far was he from desiring to trade on his father’s name, that in enlisting he assumed another, nor did any one in the army know whose son it was that was fighting for the freedom of the slave.  Meeting the risks of battle with dauntless courage, he purposely abstained, even in the heat of a charge, from destroying life.  Not long after, Dr. Livingstone learned that in one of his battles he was wounded and taken prisoner; then came a letter from a hospital, in which he again expressed his intense desire to travel.  But his career had come to its close.  He died in his nineteenth year.  His body lies in the great national cemetery of Gettysburg, in Pennsylvania, in opening which Lincoln uttered one of those speeches that made his name dear to Livingstone.  Whatever degree of comfort or hope his father might derive from Robert’s last letters, he felt saddened by his unsatisfactory career.  Writing to his friend Moore (5th August) he says:  “I hope your eldest son will do well in the distant land to which he has gone.  My son is in the Federal army in America, and no comfort.  The secret ballast is often applied by a kind hand above, when to outsiders we appear to be sailing gloriously with the wind.”

“29_th July_.—­Called on Mr. Gladstone; he was very affable—­spoke about the Mission, and asked if I had told Lord Russell about it....  Visited Lady Franklin and Miss Cracroft, her niece....  Dined with Lord and Lady Palmerston, Lady Shaftesbury, and Lady Victoria Ashley, the Portuguese Minister, Count d’Azeglio (Sardinian Minister), Mr. Calcraft—­a very agreeable party.  Mr. Calcraft and I walked home after retiring.  He is cousin to Colonel Steele; the colonel has gone abroad with his daughter, who is delicate.”

     “Saturday, 31st July, 1864.—­Came down by the morning train
     to Harburn, and met my old friend Mr. Young, who took me to
     Limefield, and introduced me to a nice family.”

Dr. Livingstone’s relation to Mr. Young’s family was very close and cordial.  Hardly one of the many notes and letters he wrote to his friend fails to send greetings to “Ma-James,” as he liked to call Mrs. Young, after the African fashion.  It is not only the playful ease of his letters that shows how much he felt at home with Mr. Young,—­the same thing appears from the frequency with which he sought his counsel in matters of business, and the value which he set upon it.

     “Sunday, 1st August.—­Went-to the U.P. church, and heard
     excellent sermons.  Was colder this time than on my former
     visit to Scotland.

“2d August.—­Reached Hamilton.  Mother did not know me at first.  Anna Mary, a nice sprightly child, told me that she preferred Garibaldi buttons on her dress, as I walked down to Dr. Loudon to thank him for his kindness to my mother.

“3d August.—­Agnes, Oswell, and Thomas came.  I did not recognize Tom, he has grown so much.  Has been poorly a long