Transcribed from the 27 May 1823 edition of The Strabane Morning Post newspaper, by permission of The British Library: Most Melancholy Shipwreck off the Isle of Man. Upwards of Forty Lives Lost. The brig Robert, of Whitehaven, 186 tons burthen, Captain Nathaniel Netham, sailed from Dublin for Liverpool, early on Friday morning, having on board between 50 and 60 passengers (including about 20 women and children); 13 horses, 39 bullocks, and 60 pigs, &c. Towards evening the sea became extremely boisterous: as the vessel inclined to either side, there the pigs rushed in a body; and the bullocks having broken loose became unmanageable. In this predicament considerable fears were entertained by the passengers for their safety, and they entreated the Captain either to return to Dublin or to put into the nearest port. It was impossible to comply with the former request, but the Captain said he would run into Whitehaven. At this time (about half past eight) the vessel was under a heavy press of sail; and being on the Manx coast; our informant (Mr. Joseph Nixon, of Newgrove, near Monaghan) says the Captain was not aware of being near the land, for in reply to a question of Mr. Nixon, he said there was not the least danger, as the vessel was between twenty and thirty miles from any coast. A few minutes afterward, the Captain and Mr. Nixon being in the cabin (the latter having laid down in the Captain's bed), the vessel struck on the rocks at Langles Point with a dreadful crash. The Captain and Mr. Nixon immediately rushed on deck, where a scene of the most horrifying description presented itself. The terrific shrieks of the women and children, and the distraction of the men, may be imagined, but cannot be described. At this awful and perilous moment,--the sea running mountains high, and the waves dashing over the vessel--shrouded in midnight darkness, and on an unknown coast,--there was not a moment for deliberation. They who could swim immediately jumped into the sea and gained the rocks, while a few others also succeeded by passing over the bowsprit and descending on a jutting point of the rock. Several who had gained the rocks were unfortunately washed off by the overwhelming waves, and it was only be the utmost human exertions that a portion of them escaped destruction. Those who succeeded in retaining their hold, clambered from rock to rock, during the short interval that succeeded each wave, until they attained land. Of the entire number, not more than 19 persons (including the Captain and crew) were saved--the remainder found a watery grave. One woman was among the number saved, but she was much injured and not expected to survive. The Captain had a narrow escape, and was much bruised. From the darkness of the night, these unfortunate people had considerable difficulty in finding a habitation. On the following morning they went to Castletown, about a mile and a half distant, where they received every attention and kindness. A collection was raised for their relief, and a vessel prepared to convey them to their destination. Mr. Nixon came over to Ardglas [sic] in a fishing smack, accompanied by another man, from Carrickmacross, named Thos. Callan. When he came from the scene of shipwreck (which was on Monday morning) not one of the bodies of the sufferers had been found. He states that the passengers were entirely of the poorer class.--One poor man lost his wife and seven children. The horses, bullocks, &c. were all lost, with the exception of one bullock and three pigs. The scene of this distressing shipwreck is about a quarter of a mile distant from the place where the Racehorse sloop of war was lately wrecked. No blame can be attached to the Captain, who was part owner of the vessel.--Newry Telegraph. =========================