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IN these days when Eeminiscences are dealt forth so 
freely to the Public, it may seem presumption on my 
part to obtrude my own ; but as the people I have 
been dealing with, and the scenes in which they act, 
differ so widely from those, for instance, of the late 
Mr. Serjeant Ballantyne and of the late Mr. Montague 
Williams, Q.C., I venture to hope that I may secure 
a few readers not only in this Colony but in 

Anacreon says : 

" I fain would sound th' Atreides' praise, 
To Cadmus too my song would raise, 
But that my harp denies its tone 
To any theme save Love alone." 

As least, so I translate his words. Now I do not 
possess a harp, and could not play on it if I did, but 
I have some fear that the steel pen which does duty 
for it with me may in the following pages have 
harped too much on one theme myself. I am sorry 
for this, but I cannot help it. But I think it must 
be almost impossible to write one's personal reminis- 
cences without being egotistical. 

Madame de Goncourt tells us that it is difficult to 
avoid giving offence when writing personalities, and 


she adds : " Surtout qiuind on a des affaires avec les 
gens de la Cour." The French authoress' " gens " and 
her " Cour " differ greatly from the people I have 
endeavoured to sketch, or the court or courts in 
which they mostly play their parts, but her saying 
applies to all alike. I have endeavoured, as far as 
possible, to avoid offensive personalities, bearing in 
mind Othello's injunction to " nothing extenuate or 
set down in malice," especially as regards persons 
still living. I hope I have offended no one, but if 
I should find that I have unwittingly done so, 
my repentance will be sincere and my apologies 

One word more. The whole of this book, from 
first page to last, has been composed without any 
reference to diary, memoranda, or note-book I 
have none. I have had to rely entirely on my own 
memory, but I trust it will be found that I have not 
made many mistakes in regard to events, times, 
places, or persons. 

A. W. C. 


May, 1896. 



I. Early Life False Start Called to Bar Benchers 

Dickens Thackeray Ouikshank . , 1 

II. Joined Cape Bar Bench and Bar as they then were 
First Ketainers Circuits Anecdote of Sir 
A. Cockburn ...... 7 

III. Travelling A Capsize Small-pox Scare Queer 

Night Quarters Practical Jokers ... 20 

IV. Mr. Justice Cloete Telling a Horse's Age 

General Sir A. J. Cloete His Greeting by the 

old Duke of Cambridge 29 

V. Judge Watermeyer Judge Menzies A Snowy 
Outspan A Ticklish Journey through Hex 
River Pass ....... 34 

VI. Mr. Justice Bell and his Peculiarities ... 41 

VII. Terrific Thunderstorm Three days at Roadside Inn 

Queenstown Gaol ..... 47 

VIII. Three Irish Judges Anecdotes of Judges Fitz- 

patrick and Dwyer Attorney-General Griffith . 54 

IX. Antagonism of Races Gross Exaggeration Cape 

Ladies Cape Servants ..... 62 

X. Travelling generally Upset with a Rev. D.D. 

A Prayer-Meeting and Harmony . . .68 

XI. Libel and Slander Duelling My own Experiences 

Fighting a Lady ..... 76 

XII. The Law of the Colony and the Law of England . 81 



XIII. Climate and Scenery ..... 87 

XIV. Our Parliament Sketches in both Houses . . 93 

XV. Some Judicial Experiences of my Own and some of 

other Judges ...... 101 

XVI. My Success at tho Bar The Eules which guided 

me 109 

XVII. Cape Literature, principally Newspaper and 

Periodical My own connection with it . .119 

XVIH. The Present Condition of the Cape Bench and Bar, 

with Sketches from each 127 





Early Life False Start Called to Bar Benchers Dickens 
Thackeray Cruikshauk . 

WHEN and where I was born can have but little 
interest to the reader, but I may state briefly that I 
first saw the light in the year 1823, at what was then 
a beautiful suburb of London, but which has since 
been absorbed into the jaws of the great city, and 
spoilt by being covered by pastry-cook architecture 
in the shape of stuccoed villas. I was educated 
partly at the London University and partly at a 
private school, w T here I imbibed a sincere love for 
cricket and classics. Of course I attended to my 
mathematics also, but they did not gain much of 
my affection. "Which is the better mental training ? 
I can only reply that I think ferreting out the mean- 
ing of a Greek chorus and analysing its language is 
quite as good intellectual exercise as solving tough 
mathematical problems. " But cui bono ? " asks the 
reader "what is the use of your classics?" I 
answer, " They are very useful in my profession ; 



and now in my old age, when my weakness of sight 
almost prevents me from reading, I find great pleasure 
in recalling favourite passages from the Latin, and 
sometimes the Greek poets, and making mental trans- 
lations of them into English verse. I doubt whether 
conic sections or the differential calculus would afford 
me as much consolation." 

