About the middle of the month Mrs.Livingstone was prostrated by this disease; and it was accompanied by obstinate vomiting.

Nothing is yet known that can allay this distressing symptom, which of course renders medicine of no avail, as it is instantly rejected.

She received whatever medical aid could be rendered from Dr.Kirk, but became unconscious, and her eyes were closed in the sleep of death as the sunset on the evening of the Christian Sabbath, the 27th April, 1862.

A coffin was made during the night, a grave was dug next day under the branches of the great baobab-tree, and with sympathizing hearts the little band of his countrymen assisted the bereaved husband in burying his dead.

At his request, the Rev.James Stewart read the burial-service; and the seamen kindly volunteered to mount guard for some nights at the spot where her body rests in hope.
Those who are not aware how this brave, good, English wife made a delightful home at Kolobeng, a thousand miles inland from the Cape, and as the daughter of Moffat and a Christian lady exercised most beneficial influence over the rude tribes of the interior, may wonder that she should have braved the dangers and toils of this down-trodden land.