At six o'clock he had greatly altered, and the hand of death seemed really upon him.

At eight a physician, who had been sent for, arrived from Sidon, but Mr.Fisk was insensible.

Though the physician expressed little hope of saving him, he ordered appliances which arrested the paroxysm of fever, and restored him temporarily to consciousness.

He was quiet during Saturday, the 22d, and there were no alarming appearances at sunset.

But before midnight all hope had fled.