My first start in life after the education days were 
over (are they ever over ?) was to enter the office of 
an uncle of mine, a London solicitor of large and 
somewhat exclusive practice. He had most of the 
colleges of the University of Cambridge as his clients, 
and he would have nothing to do with " criminal," 
" bankruptcy," or " insolvent cases." The routine 
of an attorney's office, however, did not suit my 
taste, and my uncle and I agreed to part company. 
It was some time before my future career was 
decided on ; but eventually I joined the Middle 
Temple to keep my terms for the Bar. 

Among my fellow "students" were the late 
Charles Dickens and the late William Makepeace 
Thackeray. Dickens, although he kept more than 
the requisite number of terms, never chose to be 
called to the Bar ; but Thackeray, on the contraiy, 
after the usual probation, became a barrister-at-law. 
On a man's " call-day " it is usual for him to invite 
a few of the most intimate of his friends among the 
students to dine with him, he providing the wine for 
the occasion. Either Thackeray did not know of 
this custom, or did not care enough for any of the 
students to ask them to join him ; so he sat down 
to dinner in the midst of strangers only. Vis-a-vis 
to him sat the cheekiest young gentleman I ever 


knew, and whom I have always regarded as the 
original of Thackeray's Foker. Thackeray observed 
the absence of wine, the usual bottle supplied to 
each mess of four being wanting. 

" There's no wine," he observed. 

"No," replied Foker; "it's your 'call-day,' and 
you're expected to provide it." 

" Oh, I beg pardon ! " replied Thackeray. " I did 
not know that. What wine shall it be ? " 

" I should say champagne," suggested Foker; and 
in a few minutes two bottles stood on the table. 

Foker then tried to draw cut the great man in 
conversation; but Thackeray was very reticent except 
among his intimate friends, when he was a most 
genial and jovial companion. I am afraid Foker 
could derive no satisfaction from his meeting except 
the honour of having dined with him. 

After his admission to the Bar, Thackeray took 
chambers in the Temple, but steadfastly refused all 
briefs brought to him, having neither the inclination, 
nor perhaps the qualification, for practising his pro- 
fession. He was quite right ; and it would have been 
a great pity if he had wasted in the Law Courts the 
splendid qualities which made him, in my opinion, 
the greatest of modern novelists. 

Amongst the benchers of our Inn were Sir Alexander 
Cockburn, the Attorney-General, and Sir Bichard 
Bethell, the Solicitor-General : the former was very 
popular among the students on account of his well- 
known bonhomie, but Bethell was looked at some- 
what askance, being justly credited with a sarcastic 
and bitter tongue. Cockburn was undoubtedly the 
greatest orator of the English Bar. Bethell had no 

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pretensions to what is commonly called, oratory, but 
I never listened to a more lucid or persuasive speaker. 
There was also among the benchers a little, old, 
hunchbacked Baronet, who was also popular amongst 
the students, but from a different cause. The 
students had some funny stories to tell about him ; 
but, as virginibus puerisque canto (or rather scribo), 
I shall refrain from telling any of them. It is suffi- 
cient to say that the old gentleman's morals were 
not supposed to be quite as strait-laced as those of 
his namesake, the tutor of Sandford and Merton. 

In due time I was also called to the Bar. As a 
matter of course I took chambers, and, equally as a 
matter of course, waited in vain for the rush of briefs 
which did not come, and had to be contented with 
the few driblets that did. So I made a dash for 
literature, and my first ' Legend in Verse,' a la 
Ingoldsby, was warmly welcomed by the celebrated 
publisher, Mr. Bentley, w T ho not only paid me hand- 
somely for it, but secured my services as a regular 
contributor to his magazine, ' Bentley's Miscellany.' 
Later- on he published my ' Cape and the Kaffirs,' 
which had a great success, for I never saw a hostile 
criticism of it, and many of them were only too 
flattering. The book was translated into French, 
German, and Dutch, and reprinted in America. 

Of course it is now obsolete, and I should be sorry 
to pin my faith to all the statements and opinions it 
contains. Mr. Bentley was a dear old gentleman, 
and had a fund of anecdote about literary men past 
and present. I recollect his telling me how Godwin, 
the novelist, explained to him his method of framing 
a novel. It was first to devise a final catastrophe, 


and thence to work back from cause to cause till he 
came to the starting-point. 

" Very different," said Mr. Bentley, " from Dickens, 
who never has a plot at all, and you can see that he 
often alters his characters as he goes on from month 
to month." 

But who reads 'Caleb Williams' now? and 'how 
many of even educated men have even heard of it ? 
Yet it was considered unmatched in Godwin's days. 
He was the father of Mrs. Shelley, the author of 
' Frankenstein ' and the wife of the great poet. 

