We went on board the tug, and stood together high up on the captain's place; we were washed again and again by the great waves.

When he went, and I had his last kiss and blessing, his own bright, beautiful spirit infected mine, and I could return his parting words without flinching; I saw him go without even a tear dimming my eye: so that I could watch him to the last, looking after our little boat again crossing the bar, till we could distinguish each other no more.
"In speaking one day of happiness, he said, 'I have given up looking for that altogether.

Now, till death, my post is one of unrest and care.

To be the sharer of everyone's sorrow, the comforter of everyone's grief, the strengthener of everyone's weakness: to do this as much as in me lies is now my aim and object; for, you know, when the members suffer, the pain must always fly to the head.' He said this with a smile, and oh! the peace in his face; it seemed as if nothing _could_ shake it." The last photograph, taken during this visit to Durban, with the high calm brow, and the quiet contemplative eye, bears out this beautiful, sisterly description of that last look.
The _Lyra_ next proceeded to the Kongone mouth of the Zambesi, where the two parties who had gone forward, including Dr.Livingstone himself, were met, and a consultation took place.

The Bishop was anxious to go forward, arrange his settlement, and commence his work at once; but Dr.
Livingstone thought the season a bad one, and was anxious to explore the River Rovuma, to see whether its banks afforded a better opening; and it ended in the Bishop feeling obliged to give way to his experience, although against his own judgment.
He therefore, with Mr.Rowley, who had joined him at Durban, accompanied Livingstone in the _Pioneer_, leaving the others at Johanna, a little island used as a depot for coal.
The expedition was not successful; there was only water enough in the channel to enable the _Pioneer_ to go thirty miles up in five days, and it failed more and more in the descent.