prayer and meditation. The next day was
Sunday. He asked Mr. Adkin what was being done for 1,000 Cape Mounted
Infantry then stationed there, and when he learnt that nothing was
being done for their spiritual food, he burst into tears. On Monday
morning the first telegram which he sent off to the Cape Government was
a request that a chaplain should be appointed. Mr. Adkin was appointed
and remained chaplain until the force was disbanded. General Gordon
went on to Basutoland, and had wonderful power over the natives. He
told them that no force would be brought against {117} them; he himself
was without weapons. He was settling the country, when news came to
him that the Cape Government was, contrary to stipulation, sending an
armed force against them; so he left the country in twenty-four hours.

Cecil Rhodes was once at Kokstad. When he was near the place, he lay
down on the hillside and exclaimed: 'Oh, how I wish they would let me
alone--let me stay here!' However, he had to go down to be feted. He
was listless, and bored by the banquet, until the present mayor began
to attack him violently in his speech, and to complain about the Cape
Government, and to express a desire that Natal would take them over.
Then Rhodes woke up with a vengeance and gave them a great speech.
Ixopo is where Rhodes started out in South Africa. His name still
figures on the magistrates' books--fined 10_l._, for selling a gun to a
native.

_To his cousin, J. C. H; on the occasion of the death of his brother._

December 7, 1899.

You know, without my saying it, that you have my deep sympathy and
prayers at this time. . . . We dare not and cannot sorrow as do others
who have no certain hope. Our sorrow is of another kind. For I am
quite sure that

In His vast world above,
A world of broader love,
God hath some grand employment for His son.[1]

{118} How real it all makes that other world, to have our own brothers
there! It makes it in a deeper sense our home.

[1] Faber, _The Old Labourer_.

_To the mother of his godchild, Margaret Forbes._

Dore House, St. Leonards: January 10, 1900.

I am so glad to feel that my little godchild will have real training.
I don't know how far I received such a training myself at an early
age . . . I came towards the end of a large family. The only
permanent instruction which I can remember imparted to me by my nursery
maid was a caution not to look behind me when I