Later on I wrote a novel called ' Lorimer Little- 
good,' which was illustrated by my dear old friend 
George Cruikshank, the great artist. As the work 
came out in monthly parts, I had each month to pay 
a visit to Cruikshank to decide on what should be the 
next illustration. I was a little fond of teasing the 
old gentleman, telling him that he had never been 
so great a caricaturist since he became a teetotaler. 
He stoutly denied this, and referred to his cartoon 
of ' The Bottle ' in refutation of it. I told him 
' The Bottle ' was very clever, but not funny on 
the contrary, somewhat ghastly and repulsive, to my 
taste. He often wished me to stay and dine with 
him ; but, as I had a horror of being obliged to eat 
plum-pudding washed down by cold water, I always 
excused myself. 

Cruikshank had plenty of anecdotes concerning 
literary and artistic men, especially Dickens, of 
whom he was a profound admirer. It is known 
that Dickens never invented a proper name, but 
picked each one up from shop-fronts, the London 
Directory, and other sources. 


Ono day Cruikshank and Dickens were walking 
together, and passed th:: cab-stand which is next to 
St. Martin's Church, Trafalgar Square. Two cabbies 
were chaffing one another, and one said to the other, 
" Oh, don't you corne Oliver Twist over me!" Dickens 
exclaimed, "Did you hear that name? What a 
name ! " and he pulled out his pocket-book and wrote 
it down. I need not say that it became the title name 
of one of his greatest works, which was illustrated 
by Cruikshank himself. If I recollect, this was the 
only complete work of Dickens which Cruikshank 
.did illustrate, but he did his work admirably upon it. 


Joined Cape Bar Bench and Bar as they then were First 
Retainers Circuits Anecdote of Sir A. Cockburn. 

I HAVE always agreed with Sir Walter Scott that 
literature is a good w r alking-stick but a bad crutch ; 
that it is very well as an assistance, but except in the 
cas2 of great genius it does not do to rely on it for 
one's exclusive support. So hearing at this time from 
a brother of mine, then in the Colony, that there was 
plenty of room for an advocate in the Supreme Court, 
I determined to start for the Capa and try my fortune 
there. There were no' steamers on the line in those 
days, so I had to travel by a sailing-ship, which made 
the passage in sixty days. However, I employed my 
time in diligently studying Grotius, Van der Linden, 
and other Roman-Dutch law authorities. I arrived in 
the Colony in July, 1856, and was immediately after- 
wards sworn in and admitted as an advocate of the 

I may here state what were the impressions I 
formed of the appearance of the three judges who 
then occupied the Bench. I am not speaking of 
their intellectual qualifications, which were great, 
but of their looks only. 

The Acting Chief Justice, Mr. Bell, reminded me 
of a respectable London butler out of place ; Mr. 
Justice Cloete, of a retired general with a dash of the 
martinet temper in him ; and Mr. Justice Water- 
meyer, of a prosperous English farmer or grazier. 


The Registrar of the Court was Mr. Thomas Hemy 
Bowles, an English barrister, a man of excellent 
family and a polished gentleman, though somewhat 
eccentric. It is said that a wicked lawyer's clerk 
once induced him when he was very busy at other 
Court work to sign his own death-warrant, com- 
manding the sheriff to hang Thomas Henry Bowles 
by the neck till he was dead. The old gentleman 
used to reside in a small house in Grave Street, with 
no other companion or attendant than a venerable 
housekeeper. It is said that he never but once 
invited a friend to share his dinner. 

The Master of the Court was Mr. Stewart, a man 
of ancient Scottish lineage, polished and courteous 
like the Registrar, but very reticent, except to a 
friend to whom he might take a fancy. I was. 
fortunate enough to become one such, and he used 
to tell me the most amusing Scotch anecdotes. I 
never knew him laugh out loud, but he used to be 
convulsed with inward laughter, when his face would 
become crimson, making him look, as a friend of 
mine described it, like a dissipated old Punch. 

The Interpreter was Mr. J. C. B. Serrurier, and an 
excellent one he was. He was very sensitive about 
the pronunciation of his name, strongly objecting to- 
the " Sirringee " which many Dutchmen gave it. "If 
my name was the equivalent of ' Locksmith,' I don't 
think I should be particular about its pronunciation : 
I think I could be content with even ' Chubb.' ' 
I must not forget the Usher of the Court, who- 
used unconsciously to make the most hideous grimaces 
while listening to the arguments of counsel, or the 
judgments delivered from the Bench ; so that it was 


difficult for one who looked in his direction to keep 
from bursting into laughter. 

