uograplpcal. 
DK. DAVID LIVINGSTON. 
David Livingston, African traveler and 
missionary, is a native of Scotland, and was 
born at Blantyre, in Lanarkshire, in the year 
181?. At the age of ten he became a 
“piecer ” in a col ton factory, and for many 
years was engaged in hard work as an opera¬ 
tive. An evening school furnished him with 
the opportunity of acquiring some knowl¬ 
edge of Latin and Greek, and, finally, after 
attending a course of medicine at Glasgow 
University, and the theological lectures of 
the late Dr. Waedlaw, professor of theol¬ 
ogy to the Scotch Independents, he offered 
himself to the London Missionary Society, 
hy whom he was ordained as a medical mis¬ 
sionary in 1840. In the summer of that year 
he landed at Port Natal in South Africa. ; 
Circumstances made him acquainted with * 
the Rev. ROBERT Moffat, himself a dis¬ 
tinguished missionary, whose daughter he 
subsequently married. For sixteen years 
Livingston proved himself a faithful aud 
zealous servant of the London Missionary 
Society. The two most important results 
achieved by him in this period were the dis¬ 
covery of Lake Ngami, (August 1, 1849), and 
his crossing the continent of South Africa, 
from the Zambesi (or Leeambye) to the Con¬ 
go, and thence to Loando, the capital of An¬ 
gola, which took him about eighteen months 
(from January, 1853, to June, 1854). In Sep¬ 
tember of the same year he left Loando on 
his return across the continent, reached Lin- 
zanli, (in lat. 18° 17' S-, and long. 34° 50' E), 
the capital of the great Makololo tribe, and 
from thence proceeded along t he banks of the 
Leeambye to Quilituane on the Indian 
Ocean, which lie reached May 20, 1856. He 
then took ship for England, where he ar¬ 
rived December 13th of the same year. The 
reception accorded him by his countrymen 
was most.enthusiastic. Probably no traveler 
was ever more affectionately honored. This 
was owing not merely to the importance 
of his discoveries—though it would he diffi¬ 
cult to overestimate such — but to the 
thoroughly frank, ingenuous, simple and 
manly character of the traveler. In 1857 
Livingston published his Missionary Trav¬ 
els and Researches in South Africa, a work 
of great interest and value. “In all his vari¬ 
ous journeys,” said Sir Roderick Merchi- 
eoN, at a meeting of the Royal Geographical 
Society, held shortly after L.’s return, “ he 
had traveled over no less than 11,000 miles 
of African territory. * * * By his astro¬ 
nomical observations he had determined the 
sites of numerous places, hills, rivers and 
lakes, nearly all of which had been hitherto 
unknown, while he had seized upon every 
opportunity of describing the physical fea¬ 
tures, climatology, and geological structure 
of the countries which he had explored, and 
had pointed out many new sources of com¬ 
merce as yet unknown to the scope and the 
enterprise of the British merchant.” In 1858 
the British Government appointed him con¬ 
sul at Qnihmane, whither he returned in the 
course of the year. A portable steamboat had 
been constructed for his use in this country, 
and Livingston, with several scientific 
associates and a crew of natives, started a 
few years ngo up the Zambesi, with the view 
of making discovered iu the unexplored ter¬ 
ritories south of the equator. 
Since Dr. Livingston’s return to Africa, 
his movements have been watched with 
great interest. Early last year (1870) the 
public was startled with news of his violent 
death—that he had been assassinated by the 
natives. This, however, was discredited by 
the better informed, and the result has 
proved that he was not, killed. The 30th of 
May, 1869, Dr. Livingston was at Ujiji, and 
was on his way north of Lake Tanganyika, 
with the purpose of connecting, as he said, 
“ the sources I have discovered with the Nile 
of Speke aud Baker.” But later news, 
published within a few days, indicate that 
there is no doubt at all as to his safety. 
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BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES. 
How a Klan Matte a Palmer. 
The great artist, Benjamin West, said: 
“A kiss from my mother made me a paint¬ 
er.” We will give the anecdote referred to: 
” A little boy named Benjamin West, living 
in Pennsylvania, was set to watch a hady 
asleep in a cradle. He looked at it kindly, 
and felt pleased to see it smile in its sleep. 
He wished that he could draw a picture of 
tlie baby; and seeing a piece of paper on 
tin table, with pen and ink, he tried what 
he could do. When his mother came in ho 
begged her not to be angry with him for 
touching the pen, ink and paper; and then 
ie showed her the picture he bad made. 
