like these would not allow me to despair; I started up, and disregarding both hunger and fatigue, travelled forwards, assured that relief was at hand; and I was not disappointed.  In a short time I came to a small village, at the entrance of which I overtook the two shepherds who had come with me from Rooma.  They were much surprised to see me, for they said they never doubted that the Foulahs, when they had robbed, had murdered me.  Departing from this village, we travelled over several rocky ridges, and at sunset arrived at Sibidooloo, the frontier town of the kingdom of Manding.

MUNGO PARK.

[Note:  Mungo Park.  Born in Selkirkshire in 1771; set out on his first African exploration in 1795.  His object was to explore the Niger; and this he had done to a great extent when he was murdered (as is supposed) by the natives in 1805.]

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       REST FROM BATTLE.

       Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
       And drew behind the cloudy veil of night;
       The conquering Trojans mourn his beams decayed;
       The Greeks rejoicing bless the friendly shade. 
       The victors keep the field:  and Hector calls
       A martial council near the navy walls: 
       These to Scamander’s bank apart he led,
       Where thinly scattered lay the heaps of dead. 
       The assembled chiefs, descending on the ground,
       Attend his order, and their prince surround. 
       A massy spear he bore of mighty strength,
       Of full ten cubits was the lance’s length;
       The point was brass, refulgent to behold,
       Fixed to the wood with circling rings of gold: 
       The noble Hector on his lance reclined,
       And bending forward, thus revealed his mind: 
       “Ye valiant Trojans, with attention hear! 
       Ye Dardan bands, and generous aids, give ear! 
       This day, we hoped, would wrap in conquering flame
       Greece with her ships, and crown our toils with fame. 
       But darkness now, to save the cowards, falls,
       And guards them trembling in their wooden walls. 
       Obey the night, and use her peaceful hours,
       Our steeds to forage, and refresh our powers. 
       Straight from the town be sheep and oxen sought,
       And strengthening bread and generous wine be brought. 
       Wide o’er the field, high blazing to the sky,
       Let numerous fires the absent sun supply,
       The flaming piles with plenteous fuel raise,
       Till the bright morn her purple beam displays;
       Lest, in the silence and the shades of night,
       Greece on her sable ships attempt her flight. 
       Not unmolested let the wretches gain
       Their lofty decks, or safely cleave the main: 
       Some hostile wound let every dart bestow,
       Some lasting token of the Phrygian foe: 
       Wounds,