wonderful degree that union of opposite qualities which were required for such a work as opening out heathen Africa to Christianity and civilization.  No man had a keener sympathy with even the most barbarous and unenlightened; none had a more ardent desire to benefit and improve the most abject.  In his aims, no man attempted, on a grander or more thorough scale, to benefit and improve those of his race who most needed improvement and light.  In the execution of what he undertook, I never met his equal for energy and sagacity, and I feel sure that future ages will place him among the very first of those missionaries, who, following the apostles, have continued to carry the light of the gospel to the darkest regions of the world, throughout the last 1800 years.  As regards the value of the work he accomplished, it might be premature to speak,—­not that I think it possible I can over-estimate it, but because I feel sure that every year will add fresh evidence to show how well-considered were the plans he took in hand, and how vast have been the results of the movements he set in motion.”

The generous and hearty appreciation of Livingstone by the medical profession was well expressed in the words of the Lancet:  “Few men have disappeared from our ranks more universally deplored, as few have served in them with a higher purpose, or shed upon them the lustre of a purer devotion.”

Lord Polwarth, in acknowledging a letter from Dr. Livingstone’s daughter, thanking him for some words on her father, wrote thus:  “I have long cherished the memory of his example, and feel that the truest beauty was his essentially Christian spirit.  Many admire in him the great explorer and the noble-hearted philanthropist; but I like to think of him, not only thus, but as a man who was a servant of God, loved his Word intensely, and while he spoke to men of God, spoke more to God of men,

“His memory will never perish, though the first freshness, and the impulse it gives just now, may fade; but his prayers will be had in everlasting remembrance, and unspeakable blessings will yet flow to that vast continent he opened up at the expense of his life.  God called and qualified him for a noble work, which, by grace, he nobly fulfilled, and we can love the honored servant, and adore the gracious Master.”

Lastly, we give the beautiful wreath of Florence Nightingale, also in the form of a letter to Dr. Livingstone’s daughter: 

     “LONDON, Feb. 18_th_,1874.

     “DEAR MISS LIVINGSTONE,—­I am only one of all England which
     is feeling with you and for you at this moment.

     “But Sir Bartle Frere encourages me to write to you.

     “We cannot help still yearning to hear of some hope that your
     great father may be still alive.

     “God knows; and in knowing that He knows who is all wisdom,
     goodness, and power, we must find our rest.