Every day, as we had not been in town before, we visited places of renown in the great city, and had many a chat about our prospects.
"On Sunday, in the morning, we heard Dr.Leifchild, who was then in his prime, and in the evening Mr.Sherman, who preached with all his accustomed persuasiveness and mellifluousness.

In the afternoon we worshiped at St.Paul's, and heard Prebendary Dale.
"On Monday we passed our first examination.

On Tuesday we went to Westminster Abbey.

Who that had seen those two young men passing from monument to monument could have divined that one of them would one day be buried with a nation's--rather with the civilized world's--lament, in that sacred shrine?
The wildest fancy could not have pictured that such an honor awaited David Livingstone.

I grew daily more attached to him.
If I were asked why, I should be rather at a loss to reply.