To the above letter I have nothing to add—­it speaks for itself; but I then thought it was the best evidence of my success.  For my own part, I cared not one jot or tittle about his discoveries, except so far as it concerned the newspaper which commissioned me for the “search.”  It is true I felt curious as to the result of his travels; but, since he confessed that he had not completed what he had begun, I felt considerable delicacy to ask for more than he could afford to give.  His discoveries were the fruits of of his own labours—­to him they belonged—­by their publication he hoped to obtain his reward, which he desired to settle on his children.  Yet Livingstone had a higher and nobler ambition than the mere pecuniary sum he would receive:  he followed the dictates of duty.  Never was such a willing slave to that abstract virtue.  His inclinations impelled him home, the fascinations of which it required the sternest resolves to resist.  With every foot of new ground he travelled over he forged a chain of sympathy which should hereafter bind the Christian nations in bonds of love and charity to the Heathen of the African tropics.  If he were able to complete this chain of love—­by actual discovery and description of them to embody such peoples and nations as still live in darkness, so as to attract the good and charitable of his own land to bestir themselves for their redemption and salvation—­ this, Livingstone would consider an ample reward.

“A delirious and fatuous enterprise, a Quixotic scheme!” some will say.  Not it, my friends; for as sure as the sun shines on both Christian and Infidel, civilised and Pagan, the day of enlightenment will come; and, though Livingstone, the Apostle of Africa, may not behold it himself, nor we younger men, not yet our children, the Hereafter will see it, and posterity will recognise the daring pioneer of its civilization.

The following items are extracted in their entirety from my Diary: 

March 12th.—­The Arabs have sent me as many as forty-five letters to carry to the coast.  I am turned courier in my latter days; but the reason is that no regularly organized caravans are permitted to leave Unyanyembe now, because of the war with Mirambo.  What if I had stayed all this time at Unyanyembe waiting for the war to end!  It is my opinion that, the Arabs will not be able to conquer Mirambo under nine months yet.

To-night the natives have gathered themselves together to give me a farewell dance in front of my house.  I find them to be the pagazis of Singiri, chief of Mtesa’s caravan.  My men joined in, and, captivated by the music despite myself, I also struck in, and performed the “light fantastic,” to the intense admiration of my braves, who were delighted to see their master unbend a little from his usual stiffness.