cheers are for you,” Livingstone said to the Ambassador, with a smile.  “No,” said the Turk “I am only what my master made me; you are what you made yourself.”  When the party reached the Queen’s Hotel, a working man rushed across the road, seized Livingstone’s hand, saying, “I must shake your hand,” clapped him on the back, and rushed back again.  “You’ll not deny now,” said the Ambassador, “that that’s for you.”

Returning to Hamilton, he notes, on 4th September:  “Church in the forenoon to hear a stranger, in the afternoon to hear Mr. Buchan give an excellent sermon.”  On 5th, 6th, 7th, he is at the speech.  On 8th he receives a most kind invitation from Mr. and Mrs. Webb of Newstead Abbey, to make their house his home.  Mr. Webb was a very old friend, a great hunter, who had seen Livingstone at Kolobeng, and formed an attachment to him which continued as warm as ever to the last day of Livingstone’s life.  Livingstone and his daughter Agnes reach Bath on the 15th, and become the guests of Dr. and Miss Watson, of both of whom he writes in the highest terms.

“On Sunday, heard a good sermon from Mr. Fleming Bishop Colenso called on me.  He was very much cheered by many people; it is evident that they admire his pluck, and consider him a persecuted man.  Went to the theatre on Monday, 19th, to deliver my address.  When in the green-room, a loud cheering was made for Bishop Colenso, and some hisses.  It was a pity that he came to the British Association, as it looks like taking sides.  Sir Charles Lyell cheered and clapped his hands in a most vigorous way.  Got over the address nicely.  People very kind and indulgent—­2500 persons present, but it is a place easily spoken in.”

When Bishop Colenso moved the vote of thanks to Dr. Livingstone for his address, occasion was taken by some narrow and not very scrupulous journals to raise a prejudice against him.  He was represented as sharing the Bishop’s theological views.  For this charge there was no foundation, and the preceding extract from his Journal will show that he felt the Bishop’s presence to be somewhat embarrassing.  Dr. Livingstone was eminently capable of appreciating Dr. Colenso’s chivalrous backing of native races in Africa, while he differed toto coelo from his theological views.  In an entry in his Journal a few days later he refers to an African traveler who had got a high reputation without deserving it, for “he sank to the low estate of the natives, and rather admired Essays and Reviews”

The next passage we give from his Journal refers to the melancholy end of another brother-traveler, of whom he always spoke with respect: 

“23d Sept.—­Went to the funeral of poor Captain Speke, who, when out shooting on the 15th, the day I arrived at Bath, was killed by the accidental discharge of his gun.  It was a sad shock to me, for, having corresponded with him, I anticipated the pleasure of meeting him, and the first news Dr. Watson gave me was that of his death.  He was buried at Dowlish, a village where his family have a vault.  Captain Grant, a fine fellow, put a wreath or immortelle upon the coffin as it passed us in church.  It was composed of mignonette and wild violets.”