taught him, aided by natural gifts, to write 'With Kitchener to
Khartum' and his marvellous impressions of travel."

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This record must close. Innumerable have been the tributes to this brave
youth's power for capturing the human heart and the human mind. The
statesman and the working man--one of these has written very curtly and
simply, "He served us best of all"--each has felt something of the
intimate spirit of his work.

Lord Roberts cabled from Capetown in the following words:--

"Deeply regret death of your talented correspondent, Steevens.
ROBERTS."

And a correspondent writes:--

"To-day I called on Lord Kitchener, in compliance with his request,
having yesterday received through his aide-de-camp, Major Watson,
the following letter:--

"'I am anxious to have an opportunity of expressing to you
personally my great regret at the loss we have all sustained
in the death of Mr Steevens.'

"Lord Kitchener said to me:--

"'I was anxious to tell you how very sorry I was to hear of the
death of Mr Steevens. He was with me in the Sudan, and, of course,
I saw a great deal of him and knew him well. He was such a clever
and able man. He did his work as correspondent so brilliantly, and
he never gave the slightest trouble--I wish all correspondents were
like him. I suppose they will try to follow in his footsteps. I am
sure I hope they will.

"'He was a model correspondent, the best I have ever known, and I
should like you to say how greatly grieved I am at his death.'"

Some "In Memoriam" verses, very beautifully written, for the 'Morning
Post,' may however claim a passing attention:--

"The pages of the Book quickly he turned.
He saw the languid Isis in a dream
Flow through the flowery meadows, where the ghosts
Of them whose glorious names are Greece and Rome
Walked with him. Then the dream must have an end,
For London called, and he must go to her,
To learn her secrets--why men love her so,
Loathing her also. Yet again he learned
How God, who cursed us with the need of toil,
Relenting, made the very curse a boon.
There came a call to wander through the world
And watch the ways of men. He saw them die
In fiercest fight, the thought of victory
Making them drunk like wine; he saw them die
Wounded