edicines, tea,
coffee, and sugar were all lost. Wet and weary, and tormented by
mosquitoes, they lay in the canoe till morning dawned, and then proceeded
to Malo, an island at the mouth of the Ruo, where the Bishop was at once
seized with fever.

Had they been in their usual health, they would doubtless have pushed on
to Shupanga, or to the ship; but fever rapidly prostrates the energies,
and induces a drowsy stupor, from which, if not roused by medicine, the
patient gradually sinks into the sleep of death. Still mindful, however,
of his office, the Bishop consoled himself by thinking that he might gain
the friendship of the chief, which would be of essential service to him
in his future labours. That heartless man, however, probably suspicious
of all foreigners from the knowledge he had acquired of white
slave-traders, wanted to turn the dying Bishop out of the hut, as he
required it for his corn, but yielded to the expostulations of the
Makololo. Day after day for three weeks did these faithful fellows
remain beside his mat on the floor; till, without medicine or even proper
food, he died. They dug his grave on the edge of the deep dark forest
where the natives buried their dead. Mr. Burrup, himself far gone with
dysentery, staggered from the hut, and, as in the dusk of evening they
committed the Bishop's body to the grave, repeated from memory portions
of our beautiful service for the Burial of the Dead--"earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the
resurrection of the dead through our Lord Jesus Christ." And in this sad
way ended the earthly career of one, of whom it can safely be said that
for unselfish goodness of heart, and earnest devotion to the noble work
he had undertaken, none of the commendations of his friends can exceed
the reality. The grave in which his body rests is about a hundred yards
from the confluence of the Ruo, on the left bank of the Shire, and
opposite the island of Malo. The Makololo then took Mr. Burrup up in the
canoe as far as they could, and, making a litter of branches, carried him
themselves, or got others to carry him, all the way back to his
countrymen at Magomero. They hurried him on lest he should die in their
hands, and blame be attached to them. Soon after his return he expired,
from the disease which was on him when he started to meet his wife.

Captain Wilson arrived at Shupanga on the 11th of March, having been
three weeks on the Sh