A.--LIST OF CAPTAIN SIR RICHARD F. BURTON'S WORKS. B.--NOTES ON "THE KASÎDAH." C--BHUJANG AND THE COCK-FIGHT. D.--VISIT TO THE VILLAGE OF MEER IBRAHIM KHAN TALPUR, A BELOCH CHIEF. E.--POLITICS. F.--LETTERS BEARING ON THE JEDDAH MASSACRE, AND CHOLERA--HIS WARNING TO THE GOVERNMENT, WHICH CALLED DOWN A REPRIMAND ON HIM. G.--DESCRIPTION OF AFRICAN CHARACTER--THE RAW MATERIAL IN 1856-59. H.--REPORT AFTER GOING TO SEARCH FOR PALMER. I.--OPINIONS OF THE PRESS AND OF SCHOLARS ON THE "ARABIAN NIGHTS." LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. DANEU'S INN, OPÇINA, IN THE KARSO. AKKAS. SIR RICHARD BURTON, 1879. _By Madame Gutmansthal de Benvenuti, Trieste._ STAVE OF MUSIC. SIR RICHARD BURTON IN 1880. HOUSE AT TRIESTE, WHERE BURTON DIED. A CORNER OF THE BURTONS' DRAWING-ROOM AT TRIESTE. RICHARD BURTON IN HIS BEDROOM AT TRIESTE. THE BURTONS' SMOKING DIVAN, TRIESTE. THE VIEW FROM THE BURTONS' BEDROOM AND STUDY OVER THE SEA AT TRIESTE. ARAB TENTS (TUNIS). THE MAUSOLEUM AT MORTLAKE, WHERE SIR RICHARD BURTON IS LAID AT REST. LADY BURTON. THE LIFE OF SIR RICHARD BURTON. CHAPTER I. TRIESTE--HIS FOURTH AND LAST CONSULATE. On the 24th of October, 1872, Richard left England for Trieste, to pass, though we little thought it then, the last eighteen years of his life. He was recommended to go to Trieste by sea, which always did him so much good. He was to go on and look for a house, hire servants, etc.; and I was to lay in the usual stock of everything a Consul could want, and follow as soon as might be by land. We all went down to Southampton to see him off, but, as the gale and fog were awful, they were only able to steam out and anchor in the Yarmouth Roads.[1] On the 18th of November I went down to Folkestone to cross, _en route_ to Trieste, and ran through straight to Brussels, where I slept, and next day got to Cologne. Of course, I stopped and looked at the Cathedral, and went to Johann M. Farina's (4, Jülichs Platz), and the Museum, top of Cathedral, for view, stained glass, and all that; and then I sauntered on to Bonn, Coblenz, Bingen, Castel, Mayence, until I got to Frankfort. I enjoyed the Rhine very much, but my perception for scenery had been a little blunted by the magnificence of South America, and for antiquities by ancient Syria. I thought the finest things in Frankfort were Dannecker's Ariadne, belonging to Mr. Bethmann, a private collection of pictures; and Huss before the Council of Constance, by Lessing; and another of four priests at the throne of the Virgin, by Moretto; and I thought how pretty the place must be in summer.