Fastnet Light

The first glimpse of Qreat Britain that the Anaerican tourist gets on his European tonr is that of the Fastnet lighthonse. It stands on a rugged and solitary rock, situated nine miles south of Crookhaven, at the extreme sonthwest corner of Ireland, and is, perhaps, more storm beaten than any other around our coast. The rock is 80 feet in height, and the lighthouse towers another 70 feet above, yet, in winter gales, the Atlantio billows literally bonibard the massive strnetnre and have even smashed in a portion of tho lautern at the summit of the erection, the seas frequently sweeping over the rock with tremeudous force. Some two or three years ago the stormy weather then prevailing prevented all communication with the rock for many weeks, so that the store of food was consuraed, with the exception of some flour. At last a schooner managed to approach sufficiently near to enable a small quautity of food to be dragged tbrongh the sea by the hungry men, and, fortunately, the next day the sea moderated, and the stores were once more fully repleuished. Except in very calm weather the Fastnet is surrounded by a fringe of foam, and the only means of landing is by the aid of a "jib" 58 feet in lengtb, so placed on the rook that, in moderate weather, its end reaches outside the surf. When a visitor wishes to, laud (an umisual occurrence), he is rowed in a small boat as near as the waípes permit, and the lightkeepers throw ont a small buoy, attached to a rope, which is secnred by the man iu the boat. The jib s then swung out, and the visitor, placng one foot in the loop and catching ;ight hold of the rope, is hoisted about 40 feet vertically, and then the jib, being pivoted at its foot, swings him horizontally about 100 feet on toa safe