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PERSONAL PARS. PEOPLE IN THE PUBLIC EYE. Queen Alexandra is as clever a photographer as will be found among amateurs. Not only does she possess the art of developing, but she has that more rare giftr- the eye for an effective land- scape. One of her piotures was attended by remarkable results. It was the means of averting a tragedy. After a negative had been developed of a view she had taken of a goods train passing over the bridge at Wolfer- ton, it was noticed that there appeared to be a curve in one of the uprights of the bridge. Lest there should be any mistake, that the film had been disturbed or blurred, her Majesty went again and re-photographed the bridge. In the second picture the result was similar. There was a.n undoubted weak- ness in the bridge, albeit it was not apparent to the eye upon casual observation. The King was consulted, and caused an examina- tion of the bridge to be made by an expert, with the result that the structure was found to be in a dangerous condition of insecurity. Thanks to her Majesty's care and attention to minute detail, the flaw, having been dis- covered, was remedied. Wolferton Bridge has been re-built. —— Mr. E. C. Tennyson d'Eyncourt, who has been adding to the amassed wisdom and wit of the London police-courts by advising musical publishers to reduce the prices of their copyrights, in order to withstand the attacks of the inroads of musical pirates, is the eldest son of the late Mr. Louis Charles Tennyson d'Eyncourt, who for nearly forty years administered justice at the Westminster Police-court, the nephew of Admiral d'Eyn- court, and also, we believe, related to the family of the late Poet Laureate. He was quite a young man—having been called to the Bar at the Inner Temple in 1881—when he was selected in 1897 to succeed Mr. Newton, who had occupied the bench at Marlborough-street for 30 years. Mr. d'Eyn- court practised a great deal on the South- Eastern Circuit, and as a special pleader. In 1901 he was moved to his present court at Clarkenwell. —— A charming form of the American inva- sion of England is that which is practised by Miss Mildred Carter, the pretty daughter of Mr. J. Ridgeley Carter, the second secretary oi the United States Embassy. Miss Carter has made it fashionable among a small coterie of American and English girls in London to curtsey to matrons to whom they are introduced. It is to be hoped that this pretty and old-fashioned custom will gain ground, for it is a refreshing contrast to the off-hand manner in which many London girls greet their elders. Lord Sligo, when he read the story of the London cabman who leaves a purse in his hansom to attract fares," must have been reminded of an incident in which his brother figured just after the siege of Paris. Day after day he drove about the city in the same cab. Then lie found that all the time he had been sitting with an explosive bomb beneath the seat. He told his driver exactly what he thought about it. The man replied, with stag- gering simplicity, that he had not dared leave the dreadful engine at home, because the children might get playing with it. Mr. Balfour would have general sympathy in the sense of delicacy to which he con- fessed about moving in the matter of his late uncle's (Lord Salisbury's) statue. His natural diffidence would be enhanced by a little ex- perience of which he has heard concerning the nephew of another illustrious statesman, this nephew being Mr. G. W. E. Russell. He was the guest at the House of Commons of Mr. Justin M'Carthy, who was entertaining also some American ladies, who were not aware of their fellow guest's social standing. They had been expounding to their host their theory that all Englishmen connected in the remotest way with the peerage made a practice of vaunting superiority over any native of America. This was before Mr. Russell put in an appearance. When the latter was about to take his departure he was asked to direct the party to a certain door leading to an office with which Mr. McCarthy was not familiar. You'll see it just behind my uncle's statue," said Mr. Russell. They found the statue. It was that of Earl Russell. There," said one of the fair Americans indignantly, didn't I tell you? My uncle's statue! Just to show us poor Americans what things are." Osborne House, certain portions of which were opened at Easter as a convalescent home for naval and military officers, has been thrown open to the public. The State apartments and grounds are accessible under certain restrictions. These latter ensure to inmates the sanctity of a little romance, to the solution of which, it may be, some imaginative convalescent may turn his atten- tion. There is treasure of much fine gold buried somewhere in the Royal demesne. When Osborne was in the possession of Eustace Mann the Civil War caused him to bury all his fortune. And then he forgot the clue to his fastness. Money Coppice has excited the cupidity of many a generation, but no one has brought to light the treasure which the old Cavalier hid. In view of its new purpose Osborne House has been thoroughly overhauled. It may, or may not, have needed it. Buckingham Palace was supposed to be in a healthy condition un- til submitted to proof. Then it was found that a main sewer ran through the courtyard, and that the whole palace was in untrapped con- nection with it. The fumes were so noxious that