we can love the honored servant, and adore the gracious Master."

Lastly, we give the beautiful wreath of Florence Nightingale, also in
the form of a letter to Dr. Livingstone's daughter:

"LONDON, _Feb._ 18_th_,1874.

"DEAR MISS LIVINGSTONE,--I am only one of all England which
is feeling with you and for you at this moment.

"But Sir Bartle Frere encourages me to write to you.

"We cannot help still yearning to hear of some hope that your
great father may be still alive.

"God knows; and in knowing that He knows who is all wisdom,
goodness, and power, we must find our rest.

"He has taken away, if at last it be as we fear, the greatest
man of his generation, for Dr. Livingstone stood alone.

"There are few enough, but a few statesmen. There are few
enough, but a few great in medicine, or in art, or in poetry.
There are a few great travelers. But Dr. Livingstone stood
alone as the great Missionary Traveler, the bringer-in of
civilization; or rather the pioneer of civilization--he that
cometh before--to races lying in darkness.

"I always think of him as what John the Baptist, had he been
living in the nineteenth century, would have been.

"Dr. Livingstone's fame was so world-wide that there were
other nations who understood him even better than we did.

"Learned philologists from Germany, not at all orthodox in
their opinions, have yet told me that Dr. Livingstone was the
only man who understood races, and how to deal with them for
good; that he was the one true missionary. We cannot console
ourselves for our loss. He is irreplaceable.

"It is not sad that he should have died out there. Perhaps it
was the thing, much as he yearned for home, that was the
fitting end for him. He may have felt it so himself.

"But would that he could have completed that which he offered
his life to God to do!

"If God took him, however, it was that his life was completed
in God's sight; his work finished, the most glorious work of
our generation.

"He has opened those countries for God to enter in. He struck
the first blow to abolish a hideous slave-trade.

"He, like Stephen, was the first martyr.

"'He climbed the steep ascent of heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain;
O God! to us may grace be given
To follow in