But I'll never be a Christian

Till some proof of these I see.

Christians are as proud and haughty
As the proudest Moor of all;

And they hate the men that hate them
With a hate like bitter gall."

4. "You judge rashly, O my sister,
In the words you speak to me.

"I would be a Christian, blind man :
Show me Christian charity!

5. "Lo! here comes proud Doña Inez,
Very rich and fair to see;
I am but a Moorish beggar,
Will the lady come to me?
No! she will not, for she hateth
All the children of the Moor.
If she come, I tell you, blind man,
I will kneel, and Christ adore!"

6. Passing was the Lady Inez,

When the dark group met her eye,

And she leant from out her litter

Smiling on them tenderly.

"They are poor, they are God's children,"

Said a voice within her soul,

And she lightly from her litter

Stepped to give the beggars dole.

7. Sneered and laughed, and, laughing, wondered

All the other ladies gay;

And the Lady Inez knew not
She had saved a soul that day.

MAURICE F. EGAN.

Cadiz is a town in the province of Seville, Spain. Tell the story of the poem in your own language.

Maurice Francis Egan was born in Philadelphia, May 24, 1853. Since leaving college he has been by turns college professor, law student, journalist, and editor, and at the present writing is Professor of English Literature in the University of Notre Dame. He is a successful writer of that difficult form of verse, the sonnet, and the author of many popular tales; in the latter he has succeeded in faithfully depicting life among "Irish-Americans."

LESSON XXV.

1. măg′ nātès; n. persons of | 9. văl'anç eş; n. hanging dra

9. bûrn'ished; a. made bright; 14. so nōròùs; a. loud-sound

The Search for Livingstone.

1. On the second day after Stanley's arrival at the capital of Unyanyembe, the Arab magnates of Tabora came to congratulate him. Tabora is the principal Arab settlement in Central Africa, with a population of about five thousand. The Arabs were fine, handsome men, mostly from Oman, and each had a large retinue of servants with him.

2. After having exchanged the usual stock of congratulations, Stanley accepted an invitation to return the visit at Tabora, and three days afterward, accompanied by eighteen bravely dressed soldiers, he was presented to a group of stately Arabs in long white dresses and jaunty caps of snowy white, and introduced to the hospitalities of Tabora.

3. On the 20th of September the American flag was again hoisted, and the caravan, consisting of fifty-four per

sons, started along the southern route toward Ujiji and Livingstone. It moved forward through forests of immense extent, that stretched in grand waves beyond the range of vision;-among ridges, forest-clad, rising gently one above another, until they receded through a leafy ocean into the purple blue distance, where was only a dim outline of a hill far away.

4. Stanley next passed through a grand and noble expanse of grass-land,-which was one of the finest scenes he had witnessed since leaving the coast. Great herds of buffalo, zebra, giraffe, and antelope course through the plain, and the expedition indulged in a day or two of hunting. While crossing a river at this point, Stanley narrowly escaped being devoured by a crocodile, but cared little for the danger, led on, as he was, by the excitement of stalking wild boars and shooting buffalo cows.

5. Now from time to time Stanley heard, from passing savages, occasional rumors of the presence of white men at various points. This encouraged him to believe that Livingstone was not far off, and gave him the necessary boldness to traverse the great wilderness beyond Marara, the crossing of which he was warned would occupy nine days. The negroes became exceedingly pleased at the prospect of their journey's end. They therefore boldly turned their faces north and marched for the Malagarazi, a large river flowing from the east to Lake Tanganyika.

6. On the 1st of November they arrived at the longlooked-for river, and, after crossing the ferry, they met a caravan coming from the interior, and were told that a white man had just arrived at Ujiji.

"A white man?" cried Stanley.

"Yes, an old white man, with white hair on his face, and he was sick."

"And was he ever at Ujiji before?"
"Yes; he went away a long time ago."

"Hurrah!" said Stanley; "this must be Livingstone."

7. He determined to hasten forward at all hazards. The caravan arrived on the 8th of November at the Rugufu River, at which point they could distinctly hear the thunders from the mysterious torrents which rolled into the hollow recesses of Kabogo Mountain on the farther side of Lake Tanganyika. This noise gave Stanley the heartiest joy, because he knew that he was only forty-six miles from Ujiji and possibly Livingstone.

8. About midday on the 9th of November they reached a beautiful series of valleys, where wild fruit-trees grew and rare flowers blossomed. On this day they caught sight of the hills from which Lake Tanganyika could be seen. Stanley ordered his boy, Selim, to brush up his tattered traveling suits, that he might make as good an appearance as possible.

9. On the two hundred and thirty-sixth day from Bagamoyo, and the fifty-first day from Unyanyembe, they saw Lake Tanganyika spread out before them, and around it the great, blue-black mountains of Ugoma and Ukaramba. It was an immense, broad sheet-a burnished bed of silver-a lucid canopy of blue above, lofty mountains for its valances and palm forests for its fringes. Descending the western slope of the mountain, the port of Ujiji lay below, embowered in palms.

10. "Unfurl your flags and load your guns!" cried Stanley.

"Yes, yes!" eagerly responded the men.

“One, two, three!" and a volley from fifty muskets woke up the peaceful village below. The American flag was raised aloft once more; the men stepped out bravely as the crowds of villagers came flocking around them.

Suddenly Stanley heard a voice on his right say in English, "Good-morning, sir." A black man dressed in a long, white shirt announced himself as "Susi," the servant of Dr. Livingstone.

"What! Is Dr. Livingstone here?"

"Yes, sir."

"In the village?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, sure, sir. Why, I left him just now."

11. Then another servant introduced himself; the crowds flocked around anew; and finally, at the head of his caravan, Stanley found himself before a semicircle of Arab magnates, in front of whom stood an old white man with a gray beard.

12. As Stanley advanced toward him, he noticed that he was pale, looked wearied, had on his head a bluish cap with a faded gold band around it, a red-sleeved waistcoat, and a pair of gray tweed trousers. He walked to him, took off his hat, and said, "Dr. Livingstone, I presume."

"Yes," said he, with a smile, lifting his cap slightly.

Then they clasped hands, and after the necessary formalities with the Arab magnates, Stanley explained himself and his mission,

13. It was a great day for the old explorer. There were letters from his children. "Ah!" he said patiently,

"I have waited years for letters."

And you may picture

for yourselves that strangely met pair, seated in the ex