white lead was blackened by them in the course of a night. The fires had no flues, and discharged poisonous gases into the private apartments, and the whole condition was so bad that Parliament, keen as were its inquiries, were not allowed to see the report Lord Balcarres, M.P., to whom, under th(f" curious terms of the will of the late Lord Abinger, has been entrusted the task of per- sonally delivering to Lady Norah Spencer Churchill a gold snuffbox. as a mark of his esteem and devotion," is one of the rising young men in the present House of Commons. Since the re-construction of the Government in the autumn of last year his lordship has been a Junior Lord of the Treasury, which carries with it a post in the Whip's depart- ment; and as recently as last week he was called upon, as the representative of the Office of Works, to defend the atmosphere of the Lower Chamber, justify the existence of the Ladies' Grille, and satisfy the perspiring and frigid members that everything possible is being done for their personal comfort. His father, the Earl of Crawford, is well known as an enthusiastic yachtsman and naturalist, and only last November he sailed :n his steam yacht, the Valhalla, for the West Indies to explore those islands on a syste- matic scale. It was this same vessel that was threatened with seizure some time ago by the Customs officials at Thursday Island. These rapacious individuals, it seems, demanded payment of 50a. as representing the duty on the stores consumed on board the yacht whilst in Australian waters. Lord Crawford demurred to the charge, telegraphed without result to the Minister of Customs, and eventually settled the question himself. At daybreak he quietly hauled up his anchor and slipped out to sea. The claim upon this nautical passive register remains unsatisfied. Lord Muskerry, who demonstrated in the House of Lords the other day that he has not lost his interest in maritime matters, with which as a naval officer he once had a more intimate connection, is lord of many acres in Ireland. Lord Muskerry represented the junior line of a famous house, of whose senior branch Lord Lansdowne is the head. Springfield Castle, his home in Ireland, 19 an ancient fortress, with formidable moat and fortifications still remaining; and whose mediaeval outline has been carefully preserved in such few restorations as have been neces- sary. There are few more interesting men in Ire- land than the owner of this old fortress. He has been round the world and back again, as officer, and as master of his own yacht. At home he plays the astrologer and alchemist. He has his own observatory, his perfectly-equipped chemical laboratory, and a forge, in which he is as neat a craftsman in the working of metals as your best of blacksmiths. There is history in his hall. Grim, rude manacles, found by Lord Muskerry in'one of his dungeons; the horns of an Irish elk, dug up in, his drive, and coins of centuries gone by, link the Springfield Castle of to-day with times when its chieftains were lords supreme of a wide domain. Mr. W. S. Gilbert, shy as he may have felt about the production of his latest play, has no diffidence in dealing with the artistes them- selves during rehearsal. When the first of his operas produced in collaboration with Sullivan was in rehearsal it fell to him to take in hand the task of making the chorus, as well as principals, play their proper part in the production—an unheard of innovation at the time. Bitter were the laments over the stringency with which his commands were enforced upon stars and lesser luminaries. "Really, Mr. Gilbert, why should I stand here? I am not a chorus girl," complained one of the principals. No," he answered suavely- No, your voice is not strong enough, or no doubt you would be." Dis- cipline provoked other scenes before the dictates of the dramatist were unquestion- ingly obeyed. One young lady complained tha.t another young lady, equally out of humour, had said to her, You are no better than you ought to be." Mr. Gilbert smiled his sweetest as he answered, Well, you are not, are you, my dear?" The girl thought for a. moment. "Why, of course not," she said, as she went back to her place with a smile.

GREAT WELSH EXPLORER PASSES AWAY. ROMANCE OF HIS CAREER RE-CALLED. Sir H. M. Stanley, the distinguished explorer, died at his town residence shortly after six o'clock on Tuesday morning. Sir Henry had been ill for the paet seven months. A few days ago his condition became very critical, and the medical advisers indicated that the distinguished patient was sinking rapidly. From that time Lady Stanley and her sister were in close attendance upon Sir Henry, and in then- presence he passed away peacefully. Though unable to speak, he was conscious to the last, and was able to recognise those around him. Sir H. M. Stanley was out during last week, and caught a chill. Pneumonia and pleurisy supervened. THE FINAL ILLNESS. During the past few months it was known that the grea-t explorer was very gradually passing away. Nothing but the resolute respect paid to the dying man's wishes kept the fact from leaking out. "Stanley," as he was called by his friends and by his all-devoted wife, broken in body, scarce able to walk or to help himself to move, owing to the partial paralysis, which affected his right side, remained mentally as strong, masterly, and unhesitating as he was in the prime of his manhood. His intense