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by on either side ; but one morning Syed bin Majid said to me, " Now, this 

 is tbe first time we have been alone together ; I have no goods, but I have 

 ivory; let me, I pray you, sell some ivory, and give the goods to you." 

 This was encouraging; but I said, " Not yet, but by-and-by." I had still a 

 few barter goods left, which I had taken the precaution to deposit with 

 Mohamad bin Saleh before going to Manyuema, in case of returning in 

 extreme need. But when my spirits were at their lowest ebb the good Samari- 

 tan was close at hand, for one morning Susi came running at the top of his 

 speed and gasped out, " An Englishman ! I see him !" and off he darted to 

 meet him. The American flag at the head of a caravan told of the nation- 

 ality of the stranger. Bales of goods, baths of tin, huge kettles, cooking pots, 

 tents, etc., made me think, " This must be a luxurious traveller, and not one 

 at his wit's end like me." The visitor was no other than Henry M. Stanley, 

 the travelling correspondent of the New York Herald, sent by James Gordon 

 Bennett, jun., at an expense of more than £4,000, to obtain accurate inform- 

 ation about Dr. Livingstone if living, and if dead, bring home my bones. 

 The news he had to tell to one who had been two full years without any tid- 

 ings from Europe made my whole frame thrill. The terrible fate that had 

 befallen France, the telegraphic cables successfully laid on the Atlantic, the 

 election of General Grant, the death of good Lord Clarendon, my constant 

 friend, the proof that Her Majesty's Government had not forgotten me in 

 voting £1,000 for supplies, and many other points of interest, revived emo- 

 tions that had lain dormant in Manyuema. Appetite returned, and, instead 

 of the spare, tasteless two meals a day, I ate four times daily, and in a week 

 began to feel strong. I am not of a demonstrative turn — as cold, indeed, as 

 we islanders are usually reputed to be ; but this disinterested kindness of Mr. 

 Bennett, so nobly carried into effect by Mr. Stanley, was simply overwhelm- 

 ing. I really do feel grateful, and at the same time I am a little ashamed at 

 not being more worthy of the generosity. Mr. Stanley has done his part 

 with untiring energy ; good judgment in the teeth of very serious obstacles.' 



" After this there is a happy silence of many days in the journals, and we 

 all know that the rescue gave Livingstone means to renew his strength, 

 while we owe to it the larger portion of these valuable memorials. Yet one 

 little record more, inscribed just when Mr. Stanley has taken his departure, 

 for it possesses an almost prophetic character. It runs : — 



" { 15th March. — Birthday. My Jesus, my king, my life, my all ; I again 

 dedicate my whole self to Thee. Accept me, and grant, O gracious Father, 

 that ere this year is gone I may finish my task. In Jesus' name I ask it. 

 Amen, so let it be. — David Livingstone.' 



"With this solemn and affecting passage we close our present notice of 

 these volumes. Of David Livingstone it may, indeed, be truly said, ' being 

 dead, he speaketh,' and the real significance of this notable publication — which 



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