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MR PAPWORTH. 



Africa. The annual meeting of the British As- 

 sociation for the Advancement of Science had 

 just taken place at Bath, and poor Captain 

 Speke's sudden death was still fresh in our me- 

 mories. We had been invited by the artist to 

 look at Captain Speke's bust, upon which he was 

 then employed. Mr Papworth said to Captain 

 Burton, I only took the cast after death, and 

 never knew him alive ; but you who lived with 

 him so long can surely give me some hints." 

 Captain Burton, who had learnt something of 

 sculpturing when a boy in Italy, took the sculp- 

 tor's pencil from Mr PapAVorth's hand, and with 

 a few touches here and there made a perfect like- 

 ness and expression. As I stood by, I was very 

 much impressed by this singular coincidence.' 



A MOULDED mask at my feet I found, 



With the drawn-down mouth and the deepen' d eye, 

 More lifeless still than the marbles 'round — 



Very death amid dead life's mimicry ; 

 I raised it. and Thought fled afar from me 

 To the Afric land by the Zingian Sea. 



'Twas a face, a shell, that had nought of brain, 

 And th' imbedding chalk showed a yellow thread 



AVhich struck my glance with a sudden pain, 

 For this seemed 'live when the rest was dead ; 



And poor bygone raillery came to mind 



Of the tragic masque and no head behind. 



