CHAP. XV. 
THE DEATH OF THE MARTYRS. 
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heavens at the time, close to the place of burning. Then 
they sang in the hymn 158: — 
‘ There is a blessed land 
Making most happy. 
Never shall the rest depart, 
Nor cause of trouble come.’ 
“ That was the hymn they sang after they were in the fire. 
Then they prayed, saying, f 0 Lord, receive our spirits; for 
Thy love to us has caused this to come to us. And lay not 
this sin to their charge.’ 
“ Thus they prayed, as long as they had any life. Then 
they died; but softly—gently. Indeed, gently was the going 
forth of their life. And astonished were all the people around 
that beheld the burning of them there.” 
For the same reason, viz. to enable my readers to form 
their own estimate of his character, I have recited, also in 
detail, fragments of conversation with the young prince of 
Madagascar, who is, if not at the present time, yet certainly 
in relation to the future, the most important individual, 
amongst his own people. I have already described his person, 
and in reference to his character and habits, the late M. de 
Lastelle, speaking to me of him in 1853, observed, “He is 
not like a Malagasy at all, but much more like an English 
gentleman.” 
Without pretending to determine how far this comparison 
was just, I soon became convinced, from much that I saw and 
more that I heard, that the prince was a remarkable young 
man, in whose future career it was impossible not to feel 
deeply interested. His youthful appearance, unembarrassed 
address, and gentle and easy manners, impressed me favour¬ 
ably during our earliest intercourse. His prepossessions in 
favour of the English I did not expect, as he could have been 
but a child when, twenty years before, the last English resi- 
