POETRY
... DR. LIVINGSTONE. A continent to open, Its land explore alone, And cross a hidden centre To science vaguely known, Teeming with life or barren Where the sun smites by day, Surmounting all of peril, Though death might bar the way- A traveller went onward, Onward, onward still. 'Mid the glare of torrid light, Orwilds obscure and dim, In all its myriad shapes Was danger met by him; He had the ...