mascu- linity never deserted him; his voice never lost its extraordinary volume and timbre. The contrast with the worn, emaciated, febrile frame, with the broad head, snow-white hair, and the thin alabaster hands, was, accordingly, the more striking. Watching the fare only, with its boyish, piercing blue eyes and small, firm mouth, one felt that one was in the presence of a master mind. Seeing the shrunken, delicate figure, or watching the easiness with which he was moved from his chair, one would believe that the care and solicitude of his nlirse were being given to a child. Stanley never admitted that he was ill at all, and he could never bear to be asked if he was feeling better." Knowing his weakness, hia friends never ques- tioned him about his health, and always treated him and spoke with or about him as if he were in the very best of health. Should a stranger be permitted into his room, he was always forewarned not to make an allusion to Stanley's health. The explorer refused to take to his bed any earlier at night or to remain in bed any later in the morning than was usual with people in the beet of health. He rose early, and if the weather was propitious would, whether living act Whitehall or at his country residence near Pirbright, go out for a drive. The afternoon he spent sitting in an arm- chair, reading, or being read to, sipping at a cup of tea, toying with a cigar which he never smoked, or (most pleasing of all to him) discussing his experiences in "Darkest Africa. Be never tired of talking about that subject, but, at the same time, he required some en- couragement to do so. Unless he found that the hearer was genuinely interested in African subjects, Stanley would not be drawn into conversation on that subject, but would confine himself to tea. talk. To hear him at his best one required to hear him being questioned by an enthusiastic boy. Then Stanley, a boy himself, despite his snow-white hair, would talk and talk until (as if by talking) the whole sluices of his memory had been opened. Nothing but the warning voice of his wife abated his ardour. Quite recently he received the representative of a French paper on the subject of the Congo Atrocities," which the great ex- plorer believed to be untrue. The extra- ordinary fluency with which Stanley spoke of the geographical and topographical outlines of the districts, and the unerring aocuracy with which, without any reference, he spelled aloud the most difficult of names were remark- able. STANLEY-THE MAN. The Central News says it is generally con- ceded that Stanley was courageous, dauntless, and determined, but it is urged, not unadmir- ingly, perhaps, but in mitigation of these qualities, that he was iron-hearted, coarse- fibred," and of a nature that brooked unmerci- fully no opposition to his will. As a matter of fact, Stanley was an actor to the outside world. He stolidly lived up to the character that seekers for the picturesque at the expense of the more laborious portraiture had made for him. It was only to the sacred innermost circle of his wife and sister-in-law and a. few friends that he was known to be the most tender-hearted and considerate of men. Proof alone of this is to be found in the way he died. He detested the- idea of his illness becoming known, because, as he said. I shall be remembered as an invalid." For seven months past Stanley had been very unwell, and during the past five months there had hardly been a day during which he had not suffered acute pain, yet during all this time hg was never known to make a. complaint or to give utterance to a groan. Occasionally his features flinched. That was the only indi- cation of his suffering. Up to the last he refused to be treated as an invalid. He would, for instance, insist upon a meal big enough for a hale man being brought to him at meal-times should there be any guests at the table. He could not, of course, eat it- the food was rarely touched—but he would make a pretence of appetite and heartiness. The special nourishment he would take when his guests were gone. His efforts to keep up the character of a strong man grew, in fact, quite pathetic. During the last few days his voice began to weaken, and the old authori- tative tone came only in jerks as by a supreme effort. He would begin to speak strongly, but the words gradually faded, and he would become silent. His last hours were the stubborn contest of a powerful constitu- tion with a dissolution of which he had not the slightest fear. An ever deepening sleepi- ness grew upon him, and the commanding look from his eyes, like the commanding tone of his voice, became rarer and rarer. It was then that Lady Stanley would ask him, "Do you know me. dear?" This was, as it were, the code for the words "Are you feeling better?" which she would not hurt him by using. His invariable reply was, I know you, dear," or I know you, child." Again, it would be asked of him, "Are you a little sleepy?" to which he would reply, It is you who must be sleepy. Go and have a sleep. I shaJI be all right till you come back." Superficially a man who, by never speaking of it, appeared to disregard religion, he was, nevertheless, deeply religious. Religion was a subject upon which he rarely spoke, and his views upon it were but little known. Towards the last. however, he gave the strongest indica,tion of the religious bend of his mind. Seeing that his wife was crying, he asked, "Why