His mother saw baby’s likeness, and was so 
much pleased that she kissed her little hoy. 
hen lie said if she liked it lie would make a 
picture of some flowers she held in her 
band; and so lie went on from that time, 
Lying to do better and better until he be¬ 
came one of the best painters in the world.” 
In after life he said it was this kiss from his 
mother that made him an artist. 
Don Platt on Mark Twain. 
Recently Donu Piatt met Mark Twain 
in Washington. In the course of an article 
upon Twain, Piatt makes the following allu¬ 
sion to the circumstances under which the 
Paris war map was engraved:—“ It. is quite 
impossible for him to produce iu his conver¬ 
sation a serious effect. The exceedingly 
droll quainluess of his countenance, added to 
the drawl of his voice, makes one laugh when 
the speaker is really trying to be serious. 
For example, I had said to him that a con¬ 
tract to he funny at regular intervals struck 
me as rather heavy, and he replied hy saying 
second, fully inherited his father’s oddity. 
The old gentleman removed from Lauesboro 
to New York (where he became a Demo¬ 
cratic Alderman), because of the too near lo¬ 
cution of an iron furnace to his grounds. 
‘Josh’ is now about fifty years of age, tall, 
round shouldered, aud with an indescribable 
comic expression ou his face, which he al¬ 
ways had. He is now supposed to be worth 
$200,000. Of the other children, the sons 
are all dead. The mischievous genius of 
the oldest,Robert, will he long remembered 
by old inhabitants of Lanesboro. He was 
credited with taking down the church bells, 
putting geese into the pulpit Saturday night, 
burying kegs of powder and exploding 
them, to cause an earthquake, aud number- 
hr fiterarji Mltrtlb. 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
SointtMHur to Ito. A novel. (Boston: James 
It. Osgood & Co.; price 75c.) This is a talc of un¬ 
real life, not a healthy book. We do not 60 much 
object to fanners’ boys discussing with little 
girls the spsthettc relations of ballet dancing, nor 
to the crude metaphysics with which the same 
girls unbend from their more absorbing occupa¬ 
tions. We will not complain that some of the 
characters act as. tlmok GOD, people don’t, net 
now-n-days—for someaf these things are in mul¬ 
titudes of novels, tint the book bus seemed tons, 
nftor reading it once, as a del ibe rate sneer at sev¬ 
eral good and even holy tilings. It does not say, in 
SWEET MAY. 
BV ALIQUA. 
that was so; while he might be sufficiently 
entertaining to raise a laugh when left to 
himself, it became dreary stuff when brought 
out in that manner on contract. ‘Only 
think,’ he said, *1 knew that confounded 
thing had to be done, and with a dear friend 
lying dead before me, and my wife half dis¬ 
tracted over the loss, I had to get off my ar¬ 
ticles so us not to disappoint my publishers; 
and when I sat down with a board and pen¬ 
knife to engrave that map of Paris, I did so 
with a heavy heart, and in a house of lamen¬ 
tation.’ Now this was rather a sad picture, 
and he meant to impress me with the sorrow 
he had felt, but yet, it required the greatest 
struggle on my part to refrain from laughing 
as I heard it. I felt ashamed of myself after¬ 
ward, for God knows there is no wit or hu¬ 
mor in that unhappy story, nor did Mr. Clem¬ 
ens mean there should be; and yet, like 
Vlmnme qui rit, the effect is always there.” 
“Josh BilllnuH*’ and tils Family. 
An exchange says“ Lanesboro, Berk¬ 
shire County, Massachusetts boasts of Henry 
ShaWj aliai ‘Josh Billings,' as one of her 
sons. His father was ‘ Squire ’ Shaw, well 
remembered by iphabiiants of that town, 
and looked up to as one of their first men. 
The ’Squire was not a native of the town, 
but removed there when a young man, and 
there married. He owned four or five 
farms, of several hundred acres, and was con¬ 
sidered wort h about $400,000 at the time of 
his death. He was odd to the last degree, 
and when he was married, drove with his in¬ 
tended bride, Miss Laura Wheeler, of the 
' same Lown, to New Lebanon, N. Y., where 
they were united by a Justice of the Peace 
for $1. The ’Squire bad ten children (four 
sons and six children), of whom ‘Josh,’ the 
3DR. LivAiisra-STOisr. 
less other pranks of like nature. Five 
daughters still survive, one of whom was 
married to the late Charles M. Emerson of 
Pittsfield. 
