One moment lie was at my side, to catch my hand, as his bright eyes looked into mine, saying plainly, for I read them— ‘ Good-bye!’ The next moment he was running from us twenty yards down the rushing stream, where, with a dash and a plunge, he forced his way in, and swam boldly out to try and' meet the drowning boy. I pray Heaven 1 may nevei again see such a sight as that, though my heart throbbed with joy the while, as I saw my hero struggle on. now swept away, and whirled round in an eddy, now borne under in a whirlpool, while the pony battled bravely on in midstream, but without Philip, -who was now swiming alone, but sinking -sink ing as I watched him, unable to remove my eyes from the horrible sight. It was like a hideous nightmare. I re member Fleming coming to me, to draw me away, and I believe I struck at him with my hands to keep him back. I remember seeing uncle running along, far out in the water, that threatened to sweep him too away ; and 1 remember seeing our darling sink while Oliver was swimming far below. Then all seemed to be misty, dreamy, and con fused, till I woke like one from a trance to hoar the shouting of those by my side, for I could not have been insensible a minute. ‘Yes!’ —‘No!’—‘He’ll never do it! ‘ He’s got him !’— ‘ No, no, it’s all over ! Oh !’

There was one deep’groan in chorus then, and I dashed lower down the stream, to see low down in the rushing water a dark head and a pair of starting eyes, not twenty yards away from the edge. Then I saw the strong swimmer was spent, was being swept away, and that all was over, when the stream bore him against a standing tree, to which he clung, till a brave fellow swam to him with a rope, and I saw what seemed to bo three Dodies dragged ashore. 