do you cry?" and, receiving no answer, added, Do you fear that we are parting?" Then. after another pause, We shall be together again." Some weeks ago, before his illness took on its fatal aspect, he was speaking of his famous expedition of 1871, when he used the words descriptive of Cen- tral Africa. "Illimitable day; illimitable night." One who was present asked him if he did not feel unusually impressed by the awful grandeur of his surroundings, to which he replied. I knew there was a great Power above me." Without irreverence, it may be said that Stanley died in the spirit of an explorer, and with the courage and tenacity required for great undertakings unabated. ROYAL SYMPATHY. Lady Stanley has received a message from his Majesty the King expressing sincere con. dolence. The King of the Belgians, as Sovereign of the Congo State, has telegraphed to Lady Stanley a message of condolence. His Majesty will be officially represented at the funeral. Messages of sympathy have also been received from the Prime Minister and other distinguished persons.

BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. Although his name affords no indication of the fact, Henry Morton Stanley was a Welsh- man, and was born at the little town of Den- bigh on January 28, 1841. His father was John Rollant or Rowland, who, when young and in indifferent circumstances, aspired to the hand of Bessie, daughter of a neighbour- ing grazier, one Moses Parry. Old Rowlands, of Llys. seems to have disapproved of the match, and accordingly the young people found a home with Moses in a little cottage within the precinots of the ancient Castle of Denbigh. There, as we have said, the future explorer was born in the same year as our Monarch, whose realms he was to have a. share in widening. An incident of his infancy, trifling as it may appear, is worth mentioning, because it was narrated to a writer in these columns by Stanley's mother shortly before her death. John," said she, had been taken down- stairs, and Dr. Pearce-Ire who died a few days ago at Denbigh—was downstairs also. The child had just been frocbed, and was lyaiig on the lap of the nurse. My father returned home at that moment, and I heard Dr. Pearce saying to him, Your daughter has a wonderfully fine boy.' Wonderful, did you say?' said my dear father. 'Has he had any food?' 'No,' was the reply, 'but the "pap" is ready for him.' O'r anwyl,' said my father, 'now let me see this "wonderful" child.' The muslin was lifted, and his face sthown to my father. I now heard my dear father address- ing the baby in Welsh most affectionately. And—and,' he said, dere di, yr un bach; whatever fate is in store for thee thou shalt have thy first bit of food "oddi ar aur"' (from off gold), and at the same time he thrust a sovereign into the pap prepared for John Bach, and he ptaced the sovereign, with a bit of food upon it, between my baby boy's two little lips!" Moses Parry, it appears, was tenderly attached to his little grandson, who was christened John Rowland, after his father, but the little boy was not long out of his cradle when both father and grandfather died. The paternal grandfather seems to have rendered no help, and poverty stared the little household in the face. The poor young mother had to go out to service, and little John Rowland was after a time received into the St. Asaph Workhouse. The curtain next rises on the future traveller at school, where we find him in the fifties. The lad seems even in those early days to have showed signs of the pluck and capacity that were afterwards to distinguish him. "He was always a noble boy at the school," said a comrade !Who well remembered him; "always at its head. Whenever Mr. Francis, the old schoolmaster, went from home he always left the school in charge of John Row- land. He would then assume the cane, and would not hesitate to use it when he sup- posed he saw occasion for it." "This boy," said the master once, "will make his mark in the world," and it was a true prophecy. In 1856 young John Rowland cut himself adrift from school life, at which time we have a pen portrait of him as a "full-faced, stubborn, self-willed, round-headed, uncom- promisingly deep fellow, particularly strong in trunk, but not very smart or elegant about the lege, which were disproportion- ately short. His temperament was unusually sensitive; he could not stand the least bit of humour. The humdrum life of Denbigh must have palled sorely upon this restless spirit, and we next find him trudging to Liverpool, his "round head" full of visions of the United States. To the West he voyaged somehow, signing on as ship's boy on board a small trader to New Orleans. The passage was neither short nor easy—it lasted eight weeks. The incident of his arrival was thus given by his mother, as nearly as possible in his own words:— 'When I reaohed New Orleans from Liver- pool I walked up through the town. I happened to notice a card with the words, 'A boy wanted,' upon it in one of the shop win- dows. I entered the shop, and saw an aged pool I walked up through the town. I happened to notice a card with the words, 'A boy wanted,' upon it in one of the shop win- dows. I entered the shop, and saw an aged THE LATE SIR H. M. STANLEY. man with glasses reading a. newspaper. I asked. him, 'Do you require a boy, sir?" He placed the newspaper on one side and asked me. 