GEN. MOORE'S FALL OVER A PRECIPICE. 47 



back through the air, almost every event of his life, large 

 as well as small, at about the rate of the electric tele- 

 graph, which transmits its ideas one hundred and eighty 

 thousand miles in a second, flashed across his mind as 

 distinctly and as vividly as if they were recurring. 



By a sort of clairvoyance, of which in medical annals 

 there exist recorded several similar instances, he saw all 

 that in his lifetime he had done or left undone, and was 

 thinking, seriatim, of almost every friend and relative, 

 when, in an instant, all these bright fiery thoughts on 

 the past, present, or future tenses of his existence became 

 extinguished by a concussion which, depriving him of his 

 senses, left him with his legs in the sea and his body on 

 the rocks, apparently dead. 



While lying, corpse-like, in this lonely state, whose 

 beneficent hand was it that all of a sudden dashed upon 

 his face the cool, fresh soft water that recovered him? 

 Whose voice was it that, almost at the same moment, 

 explained to him, not only the accident which had 

 befallen him, but the time that had elapsed since it 

 occurred ? 



The hand that restored to him his senses was that 

 which had already graciously placed his head in safety 

 upon the rock above the ocean that would have drowned 

 him, but in which his feet had been harmlessly floating. 

 It was the hand that had just created the tropical shower 



