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 'Tis !—That name a thousand tongues, Through years of hope and fear alternate, uttered; While he who bore it, deep in Afric's wilds, Solving her mystery of ages, trod Her deserts, traced her streams—a pioneer Of science, commerce, liberty, and mercy. —A "weaver boy" thus honoured!—Wherefore not? He wore, indeed, no ducal coronet; Nor dwelt in lordly hall. But "stamp" of "rank" He needed not, while nature's "gold" of manhood, Solid, and pure, and bright, shone through his soul. Rev. H. H. Dugmore.