'What can you do?' I replied, 'I can write a good hand, sir.' The old man now stood up, and, pi-eking up an empty sack with the name H. M. Stanley' painted npon it, he. pointing to the pen, ink, and paper, said, 'Write that name.' I did as requested; and," said John to his mother, "I do not think I have written the name so well as od that occasion ever since." John Rowland, the Welshman, is now lost in Henry Morton Stanley, the young Ameri- can, who had thus so providentially found a friend and a second father. But the kind foster-parent died, and the youth was once more thrown upon his own resources. Two years pass without a record, and then came that political social earthquake, the Civil War. The new situation suited the daring spirit of young Stanley to a nicety. He enlisted in the Confederate forces and fought in several engagements. In the battle of Pittsburgh Landing he was taken prisoner, but contrived to make his escape, amid a fusillade of bullets. Stanley seems by this time to have grown tired of fighting, for we next hear of him in the Old Country on a visit to his people. His condition, however, was not exactly that of a conqueror, and though, of course, his mother was delighted to see him, his relatives, as a whole, gave him a cool recep- tion. Disgusted and disappointed, he turned his back on Wales, and after a short stay in Liverpool he returned to the States. Here he found the furious struggle between North and South still in full swing, and, like a. true freelance, he "sailed in" once more, but this time on the Federal side. This was in 1863. His ability and gallantry on board the flagship Ticonderoga won him speedy recognition, and he became an officer. He took part in various engagements until the end of the war. in 1865. Next year the Ticonderoga sailed over to Europe, and Stanley took the opportunity of visiting Wales, and it was on that occasion his mother learnt first of all of his change of name. "He was at home here," she said to an interviewer when she lay on her death- bed. "The postman had brought the letters from St. Asaph, and had asked at the Bodel- wyddan Vicarage if they knew of a H. M. Stanley, Esq., staying in the village with us. They answered, 'No, they did not.' Shortly afterwards the postman came to our door and knocked. I answered the door myself, and the postman asked me whether a gentle- man of the name of Henry M. Stanley, Esq., was staying with us. I had never heard of the name before. and answered, 'Nagoes, wir.' With that John (Stanley), who was in another room, called out, 'The letters are for me, mother.' He came and received them. I followed him into the room and asked him very; earnestly, 'John, what have you done to make it necessary 'for you to change your name?' He laughingly replied, 'Nothing out of the way, really, mother!' He then pro- ceeded to state how he came to change'his name in America." An old schoolfellow of his also narrated how he recollected Stanley visiting the village in the uniform of an American naval officer. "He gave me his hand and said, 'Tom, my boy, how are you? I am so glad to see you.' I recognised him instantly, and after a little conversation we went out and drank a glass each to the happy memory of the old days when we were boys together. He wanted me to go away with him, and said, 'I will make a. man of you. Tom's home ties prevailed, and he did not accept the invftation. Whilst on this aide the Atlantic Mr. Stanley took a short excursion in Asia Minor, and then, returning to the States, did some work as a newspaper correspondent on a military expedition against the Bed Indiana. By this time Ms ability with his pen had won him recognition, and he was appointed by the New York Herald" their travelling corre- spondent. He was commissioned to proceed to Abyssinia, where we were engaged in one of our little wars," and. after a short visit to Wales, proceeded to the scene of opera- tions, and so enterprising was he that his paper was able to publish an account of the fall of Magdala 24 hours before the news was known in London. Returning from Abyssinia, he again visited Wales, and afterwards went to Spain, and was a spectator of the inter- necine struggle of 1869. of which he sent many a thrilling account to the "New York Herald." Now came the event destined to make Stanley famous the wide world over. He was at Madrid when there came a telegram to meet Mr. James Gordon Bennett (son of the then proprietor of the Herald") in Paris. He went at once, and the details of his miesion were disclosed to him. On arriving in Paris in the dead of the night," such are his own words, I went straight to the Grand Hotel, and knocked at the door of Mr. Bennett's room. 'Oome in,' I heard a voice say. Entering, I found Mr. Bennett in bed. 'Who are you?' he asked. 'My name is Stanley,' I answered. 'Ah, yes! Sit down. I have important business for you. Where do you think Livingstone is?' 'I really do not know, sir. 'Do you think he is aJive 1" 'He may be and he may not be,' I answered. t HBTell, I think be is alive, and that he can, be found, and I am going to send you to find him. Stanley explained the expense of such an undertaking. Bennett's reply was characteristic. 