and delightsome variety.  The previous occasion to this feat being performed was three summers ago, when Lady Agnes Townshend, and six years since, when Colonel Townshend swam the same distance; but no other authentic instance is credited, or preserved on record.  The swimmer on this latest occasion is a Royal Academy exhibitor, and the designer of the subject panels in the reredos in the neighbouring Cathedral of Truro; having moreover aided the architect, now deceased, of the Cathedral of Cornwall in other departments of Architectural service.

From the CORNISHMAN, September 4th, 1902.

LONG DISTANCE SWIMS.

IN A CORNER OF MOUNT’S BAY.

(BY THE SWIMMER).

On Thursday, August 14th, Mr. J. Atwood Slater, then staying at Marazion, who, as recorded in a recent issue, swam completely round St. Michael’s Mount, made an attempt to swim from St. Michael’s Mount to Newlyn.  With his boatman (Ivey), he started from Marazion, entering the water at S.W. corner of the Mount.

Whilst engaged in the preliminaries of the start a moment of suspense was passed, the distance appearing sufficient (when out of water) to unnerve all but the most intrepid of swimmers.  Striking out in the direction of Newlyn, and using the breast stroke, the shore and beetling Mount were gradually left behind, but when a full distance of a mile and a half was covered, a swell got up from the S.W. and blew a quantity of water into the face of the swimmer.  At each impulse progress becoming extremely difficult; nevertheless a yet further interval of half a mile was placed to the swimmer’s credit; when, deeming it impracticable to continue further, and having covered relatively more than half the distance, in a mood of chagrin, he re-entered his boat.

Then seizing the oars, and murmuring an ejaculatory note to the ocean which had sent him not a few malign caresses, he pulled, boatman, craft and all to Marazion; the time exactly occupied in the exploit, of two miles and an eighth, being forty-five minutes.

On Saturday, August 23rd, Mr. Slater again, taking with him E. John, swam in deep water, from close to the pier head St. Michael’s Mount to a point contiguous to Longrock; a distance of a mile and an eighth.  Progress was without hap or hindrance, though in a grey misty light.  At length, whilst the disappearing sun sank to rest behind a belt of clouds, parted asunder over Penzance, the boatman was called upon to draw in his boat, the swimmer thereupon going on board.

Experience gained upon these occasions teaches that it emphatically requires greater nerve to swim in the open sea, always going straight in deep water, than is called for when propelling oneself round the Mount.

Again, on Tuesday, at ten minutes to two, the swimmer, to confirm his past exploits and as a climax to his stay in Mount’s Bay, swam from Venton cove to St. Michael’s Mount, rather in excess of a mile, in thirty-one minutes, Ivey, his boatman merely steering his boat alongside.