With unsuspecting readiness he takes

His murderer on his back, and, push'd all day,
With bleeding sides and flanks that heave for life
To the far distant goal, arrives and dies.
So little mercy shows who needs so much!
Does law, so jealous in the cause of man,
Denounce no doom on the delinquent? None.
He lives, and o'er his brimming beaker boasts
(As if barbarity were high desert)

The inglorious feat, and clamorous in praise
Of the poor brute, seems wisely to suppose
The honours of his matchless horse his own.

I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man

Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.

An inadvertent step may crush the snail
That crawls at evening in the public path;
But he that has humanity, forewarn'd,
Will tread aside, and let the reptile live.
The creeping vermin, loathsome to the sight,
And charged perhaps with venom, that intrudes,
A visitor unwelcome, into scenes

Sacred to neatness and repose, the alcove,
The chamber, or refectory, may die :
A necessary act incurs no blame.

Not so when, held within their proper bounds,
And guiltless of offence, they range the air,
Or take their pastime in the spacious field:
There they are privileged; and he that hunts

Or harms them there is guilty of a wrong,
Disturbs the economy of nature's realm,
Who, when she form'd, design'd them an abode.

Superior as we are, they yet depend

Not more on human help than we on theirs.
Their strength, or speed, or vigilance, were given
In aid of our defects. In some are found

Such teachable and apprehensive parts,

That man's attainments in his own concerns,
Match'd with the expertness of the brutes in theirs,
Are ofttimes vanquish'd and thrown far behind.
Some show that nice sagacity of smell,
And read with such discernment, in the port
And figure of the man his secret aim,

That oft we owe our safety to a skill

We could not teach, and must despair to learn;
But learn we might, if not too proud to stoop
To quadruped instructors, many a good
And useful quality, and virtue too,
Rarely exemplified among ourselves:
Attachment never to be wean'd or changed
By any change of fortune; proof alike
Against unkindness, absence, and neglect;
Fidelity, that neither bribe nor threat
Can move or warp; and gratitude

For small and trivial favours, lasting as the life,
And glistening even in the dying eye.

LIVINGSTONE'S ENCOUNTER WITH A LION.

Lineage,
Curriculum,

Licentiate,

Marauder,

Annihilated,
Carnivora,
Benevolent,

Periodically,

DERIVATION.
Fr., lignage, lineage; from
ligne, a line.
Lat., curriculum, a course.

Lat., licentiatus, licensed,
authorized; from licentia,
liberty, full power.
Fr., maraudeur, a soldier
who goes to plunder; mar
aud, a rascal, a thief.
Lat., ad, to, and nikil,
nothing.
Lat., caro, carnis, flesh;
voro, to eat, to devour.
Lat., benevolens, kind, bear-
ing good will; from bene,
well, volens, wishing, or
ready.
Lat., periodicus, periodical;
from periodus, a period.

MEANING.

Race; descendants in a line
from an ancestor.
A course; applied to the
course of study in a uni-
versity.

One who has a license to
exercise a profession.

A plunderer; a robber.

Reduced to nothing; en-
tirely destroyed.
Animals eating or feeding
on flesh.

Possessing love to mankind,
and a desire to do them
good.

Happening or returning regularly in a certain period of time.

Dr David Livingstone was born at the small village of Blantyre, near Glasgow, in the year 1817. He traces his lineage to a great-grandfather who fell in 1745 at Culloden. His father was born in Ulva, one of the small Western Islands, on which his grandfather cultivated a small farm. The family afterwards

removed to Blantyre, where David was obliged to enter a factory at the early age of ten years. Although at work from six in the morning till ten at night, he employed so diligently the few hours he could snatch from sleep, that at the age of sixteen he could read Latin authors. Even among the noise and dust of cotton machinery, he managed to learn more than many do at school; and he earned as much in the summer months as enabled him to attend the winter session at Glasgow University. He finished his medical curriculum at Glasgow University, and was admitted a licentiate of the faculty of physicians and surgeons. At the same time, having completed his theological curriculum under Dr Wardlaw, he was, in the year 1840, ordained a medical missionary, and went to South Africa. In the year 1849 he began his great series of geographical explorations, the accounts of which are most interesting, but they are too many to be enumerated here. He died on August 15, 1873, in the neighbourhood of Unyanyembe. He has done a great work for Africa and for the world. He has revealed to us, and opened up to trade and civilisation, an extent of country equal to half of Europe, as rich and fertile as any under the sun, and filled with a teeming population.

Dr Livingstone, the celebrated African traveller, gives the following account of his encounter with a lion :

"The Bakatla of the village Mabotsa were much troubled by lions, which leaped into the cattle-pens by night, and destroyed their cows. They went once to attack the animals, but, being rather a cowardly people compared to Bechuanas in general on such occasions, they returned without killing any. It is well known that if one in a troop of lions is killed, the others take the hint and leave that part of the country. So the next time the herds were attacked I went with the people, in order to encourage them to rid themselves of the annoyance by destroying one

of the marauders. We found the lions on a small hill about a quarter of a mile in length, and covered with trees. A circle of men was formed round it, and they gradually closed up, ascending pretty near to each other. Being down below on the plain with a native schoolmaster, named Mebalwe, a most excellent man, I saw one of the lions sitting on a piece of rock within the now closed circle of men. Mebalwe fired at him before I could, and the ball struck the rock on which the animal was sitting. He bit at the spot struck, as a dog does at a stick or stone thrown at him; then, leaping away, broke through the opening circle, and escaped unhurt. The men were afraid to attack him, perhaps on account of their belief in witchcraft. When the circle was re-formed, we saw two other lions in it; but we were afraid to fire lest we should strike the men, and they allowed the beasts to burst through also. If the Bakatla had acted according to the custom of the country, they would have speared the lions in their attempt to get out. Seeing we could not get them to kill one of the lions, we bent our footsteps towards the village. In going round the end of the hill, however, I saw one of the beasts sitting on a piece of rock as before, but this time he had a little bush in front. Being about thirty yards off, I took a good aim at his body through the bush, and fired both barrels into it. The men then called out, 'He is shot; he is shot!' Others cried, 'He has been shot by another man too; let us go to him!' I did not see any one else shoot at him, but I saw the lion's tail erected in anger behind the bush, and, turning to