'Draw a thousand pounds now, and when you have gone through that draw another thousand, and when that is spent draw another thousand, and when you have finished that draw another thousand, and so on—but find Livingstone.' Such was the commission, and the world knows how it was executed. The name of Dr. Livingstone had long been an honoured one, but the intrepid explorer had been swallowed up in the great Dark Continent, and no one knew whether he were alive or dead. Having made his preparations, Stanley arrived at Zanzibar in January, 1871, and pushed inland with his party, which included a Scotsman, a Londoner, and a number of natives, with a great quantity of baggage. The weary search went on until November, when Stanley learut that a white man, "old, with white hair on his face, and ill," had recently arrived at Ujiji. There could be no doubt that this was Dr. Livingstone. To Ujiji, therefore, Stanley set off, and there, Ilmid the Arabs and the natives, his eyes were gladdened by the sight of the object of his expedition. It was none other than the intrepid Livingstone himself, looking grey and weary, wearing a bluish cap with a faded gold band round it, a red sleeved waistcoat, and a pair of grey tweed trousers. "I would have run to him," says Stanley, "only, he being an Englishman, I did not know how he would receive me; so I did what cowardice and false pride suggested was the best thing—walked deliberately to him; took off my hat, and said: "'Dr. Livingstone, I presume?' 'Yes,' said he with a kind smile, lifting his cap slightly. I re-place my hat on my head, and he puts on his cap, and we both grasp hands, and then I say aloud, "I thank God, doctor, I have been permitted to see you.' After this memorable meeting Stanley remained with Livingstone for several months, and learnt from him all about his wanderings, his privations, and his wonderful discoveries. Then it was decided that they should part, and that Stanley should return to Europe, bearing with ttim. the priceless journal of Livingstone's iexperience. "We walked side by side; the men lifted their voices in a song. I took long looks at Livingstone to impress his features thoroughly on my memory. 'The thing is, doctor, so far as I can under- stand, you do not intend to return home until 'I you nave satisfied yourself about the "Sources of the Nile." When you have satis. fied yourself you will come home and satisfy others. Is it not so?' 'That is it, exactly.' 'Now. my dear doctor, the best friends must part. You have come far enough; let me beg of you to turn back.' "'Well, I must say this to you: you have done what few men could do—far better than some great travellers I know. And I am grateful to you for what you have done for me. God guide you safe home, and bless you, my friend.' 'And may God bring you back safe to no all, my dear friend. Farewell.' 'Farewell.' "We wrung each other's hands. and f had to tear myself away before I unmanned myself. But Susi and Chumah and Hamoy- dah-the doctor's faithful fellows-they must all shake and kiss my hands before I could turn quite away. I betrayed myself. 'Good-bye, doctor—dear friend.' I 'Good-bye.' Livingstone remained in the wilderness to die, while Stanley hastened, full of life and i hope to the coast to announce to the astonished world that Livingstone lived. He had fondly hoped that, bringing home this glorious news, he would have been received everywhere with open arms, or at the very least that his state- ments would have been believed. No sooner had he reached the coast than the impression was conveyed to him that the English "easy-chair geographers" did not want Stanley to find Livingstone! And on his arrival in England the impression was deeply confirmed. In short, conscious that he had performed his task well, he was soon bitterly and sorrowfully made to feel that he was being received only with coldness, doubt, and suspicion. It was in these circumstances that he sought a publisher for his book, How I sought a publisher for his book, "How I Found Livingstone." Dr. Livingstone had given him a letter to his friend and pub- lisher. John Murray. Mr. Murray himself was not at home when Mr. Stanley called, and somehow or other he was made to feel that the cold shade of doubt and suspicion bad penetrated even to Albemarle-street. Thus it happened that, at the suggestion of some mutual friends, he was introduced to Mr. E. Mars ton. It so happened that the latter was at that time spending his vacation at Weymouth, where he received the follow- ing telegram, dated August 2. 1872:- "Stanley here; wants an offer for England and America; vtill wait till Tuesday. MSB. 500 pp. Maps and illustrations. Hotten volun teered £ 1,000." He immediately replied:- "Secure Stanley at any price." The book appeared, and was an enormous success. We uext¡. hear of Stanley as Herald cor- respondent with the British force to Ashanti, and after this he made hie second great plunge irto Central Africa. By this time Livingstone was dead, and the public-indeed, the whole civilised world-had been roused to keenest interest in the Dark Continent and its many geographical secrete. The priva- tions through which Stanley had passed had greatly aged him; nevertheless, his daring and resource were still at their zenith, and the work was very near and dear to his heart. The expedition was fitted up by the "Daily Telegraph and the New York Herald in conjunction. Stanley reached Zanzibar in the autumn of 1874, and resolved to push north- westward and explore the region of Lake Victoria Nyanza. This, after many encoun- ters with the natives, he reached in February, 1875, and found it to be the largest body of fre3h water on the globe, having an