mother of my youth, but of my manhood, loved with a man's affection. She remained in her own room, and was the first of the home circle to receive the stab. How brave she was! and she, of all, feels that she has least chance of seeing me again. We parted calmly. Next my boy, Tom Lewry, who has served me so lovingly-he wished to say good-bye to me alone; and then, passionately flinging his arms around my neck, implored me not to leave him. Next was the meeting at family prayers; how I got through it all I do not know. Then dear Mr. Boxall came, so faithful, so silent. Good-bye to him meant all that it could possibly convey. Now came, of all For a month I had Now my my affectionate friends, H. B. seen him nearly every day, and every time, I think, without exception, he has burst into tears about my going, and has offered to work his passage to Zanzibar if I would let him follow me. most bitter trial-an agony that still cleaves to mesaying good-bye to the little ones. Thank God that all the pain was on one side. Over and over again I thank Him for that. Come back soon, papa!' they cried. Then the servants, all attached to me. wife, the bravest of all. My "I was about to jump into my brother's carriage. The publican's son (I was always thought to be the publican's enemy) crept up, and thrust a letter into my hand, a pretty book-marker, and a text, and a letter written by his mother. The thing that broke me down was passing a building. The roughest of the rough men, who I thought would have had a holiday to rejoice at my departure, left work, and crowded round to express their sorrow as best they could; several were at the train on the platform. Then came two hours quiet, but quiet just then to me was terrible. How the Lord helped me! Surely if I wanted a parting sign to hasten me forward, it was to be found in the great support He gave me. "I have not said that dearest Sam, the best of brothers, came with me to Salisbury Square. He had been skirmishing about, putting continual extra touches to my already comfortable kit. Now from Liverpool Street to the docks, he began emptying his pockets of money and forcing little articles of comfort upon me. Then there was the bustle of the ship, and the saying good-bye on the part of others to their relations, for only mine were allowed to go as far as Gravesend. Then came the final farewell to my brother. . . . I watched and watched and watched the retreating tow-boat, until I could see it no longer, and then hurried down below. Indeed I felt the time for re-action! No. Casting all your care . upon Him.' .. I went below, and set my cabin in order for sea, arranged about prayers, etc., and the rest of the day passed so rapidly that, when night came, I scarcely knew it was gone. 'My God, how tender Thou art!'" ZANZIBAR.-THE CHAPTER IV. JOURNEY ΤΟ THE INTERIOR.-FEVER STRICKEN. CHRISTMAS DAY.-PRIVATIONS AND DAN- N Hannington's first voyage out to Zanzibar, ΟΝ he says, they had amongst the passengers, Congregationalists, Wesleyans, and Baptists: but "we all dwelt together and parted in peace and friendship." At Aden they changed ships, and got into one which "swarmed with cockroaches, black ants, and bugs, and was, moreover, dreadfully over-crowded." Zanzibar proved more attractive than he expected; but he soon started for the interior. On reaching the mainland (the channel between this and Zanzibar being about thirty miles), the shore at high water could not be approached nearer than half a mile. With characteristic impetuosity Hannington plunged into the sea, and, "unmindful of sharks, waded and stumbled to the beach." At Ndumi they had their first experience of the horrors of an African well. "You might cut the water with a knife. An English cow or an Irish sow would have turned from it. However, it boiled well, and added body to our tea!" Arriving at Khambe, we have the record :-" I am very happy. Fever is trying, but it does not take away the joy of the Lord, and keeps one low in the right place." As a naturalist, Hannington was of course observant of everything, and he collected many birds, insects, mosses, and plants. While hunting for specimens at Mpwapwa, with Dr. Baxter, he says: "We suddenly came into the midst of an enormous caravan of black ants, and although we fled as fast as our legs would carry us, we suffered severely. The noise these ants made on the march, as they went by in their countless myriads, was like a kind of hissing roar, and the dry bed of the stream in which we were was covered with them as far as the eye could reach." At Pero, Hannington was seized with the fever, his temperature 110°, with alarming fainting fits. The water was desperately bad, got from a deep well, full of dead toads and rats, which putrefied there. The fever was accompanied by violent sickness, |