He survived his liberation from prison fourteen years, and, gradually sinking into poverty, died in obscure lodgings in Marylebone, not far from the Exhibition, on the 2nd of April, 1898. The name engraved on his coffin was “Sir Roger Charles Doughty Tichborne,” thus maintaining his claim to the very last. CHAPTER XXIV H. M. Stanley sits to Joseph Tussaud--The story of his life--How he found Livingstone--A mysterious veiled lady--The Prince Imperial. In 1873 the nation was saddened by the death at Ilala of Dr. Livingstone, the great missionary-explorer, who, some time before, had disappeared in the trackless wastes of Central Africa while preaching the gospel to savages and making surveys of the great continent. The name of Livingstone will always be bracketed with that of H. M. Stanley, who, as the emissary of the _New York Herald_, “discovered” him. [Illustration: DAVID LIVINGSTONE Missionary and African Explorer, whose model is in the Tussaud collection.] When my father wrote to Stanley asking for a sitting, he replied that he was too heavily engaged at the time writing his book _How I Found Livingstone_, and he proposed that the artist should call and make a study of him at his desk. This he did, with the happy result that he produced a very striking portrait. The story of Stanley’s life is a romance in itself. Born of poor parents at Denbigh, in Wales, about 1840, he at first bore the name of John Rowlands. When about fifteen years of age he worked his way as a cabin boy to New Orleans, where he was employed by a merchant, name Stanley, whose name he assumed. He served in the Confederate Army, contributed to several journals, and in the year 1867 began his connection with the _New York Herald_. As its special correspondent he accompanied Lord Napier’s Abyssinian Expedition, and the first news of the fall of Magdala was conveyed to this country by his paper. He next went to Spain for the _Herald_, and he was in Madrid in October, 1869, when he received the peremptory telegram “Come to Paris on important business.” He immediately complied, and there received from Mr. Bennett, junior, the laconic instruction and valediction, “Find Livingstone! Good-night, and God be with you.” In January, 1871, Stanley reached Zanzibar, and two months later marched into the heart of Africa. It was on the 10th of November that he “found” Livingstone at Ujiji. Well, indeed, as Stanley himself admitted, was he repaid for all the dangers he encountered on his journey when he grasped the hand of the grey-haired old missionary--aged by climate and exposure--whose whereabouts he had been sent to discover.