ued rubbing his feet and hands. Papa and
Uncle Tom lifted him up, carried him below, and placed him in his berth,
having completely dried his head, and wrapped him in a warm blanket. On
this the steward brought some broth, which he had been warming up, and a
few teaspoonfuls were poured down Jack's throat.

Papa said he had adopted Doctor Sylvester's mode of proceeding, which is
that advocated by the Royal Humane Society. The advantages of it are
that inspiration may be made to precede expiration. The expansion of
the throat is artificially ensured. The patient is not likely to be
injured by the manipulation, and the contents of the stomach cannot pass
into the wind-pipe, while the tongue is prevented from obstructing
inspiration. Both sides of the chest are thus equally inflated, and a
larger amount of air is inspired than by other methods. Of course,
where medical men with apparatus are at hand, other plans may be
adopted; but papa said he had seen several persons treated as Jack had
been, apparently much farther gone, but who yet had completely
recovered.

We watched over our cousin for some time, when as both Uncle Tom and
papa thought he was quite out of danger, we returned on board the
cutter. How he had fallen into the sea no one could positively say, but
we knew we should hear all about it on the following day.

The wind had greatly fallen, and the yacht had all this time remained
hove-to. As soon as we had got on board, the boat was hoisted up. Papa
shouted, "Let go the fore-sheet;" and the cutter moving through the
water, the yacht quickly passed the Dolphin. She, however, immediately
followed our example, and together we sailed on towards the brilliant
light of the Eddystone. We watched it for some time, and at length
turned in; but before getting into our berths we heartily thanked God
that by His great mercy our poor cousin had been delivered from a
terrible death. When we went on deck again, at early dawn, the Dolphin
was astern of us. We hove-to, and allowing her to come up with us,
enquired after Jack.

"He's going on well, and is fast asleep," was the answer. We were by
this time near enough to the Eddystone lighthouse to distinguish its
form and colour. At high-water, the rock on which it stands is covered
to the depth of fourteen feet, so that it then literally rises out of
the sea. Its predecessor was erected by Smeaton in 1759, about fourteen
miles south of Plymouth Breakwater;