DR. LIVINGSTONE.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume II, Issue 161, 18 April 1874, Page 2

DR. LIVINGSTONE.

At a meeting of the Royal Geographical Society, held on January 26, Dr. Kirk stated that all doubts were set at rest by letters received by Lieutenant Cameron, dated Unyanyembe, October 2°, wherein it was stated that the lamented explorer died of dysentry after a fortnight’s illness. Shortly after leaving Lake Bembe for eastward he had attempted to cross the lake from the north, and, failing in this, had doubled back and rounded the lake, crossing the Chambize and the other rivers flowing from it; had then crossed the Luupula, and died in Lobisa, after having crossed a marshy country, with the water for three hours at a time above the waist. Ten of his men hud died, and the remainder, consisting of 79 men, were march ing to Unyanyembe. They hud disembowelled the body and had filled it with salt, and had put brandy into the mouth to preserve it. His servant, Chumas, went on ahead to procure provisions, as the party was destitute, ami gave intelligence to Lieutenant Cameron, who expected the body in a few days. Lieutenant Cameron and his party had suffered greatly from fever and ophthalmia, but hoped to push on to Ujiji. DAVID LIVINGSTONE. BORN, 1816; DIED, 1873. Sleep well! You have accomplished all Ambition hoped, or science dreamed, And with life’s promises redeemed, You fall, So best: —you like a soldier fell, Who rat her on the tented field Than in soft peace his life would yield : — Sleep well I We can but envy your repose, Whose feebler strength, ’mid smaller tasks Already faints, and falls, and asks . A close. Sleep well I In aftertimes your name Shall wiser ages proud.y greet With loving giatitude, more sweet Thun fame. The statesman’s crown, the warrior’s wreath Less praise shall than the olives reap, Stainless, and bloodless, that you sleep Beneath. For war and statecraft both must cease When every land with hearty grip Clasps hands in love, and fellowship, And peace. But your unceasing toil to give New peoples to the light of day, When all these things have passed away, Will live! Let shouts go up and banners wave, For generals and chiefs of State— A nation’s tears shall consecrate Your grave. O’er desert wilds and angry foam They bear your ashes to their rest; And England makes her loving breast Their home. Sleep well ! Y’ou nobly did your part To benefit the human race, Be ever green your resting place, Brave heart! —European Mall.