Tlie Titles of William, tlie First. 
Emperor of Germany. 
King of Prussia. 
Sovereign and Supreme Duke of Silesia l 
and of the County of Glatz. 
Grand Duke of the Lower Rhine and Po- | 
sen. 
Duke of Saxony, of Engern, and of West- , 
phalia, at Gueldre, Madgcburg, Cleves, Ja¬ 
ilers, Berg, Stettin, Pomerania, of the C‘il- 
tubes and Wonder, of Mecklenburg and 
Grosseu. 
Bulgravc of Nuremberg. 
Prince of Hagen, Paberbom, Halbcrstadt, 
Munster, Mindcn, Cain min, Wenden, Schwe¬ 
rin, Ralzburg, Moers, Eichsfeldt, and Erfurt, 
Landgrave of Thuringia. 
Lord of the Counties of Rostock, of Star- 
’ gardt, Lamienburg, Butow, Hargerlocb, and 
r Werstein. 
1 Margrave of Upper and Lower Lnsace. 
, Prince of Orange, of Neufchatel, and of 
Valengiu. 
, Count of Holienzollern. 
1 Count Prince of Henneburg. 
Count of Knppin and of the Marche of Ra- 
vensburg, Ilohenstein, Fecklenburg, Schwe¬ 
rin, Lingen, Sigmaringen, Wehringen and 
> Pynnont. 
i The Archduchess Sophia, mother of Fran- 
3 j cis Joseph of Austria, is declared to be a 
* I monomaniac on tlie subject of dress. She 
r spends most of her time in her private 
.* | apartments, trying on gowns. 
so many words, that religion is an absurdity and 
marriage bonds should depend for their firmness 
upon individual feelings; yet it does suggest 
these, delicately. It does not boldly praise sin, 
but it renders sin attractive; it is never coarse, 
but vve have seen coarse works we should deem 
safer for our children to read. 
/in nrf- 1to ok or mbit /Jii»cTii/)/n/, (New 
York: Carlton & Lana linn) by itev. Geo. H. 
WhixNEV, A. M., contains (so asserted) the name, 
pronunciation and meaning of every plane, na¬ 
tion and tribe mentioned in both the canonical 
and apocryphal scriptures, with di seriirtivo and 
historical notes. It is profusely Illustrated with 
engravings, maps and plans, and is a most Inter¬ 
esting and useful volume, and especially valu¬ 
able to students of snored history. We can most 
cordially and emphatically commend it to such. 
Hoic to llraic, hy CHARLES A. Barry, (Bos¬ 
ton : James it. Osgood & Co..) is (tie title of a 
little volume embracing six letters to a little 
girl, on the elementary principles of drawing. 
These letters were written more fnr the purpose 
of inspiring a wish for the best, instruction in 
drawing than that of governing in thonequtriog 
of it true knowledge of the art; but in the hands 
Of educators the hook will be found serviceable. 
It is a good book to place m the hands of the 
“ Youug Folks.” 
•£ J\'tW Ttktaoienl *Mtni tia/ f by STEPHEN 
Hawes (Boston: Lee & Shepard), is upon our 
table, embracing a historical tabular view of t he 
Gospels: tables of the parables, discourses and 
miracles of Christ; predictions In the Old Tes¬ 
tament with their fulfillment in tlie New; classi¬ 
fication of the books of the New Testament, with 
observations on each; biographical sketches, de¬ 
scriptions of places, an Important chronological 
table, maps, etc. It is well adapted to the use of 
a Biblical student, 
“ Till Hi* ttortor ConitM, and How to Help 
Him,” Is the title of a little volume issued by G. 
P. Putnam & Sons, New York (price 30c.); itsiui- 
tlior is Dr. George Hope. 11. contains practical 
suggestions and ndt ice useful to every family. 
««//<»»#*, by John Hay, (Boston: James R. 
Osgood & Co.,) include the “Pike Co. Ballads 
and other peaces.” They are worth buying and 
reading—some of them. 
O. the sweet May morning! above, around, 
Bring the songs of Jubilant birds, 
Amt the wtnd among the leaves lias it sound 
As If whispering gentle words. 
My old heart that tires of the years’ long way, 
Seems thrilling with newness of life. 