area of 40,000 square miles. He then pushed westward towards Lake Albert Nyanza, and was able to satisfy himself that it was not, as had been generally supposed, connected with Lake Tanganyika. Foroed by the hostility of the natives to return to Ujiji, he determined to descend the great river discovered by Living- stone, and believed by him to be the Nile, brt which others thought was the Congo, and named by Livingstone the Lualaba, and by Stanley the Livingstone. The descent, chiefly by canoes, occupied him eight months, cost him the lives of 35 out of his 150 men, and was accomplished under the greatest diffi- culties and privations. On reaching a settle- ment on the coast a Portuguese national vessel took him to St. Paul de Loanda, whence an English vessel conveyed the party to the Cape of Good Hope, and thence to Zanzibar. Here his men were left at their home; and Stanley reached England in February, 1878. The price paid for this success was great. His white companies had all died, and with them in,their deaths were no fewer than 170 natives. The financial cost was enormous. But the aim and end of the Anglo-American expedition had been achieved, the great geographical problems of the Dark Continent solved, and Stanley had. performed the task geographical problems of the Dark Continent solved, and Stanley had. performed the task allotted to him with a success so brilliant as to make him the cynosure of the admiring eyes of two hemispheres. The results of this great expedition were enshrined by Stanley in his book, Throvgh the Dark Continent," published in 1878. The same year he lectured on his discoveries to eager audiences, and returned to the Congo region, at the instance of the King of the Bel- gians and of the Brussels African Interna- tional Association, with the object of develop- ing the basin of the great river just men- tioned. It was 1884 before he completed his work, having established trading stations along the Congo from its mouth to Stanley Pool, 1,400 miles by river. When the success of these stations had encouraged the natives, 'little difficulty would be experienced in filling up the gaps. The pioneering was accomplished, the seeds of federation sown; and time, and time only, could combine the scattered links and weld them into an un- broken chain. All the Congo tribes knew and honoured 'Bula Matari' (the Stone-breaker), and nearly all had covenanted with him to keep the peace and advance his aims. The whole region had been touched by a master's hand and quickened into vitality. The tribes of the Congo were ready for the final step— the confederation of their units into an un- divided whole, ready for agglomeration into one great State." This was actually accom- plished, and Stanley's book, "The Congo and the Founding of its Free State" (1885), describes the whole of his labours. After a short rest in England, Stanley returned in 1887 for the fourth time to Africa, his mission being to relieve Emin Pasha, governor of the equatorial regions, whose position was understood to be extremely pre- carious. Stanley succeeded in his mission, succoured Emin, and brought him and his fol- lowers safely back to Egypt, but only after the most severe hardships endured in any of his explorations, and with a loss of over 400 of the 650 men he had taken with him. The expedition occupied nearly three years, and was not without its scientific results. These included the discovery of the Semliki River, of Mount Ruvenzori (thought to be 17,000ft. high), of Lake Albert Edward, and of the south- western extension of Lake Victoria. Lake Albert Edward proved to be the primary source of the White Nile, and it was shown that its waters connect, through the Semliki, with the Albert Nyanza. Stanley reached Cairo near the end of 1889, and remained there until he had finished the record of his journey, which was published simultaneously in Eng- land, France, Germany, and the United States, under the title of "In Darkest Africa" (two volumes). His return to England was one unending ovation. An episode in the career of the distin- guished explorer which excited the greatest interest at the time was his marriage. Towards the end of the eighties it became known that Stanley was engaged to Dorothy, the handsome and accomplished daughter of the late C. Tennant, of Cadoxton Lodge, in the Vale IYf Neath. Mrs. Stanley (who, as everyone knows, is an artist of exceptional power) is said to have declared when a girl, "No obscure man shall call me wife." True to her resolve, she refused half-a-dozen offeri,, during her first season. Her attention was first attracted to Mr. Stanley when he was searching for Livingstone, and it was at her instigation that lie set out to find Emin Pasha. The wedding took place on July 13, 1890, at Westminster Abbey, and was one of the most brilliant events of the season. The officiating clergy were the Bishop of Ripon, Dean Brad- ley, and Archdeacon Farrar. On their way to the altar the bridal pair had to pass over the grave of Dr. Livingstone. One of the presents to the bride was a bowl and salver from the Principality, on receiving which Mrs. Stanley enthusiastically exclaimed, "Tell them how proud I am to have this grand Welsh present to show my grand Welsh husband!" We shall not dwell on the controversy which arose relative to certain incidents mentioned in a "Life of Major Bartt-lot," and which amounted to charges against Mr. Stanley. He