RICHARD BURTON IN HIS TENT IN AFRICA.
[CONSECRATION.]
TO MY EARTHLY MASTER,
WHO IS WAITING FOR ME ON HEAVEN'S FRONTIERS.
Whilst waiting to rejoin you, I leave as a message to the World we inhabited, the record of the Life into which both our lives were fused. Would that I could write as well as I can love, and do you that justice, that honour, which you deserve! I will do my best, and then I will leave it to more brilliant pens, whose wielders will feel less—and write better.
Meet me soon—I wait the signal!