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shore in safety. The first object that met his
gaze was the body of his darling, extended
on the beach,


"My boy my boy p he cried, casting
himself beside it. ooh, God he is dead p
with heart-broken exclamation, and wiring
ing his hands, he looked up to heaven, his
whole face convulsed with the fearless agony
ola bereaved father.--lt was a touching spec
tacle. In the foreground lay the figure Of
the boy, cold and wet, his beautiful hair
washed back from his face, and his little arm
extended by his side, as if he had been sleep
ing. Over him knelt the afflicted mother,
her form half PROSTATE on his, and her face
buried in her hands. Her garments, and those
Of the father were flying wildly in the wind
The back ground Of the picture was filled
up by the white foam of the surf, and the
whirlmg masses of clouds over lead. In
the distance, scarcely visible through the
darkness of approaching night, was little
fishing village.


But may he not yet live 7" suddenly said
the mother, as if new hope had struck her.
"Oh if we had him at home, we might do
something for him.


The father started up from his momentary
stupor, and every feature of his face was
now instinct with energy. Catching the
senseless body in his arms, without word,
he strobe onwards to the village almost on
a run, the rest of his family following eagerly
behind, the mother in breathless silence, her
heart agitated with hope and fear alternately,
and the daughter clinging to her dress and
sobbing as if her heart would break.
The neighbors met them before they
reached their home, all eager to lend their
aid; for they knew that the pilot had been
abroad that day, and the rumor of his wreck
soon reached every hearth. The senseless
body was laid onthe bed; those who could
| be of service remained in the room; and the
rest anxiously awaited the result in the
apartment without. After sometime hope
lessly spent in the attempt to revive him,
and when the neighbors were beginning to
despair, the mother thought she saw some
faint signs Of life. Their exertions were
now redoubled, and at length he family
brealhed. ="
] saMy boy lives," said the mother,'' fer
vently, and though she breathcd no prayer
in words, her heart was poured out in thank
fulness to her Father in heaven as she look
ed on.


Before the night was very far spent, the
child thus rescued from thegiaws Of death,
was able to sit up and many and heartfelt
were the thanks for his recovery breathed to
heaven that night, by the mothers of the lit
tie fishing village, for each felt that it might
yet be to her own darling, as it had been
that day to the PILoT's Boy