And I long to be young and strong to-day 
To Join tlie world’s struggle and strife. 
Will you sit awhile on this rustic sent? 
The vines clamber ovor the wall. 
And tlie apple blossoms are bright and sweet; 
Ah! did something glisten and fall / 
Thanks ! ’Us a treasure, this plain little case 
That I guard and wear near my heart. 
For here you see pictured my MAY'S sweet face, 
And Ai.'rt when you slip these apart. 
My children, At.I.YN and MARY. These may 
Look as they dirt in years long tied : 
But they are living, care-worn, growing gray— 
And these two in their youth are dead. 
We have sat. Just here witli our books, we three, 
When summer was fair as to-day; 
When lie read of heaven lie glanced at mo, 
When of beauty and love at May. 
I hear thetr low words In my dreamy thought. 
And I fancy 1 see her there 
In the crown of apple-blooms he had wrought— 
I feel her soft touch on my hair. 
The river was swollen and dark one night. 
Each wave, seemed an opening grave. 
The foot-bridge was frail, and in sudden fright 
She fell—and lie followed to save. 
Ah, me ! there was no one to see or hear, 
No strong arm in succor to reach ; 
They were found, clasped close, her gold-tinted 
hair 
Drifting over the face of each. 
Sweet May ! 1 fancy her spirit in sky, 
In blooms and In air—hut I drearu : 
I know that ere long asleep I shall lie 
Up there where the cold marbles gleam. 
And I know i shall wake to find them mine 
In some region of changeless bliss ; 
While over our graves tlie warm sun will shine 
In the sweet May mornings like this. 
Btorks for ILmiltsts. 
0AKLY FAKM; 
OR, PROGRESS VS. PLODDING. 
BY FAITH HUDSON. 
Titf, old stage rumbled into tlie village of 
Lincoln about sundown, threw off its mail 
bag at. tlie comer store, dropped its few pas¬ 
sengers, all but oue,—then jogged on out the 
south road for a quarter of a mile, and 
stopped at Oakly Farm. Out sprang a 
young girl, who rushed through the yard 
and into the arms of a most bewildered 
looking lady who rvns opening the door to 
reconnoiter, having heard the stage stop. 
“There, mother, dear! you see my ab¬ 
sence has given me a zest for bugging,’’ said 
the new comer. “ I haven’t seen anything 
so good as your blessed face since I left 
home six months ago.” 
“Why, Rope! —why, Rose!” said her 
mother, breathless from lings and astonish¬ 
ment. Then the, trunk was disposed of and 
the eager questions for home news asked, 
and Robe was told that.” Father” was down 
in the ten-acre lot, and Dick — here her 
mother sighed, she noticed—bad gone to the 
cross-roads of an errand. Then tlie baby, 
Lome, after being kissed and loved, got. fast 
bold of Rose’s dress, whose bands were full, 
and so they all went, up stairs eager and ex¬ 
cited,—so that Rose did not. notice a little 
anxious expression that had grown into her 
mother’s face since she saw her, until in the 
midstof brushing out her long chestnut hair, 
she laid down her brush, and putting a hand 
on each of her mother’s shoulders, said— 
“ What is it, mother ? The trouble, 1 
mean—is it Dick 
“ Yes, Dick 1” And then came tlie father’s 
voice calling “Mother!” So they went 
down. Mr. Oaki.y was glad to see his 
daughter, and showed it, in his way; hut 
then “ his way” was a very reserved one. 
Soon Dick came in, and his face flushed 
with pleasure as he greeted his sister, but 
none of the old-time smiles brightened it; 
and Rose felt the chilliness of the moral 
atmosphere grow upon her as they sat at ten. 
In tlie evening she brought out ft few pres¬ 
ents; among them ft pile of agricultural 
papers for Dick, that “ Uncle John sent,” 
’she said. Her brother began idly turning 
Die leaves, then grew absorbed, until at last 
he exclaimed, “ Why, sister, this is some¬ 
thing like,” and was lost in interest again. 
Mrs. Oakly threw Rose a grateful glance, 
which was explained when she went to 
Rose’s room for a talk, at bed-time. 
“ You see,” she said, “ it is the first time 
that Dick has seemed to care for anything 
for the last two weeks; he lias just been get¬ 
ting blue and bluer, ever since you left. He 
don’t go anywhere, says that he hates farm- 
