avenue.

    Deree, Charles E., 34 Devoe street.
    Donlan, William, 229 Navy street.
    Delepartree, Ed., 66 Smith street.
    Dakin, Daniel, New London.
    Doolittle, Henry, 153 Union place.

    Foden, Walter, 209 Jay street.
    Froidevaux, Rosine, 257 Columbia street.
    Forskein, Andrew, 1075 Third avenue.

    Green, Frank, 1029 Lafayette avenue.
    Gregg, John, 251 Van Brunt street.
    Gowan, John, 245 Adams street.
    Grange, George A., Galveston, Texas.
    Game, Robert, 179 Butler street.

    Hand, Stewart, Smith and State streets.
    Hickey, John, 103 Fulton street.
    Hamilton, Delia, Pine and Pearl sts., N. Y.
    Harrison, Charles, 349 Bridge street.
    Holdridge, George, 245 Adams street.
    Haskins, Lawrence, 81 Prince street.
    Hampson, Frederick, 461 Dean street.
    Hampson, Mrs. Emma, 461 Dean street.
    Hellwick, Dora, 191 Fulton street.
    Hellwick, Emma, 191 Fulton street.

    Jackson, George, 355 Hicks street.
    Jennings, John W., 47 Concord street.

    Keenan, John, Marcy avenue.
    Kraft, Geo., Boerum st., near Bushwick ave.

    Leek, Christopher, Marcy avenue.
    Leyden, James, 199 State street.
    Lidigate, Margaret, 1189 Atlantic avenue.
    Lunt, Charles, 452 Hart street.
    Lunt, Josephine, 452 Hart street.
    Leverich, Caleb, 105 Clermont avenue.

    McClair, 94 Hudson avenue.
    McLellan, Edward, New Pearl street, N. Y.
    McLellan, Mrs. Jane, New Pearl st., N. Y.
    McLellan, James, New Pearl street, N. Y.
    McLellan, Mary A., New Pearl st., N. Y.
    McGuigan, James, New Pearl street, N. Y.
    McCullough, John, 244 Pacific street.
    McCullough, Donald Ross, 244 Pacific st.
    McGinnis, ----, 11 Adams street.
    McGinnis, ----, 11 Adams street.
    McNeil, James, 160 Myrtle avenue.
    Martin, Timothy, 37 Lawrence street.
    Mulvadey, Mary, 11 Little Water street.
    Merton, G. S., Galveston, Texas.
    Montrose, Joseph F., Navy street.

    Nathan, Stephen, 66 Prince street.

    Pampool, Lena, 191 Fulton street.
    Pollard, William, Flushing and Grand aves.

    Reigler, Joseph, 296 Atlantic avenue.
    Rothwell, Adelaide, 1,191 Atlantic avenue.
    Rossel, ---- (Cuban), 62 Fulton street.

    Suntz, Henry, 289 Court street.
    Suntz, Charles, 289 Court street.
    Sorlemer, George, Pearl and Concord sts.
    Stephens, George, 214 Jay street.
    Stedall, A., 45 Flatbush avenue.
    Steele, Daniel, 33 Ninth street.

    Tracey, John, 277 Wyckoff street.
    Turpinghi, William, 14th st. and Fifth ave.

    Valdes, ---- (Cuban), 62 Fulton street.
    Vecht, Christian, Smith street.

    Wroe, Charles, 191 Prince street.
    Wroe, Charles, Jr., 191 Prince street.


LATEST REPORT OF MISSING PERSONS.

Since the above list was prepared, the following persons have been
reported to the police as yet missing:

    Byrnes, Bernard, 17, 233 Plymouth street.

    Francis, George, 30, New York.

    Game, Robert, 20, 179 Butler street.
    Gannon, John, 18, 81 Gold street, N. Y.
    Gibbs, Mary, 45, Sullivan street.

    Hayes, Samuel, 20, Fifth avenue.
    Hesdra, Mary A., 25, 153 Gold street.
    Hennessey, George, 29, 6 Duffield st.

    Jennison, H., 19, Fourth ave., cor. Wyckoff street.
    Jennison, A., 17, Fourth ave., cor. Wyckoff street.
    Jordan, Fred., 19, 500 Pacific street.

    Morgan, Frank, 20, 224 Atlantic avenue.

    Page, Sarah A., 48, 153 Gold street.
    Page, Addie S., 23, 153 Gold street.

    Russell, Arthur, 23, 334 Atlantic avenue.

    Smith, Mrs., 52, 141 Sands street.
    Simpson, Mrs., 24, 141 Sands street.

    West, Catharine, Hartford, Conn.
    White, William, 20, Smith street.
    Wayland, Maggie, ----.
    Warner, John, 27, 438 Atlantic avenue.



Transcriber's Note

The lists of individuals at the end of the text are grouped by initial
letter of the person's last name. However, they are not necessarily
arranged in alphabetical order. This is preserved as printed.

Minor punctuation errors have been repaired. Hyphenation and accent
usage has been made consistent.

The following errors have been repaired:

    Page 30--it amended to its--"... the Brooklyn Theatre and the
    burned dead beneath its ruins."

    Page 34--HITCHCOCK amended to MURDOCH--"HENRY S. MURDOCH,
    ..."

    Page 35--caste amended to cast--"... was engaged in the cast
    of the "Two Orphans" ..."

    Page 36--caste amended to cast--"... he has been in the cast
    of nearly every play since produced there."

    Page 49--Daily amended to Daly--""Daly, this is my daughter,
    Miss Nettie. ...""

    Page 51--arived amended to arrived--"He arrived safely in
    Brooklyn, ..."

    Page 51--concidence amended to coincidence--"It was a
    remarkable coincidence that Miss Nettie Morgan had accepted
    ..."

    Page 51--instantly amended to Instantly--"Instantly all
    interest in the play was lost."

    Page 61--Berry amended to Berri--"Berri, Caroline, Smith
    street."

Illustrations have been moved where necessary so that they did not
fall in the middle of a paragraph.





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