week he will see what he can do for you!"
Mr. C. was very fond of cricket and Cape
smoke.

One of the first things that strikes a newly
arrived settler in a colony is the position of
"labour,"—exactly the reverse of what he
has seen it at home. Here labour goes begging;
in the colonies, it is the employers who are the
petitioners. I have known a lady walk about
the whole day, calling at Hottentot huts, and
offering bribes to any dirty wench she might
find there, to come and be her servant, and all
without success. Yet the lady was
considered the most popular mistress in the town.
I have turned out in a new shooting-coat, and
been immediately assailed with the question,

"Who made it?" " S——," I have replied.

"Oh, do you think he will make me one just
now? Are you in favour with him? If so,
put in a word for me," &c.; though my
questioners were perfectly ready with their money
to pay for the coat, if the tailor would only
"be kind enough" to make it. A watchmaker
once kept my watch three months,
though he only had to put a new glass in it!
He was very fond of hunting and
horse-racing.

I have a great respect for "the rights of
labour," and I think a day's work deserves
a day's pay; but when the supply of work so
far exceeds that of workmen, the employer
stands in a very uncomfortable position, while
idle fellows, by only working an occasional
hour or two at their craft, get very decent
livelihoods. The cricketing glazier and the
horse-racing watchmaker were prosperous
men.

THE SETTLERS formerly had a mutual
distrust and dislike of each other. The English
and Dutch settlers were ever indulging in a
rancorous domestic warfare; but that is
rapidly disappearing and intermarriages are
frequent. The only subject on which any
feud is at present likely to be raised is the
Church. Any attempt on the part of Government
to make the Church of England an
Establishment in the colony will be met with
the most violent and rancorous opposition
from the Dutch colonists. It is not their
Church, and they were owners of the soil and
rulers of the laud, before the English set foot
in South Africa.

The Dutch are a very liberal and hospitable
set of people at the Cape of Good Hope.
In Cape Town many of them are merchants
of the highest standing and consideration.
In other parts of the colony they are principally
"boers,"—that being the Dutch word
for "farmer." In England we attach
something reproachful to the word "boor," which
the persons it designates do not deserve. The
Dutch colonists are seldom engaged in trade.
They are most frugal people, and generally
prosperous; but they are certainly uneducated,
and severely "non-progressionists." They use
the same plough as their ancestors used eighty
years ago, though it is the most lumbering
machine ever beheld, and takes twelve oxen
to draw it. They shear their sheep with the
wool all dirty on their backs, though every
Englishman washes his most carefully, and,
consequently, gets a much higher price for his
wool. They reject steam-mills and every
other improved contrivance for grinding their
corn, and still adhere to the primitive method
of pounding it with a kind of pestle and
mortar. A flail is unknown among them,—
the corn is trodden out by horses or oxen, as
described, or alluded to, in the Laws of Moses;
thus entirely spoiling the straw.

In person, the Dutch boers are the finest
men in the Colony. I have constantly seen
them from six feet two to six feet six inches
high; broad and muscular in proportion.
Their strength is gigantic, and though a very
peaceably disposed set of men, they evidently
entertain a compassionate contempt for any
diminutive "Englander." Their admiration
of feats of daring, activity, and strength, is
unbounded. Such a man as Mr. Gordon
Cumming would be welcomed with open arms,
and begged to stay for any length of time at
the poorest Dutch boer's hut in the Cape
Colony. They marry young, and have
generally very large families. To the second and
third generation they live at the same
homestead, building an additional hut for each
newly-wedded couple. As many of them live
to a great age, it is no uncommon thing to see
a grandfather and grandmother of ninety,
surrounded by half-a-dozen sons, having in
their turn, each one, another half-dozen grown
up children. They are a very religious people,
and observe the sabbath with the greatest
decorum, however far they may be situated
from church or chapel. And indeed it is a
sight calculated to impress the beholder with
the most pleasurable and enduring emotions,
to see assembled in the large room of the
principal dwelling in a Dutch homestead, a
whole family, numbering perhaps forty or
fifty, from the grey-headed grandsire to the
flaxen-locked infant, listening with devout
attention to the hallowed words of the sacred
book, and joining in prayer and praise to the
Great Father of the whole human family.

Four times a year the sacrament is
administered in every Dutch church in the
colony. And then, from far and wide, the
waggons pour into the towns, bringing
families who have travelled even one hundred
and fifty miles to partake of the Lord's Supper.
New Year's Day is always one of these
occasions, and indeed it is a general holiday
throughout the land, and is the most sacred
day in the Dutch Calendar. A stranger
would imagine that some fête or great
entertainment, some fair or festival, had drawn
together the crowds of young and old assembled
in the towns on this day. Little would he
imagine that they had been summoned there
only by the recollection of the divine words,
"This do in remembrance of me."