The Late Captain Morgan M. Wheeler.
To the Editor of the Palladium:
Sir -- Referring to the brief resolutions adopted by the Board of Trade, published in your issue of Tuesday, designed to express the sentiments of the Board in commemoration of the death of Captain Morgan M. Wheeler, a member of that body, the writer is impressed with the conviction that the brief space of thirty minutes afforded for the preparation of those resolutions in time for action by the Board was not sufficient in which to do justice either to the memory of the deceased or to the Board of Trade, in behalf of which they were given to the public. Will you therefore permit me through your columns to add a few words of comment.
The writer has been intimately connected in business relations with Captain Wheeler without interruption since his first appearance in the field of his choice - our lake commerce and I believe I express the sentiment of every business man in this community of any other to which his business transactions have called him, when I state that no man upon the entire chain of lakes more completely enjoyed the confidence and esteem of all with whom his business brought him in contact.
A man of keen perceptions, acute judgment, correct in his conclusions, prompted and firm in action, but always courteous and cheerful, scrupulously regarding the rights of others. The truth of this needs be no latter guarantee than his rapid advancement and general popularity in our commercial field. If any man amongst us possessed the sterling qualities of a Vanderbilt it was Capt. M.M. Wheeler. his energy and perseverance know no bounds.
His every enterprise was carried to a successful issue by his ripe judgment and untiring perseverance. In illustration of these traits of character, I may state that a few years since one of his vessels, the schooner "Jamaica" with a cargo of 18,000 bushels of wheat was sunk in Lake Huron in 60 or 70 feet of water. Any other man would probably have concluded that he had seen his vessel for the last time. But not so with Captain Wheeler.
It was his favorite vessel. He took his little satchel in his hand and started for Lake Huron, engaged an expedition which he himself accompanied and superintended, picked his vessel up from the bottom of Lake Huron and brought her to Detroit for repairs - a feat which could not under any other management be performed once out of fifty attempts.
At a more recent date one of his vessels went ashore in the fall of the year, and in his usual prompt manner he went immediately to the wreck and rescued her, and while engaged there received advices that another of his fleet went ashore; he at once went to her relief, and then immediately followed the report of the third one being ashore, which he rescued with equal dispatch - all being marked by his usual confidence and efficiency. The loss of no man could be more keenly felt by our lake-faring men than that of Capt. M.M. Wheeler. The sailor's heart sinks at the reflection that his genial face and cordial greeting will no more be seen and heard amongst us.