defended himself from these charges before leaving for a lecturing tour in America. On his return with Mrs. Stanley in 1891 he lectured in many parts of the United Kingdom, and in 1892 paid a visit to Australia. On his return he settled in London and took out a certificate of natur- alisation. At the general election of that year Stanley essayed to enter Parliament, and was selected in the Unionist interest as a candi- date for North Lambeth. Here, again, the pluck and perseverance which have all along formed the chief traits in his character were clearly manifested. There was one serious thing against him as a politioal candidate, and that was that he was no platform speaker. He was somewhat awkward in his manner, and he spoke hesitatingly and with apparently great difficulty. In his answers to (Juestions he was sometimes even brilliant, but he was generally never a match for the experienced heckler. He confronted the diffi- culty like a man, fought through good and evil report, and, though at a time of life when few succeed in getting rid of habits contracted at an earlier time of life, became towards the Close of the election one of "London's best candidates. In the end he was beaten by Mr. Coldwells by 130 votes; but he came before the same constituency again in 1895, and made such good use of his first experience that he was returned by 405. It should not be. forgotten that in his elec- tioneering he was vigorously aided by the winning efforts of his accomplished wife. He retired from Parliament in 1900. Stanley paid various visits to Wales, lec- turing and speaking. One of these visits was to Cardiff on June 5, 1891, when he lec- tured) at the Park-hall to a large audience, over which Mr. Lewis Williams presided. Prior to that occasion the distinguished traveller had been presented with the free- dom of Cardiff, but as he was unable owing to illness and engagements to receive the casket in person, it was sent to his Lon- don residence. In his Cardiff lecture Mr. Stanley referred gracefully to the honour done him, and then proceeded to paint a bright picture of the future of Africa. It would never become the home of the white man, as America had, but it would be the nursery of dark nations, not only superior to those who had already arisen there, but he believed of people who would learn to listen to the sounds of church bells and who would hold out to the white people the right hani of fellowship. In an interview pub- lished in these columns at the time Stanley promised that in his autobiography he would tell the whole story of his connection with Wale3. In 1893 appeared his book on "My Dark Companions and Their Strange Stories," and in 1898 his "Through South Africa," being an account of his visit to the Cape. It is curious to note that Stanley was not won over to the cause of the Dark Continent in a moment. "When searching for Livingstone he detested the country and its climate, and despaired of the people. Livingstone, who laid down his life for Africa and the African, would reason with him hour after hour and day after day, but to little purpose at the time. Stanley has told us himself that it was until he penetrated Africa for the second time that he first awoke to the fact that large portions of the interior might re-pay an outlay of labour and money on the part of Europe. Then the bread which Living- stone had cast upon the waters was fouiid indeed', for Stanley remembered the argu- ments of the doctor, and a burning zeal to be up and doing for Africa and its people became the ruling passion of his life." Among the countless honours showered on Stanley were the gold medal of the Royal Geographical Society, and the Geographical Societies of Paris, Italy, and Marseilles; the honorary membership of nearly all the chief geographical societies and chambers of com- merce throughout the world'; the Grand Com- mandership of the Order of the Medjidie, with the star and collar; a unanimous vote of thanks from the United States Congress; and the freedom of the City of London. In addition to the above. Queen Victoria pre- sented Stanley with a valuable memento in recognition of his rescue of Livingstone; and he was specially honoured by other Monarchs. He was created G.C.B. in 1899, and also received honorary degrees of the Univer- sities of Oxford, Cambridge, and Durham. Lady Stanley desires it to be known that Sir Henry would have liked to be buried in Westminster Abbey, near the tomb of Dr. Livingstone. It has been arranged that the funeral ser- vice in Westminster Abbey for the late Sir H. M. Stanley shall take place on Tuesday next. Application for tickets must be made to the secretary, 2, Richmond-terrace, London. In no case should application be made to the Abbey. MESSAGE FROM KING LEOPOLD. King Leopold on hearing of the death of "P Sir Henry Stanley Eent a telegram expressing the keenest sympathy to Lady Stanley. The Administration of the Congo Free State sent a similar message. Both the King and the Congo State will be represented at the funeral.—Reuter.

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CONFESSION OF At six on Tuesday morning ar, labourer, named John Thomas*. Sheffield-road. Ickles, Rotherh* J'' u#, tPv •self up on a charge of murde 1 mour, Jane Hurst Investigate., 1>* jt^J the woman had been attacked: vf: Vj her head being cleft open. if- breathing when foand, an A 1 moments. The motive fo> the j ii known. m