DR. CORTLAND MYERS, of Brooklyn, relates the following story, as told by a ship's surgeon:
A WRECK ON SHORE IS A BEACON AT SEA
"On our last trip a boy fell overboard from the deck. I didn't know who he was, and the crew hastened out to save him. They brought him on board the ship, took off his outer garments, turned him over a few times, and worked his hands and his feet. When they had done all that they knew how to do, I came up to be of assistance, and they said he was dead and beyond help. I turned away, as I said to them, 'I think you have done all you could,' but just then a sudden impulse told me I ought to go over and see what I could do. I went over and looked down into the boy's face, and discovered that it was my own boy. Well, you may believe I didn't think the last thing had been done. I pulled off my coat and bent over that boy; I blew into his nostrils and breathed into his mouth; I turned him over and over, and simply begged God to bring him back to life; and for four long hours I worked, until just at sunset, I began to see the least flutter of breath that told me he lived. O, I will never see another boy drown without taking off my coat in the first instance and going to him and trying to save him as if I knew he were my own boy."