The Bar consisted of Mr. William Porter, the 
Attorney-General, the most admirable orator I ever 
listened to in the Colony or in England. His face 
was handsome, his physique commanding, and his- 
voice the most beautifully modulated I ever heard ; 
but then I confess I never heard Spurgeon. Next 
came Mr. C. J. Brand, afterwards Sir Christoffel, and 
the first Speaker of the House of Assembly. He was- 
a profoundly read Roman-Dutch lawyer, but never 
thoroughly mastered the English language or its 
accent, while he pronounced his Latin in true Dutch 
style, mercilessly throwing in all the gutterals. A 
listener declared that he heard him make seventeen 
false quantities in his quotations in an hour. Very 
likely. The Continentals do not care so much about 
quantities as the English, amongst whom, as Max 
O'Rell says, it is equivalent to the commission of a. 
crime to make a false one. 

Next came Mr. P. J. Denyssen, a good, amiable- 
man who was rather proud of his English, which 
was really correct enough except for the overrolling 
of the letter ' r.' His Latin he pronounced in the style 
of the English public schools, having been principally 
taught it by a clergyman of the Church of England ; 
he was one of the best classics the Cape has ever 
known, and used to boast jokingly that he had 
had the satisfaction of caning two of the Judges on 
the Bench Mr. Justice Denyssen and Mr. Justice 
Watermeyer, who had both been his pupils. 

Next came Mr. J. H. Brand, afterwards Sir John 
Brand, the President of the Orange Free State. He 


was deeply read in Boinan-Dutch law, but profoundly 
ignorant of literature in general ; so that I doubt 
whether he could have distinguished between a 
quotation from Shakespeare arid one from Dickens. 
He was somewhat of a peppery temper (I used to call 
him "firebrand"), but a really good, kind-hearted man, 
and irreproachable in every domestic relation of life. 

After him came Mr. E. B. Turner, commonly 
called " Dick " by his friends a very jolly fellow, an 
Oxford M.A., and a barrister of Lincoln's Inn, but 
perhaps with the most infinitesimal knowledge of 
law ever possessed by a man professing to practise 
at the profession. 

I omitted the names of two gentlemen, who were, 
however, seniors to all those I have referred to. The 
one was Mr. William Hiddingh, still alive in his 
eighty-ninth year, but who even in the days to which 
I am referring possessed a fortune which made him 
independent of practice. The other was a Mr. J. H. 
Dreyer, who was really too nervous to practise. I 
have seen, when he only had to mention a matter of 
costs to the Bench, the paper trembling in his hand 
to such an extent as to suggest a humanised sensitive 
plant. Alas, all those I have mentioned, with this 
one exception, have gone to that "country from 
whose bourne no traveller returns " ! 

I received a few briefs in Cape Town, some of 
them, I suppose, only complimentary ; and then I 
accepted an invitation and retainers of Mr. G. 
Chabaud, a well-known solicitor of Port Elizabeth 
and a distant relation of my own, to go to the 
Circuit Courts of Port Elizabeth and Grahamstown. 
So I took passage by sea to Algoa Bay. I was 


succ sssful beyond my expectations at both towns. I 
don't recollect that I lost a single case, while I know 
that I gained two or three of great importance. I 
looked upon my success at the Capo Bar as now 
assured ; and I was right, for on my return to Cape 
Town the briefs poured in merrily. Perhaps I may 
mention here that Acting Chief Justice Mr. Bell was 
the presiding judge at the two Circuit Courts. He 
was the most wonderful combination of learning and 
ignoranc2 I ever knew. I have heard him give 
judgments of great learning and research, and I have 
known him show ignorance which would shame a 
lawyer's clerk of three or four months' standing : thus 
in Grahamstown I had to defend the indorser of a 
promissory note on the ground that he had received 
no proper notice of dishonour. 

" Did ye get ye notice ? " said the judge, who was 
very Scotch in his accent when he got excited. 

" Yes, my lord, but only seven days instead of one 
after being dishonoured." 

" But ye got ye notice ; so I think I must give 
notice against ye." 

" Will your Lordship allow this case to be referred 
to the Supreme Court ? " 

The Judge, contemptuously " Certainly, if ye wish 

To the Supreme Court, accordingly, the case 

I stated what my defence had been, and the other 
two judges looked with some astonishment at Mr. 
Bell. A little whispering took place between the 
three judges, when Mr. Bell said 

" Was this the form in which the case came before 
me in Grahamstown ? " 


" Yes, my lord ; if not, the fault must be mine " 
by way of soothing him. 

Needless to add, the judgment was at once given 
in iny client's favour. 

On another occasion I rose to re-examine my own 
witness. The judge stopped me, saying 

"If ye want to put any other questions ye must 
do it through the Court." 

" Surely, my lord, I have a right to re-examine 
my own witness after he has been cross-examined by 
the other side ? " 

" Where's ye authority for that ? " 

My answer was, "I never expected to be called 
upon for an authority upon so simple a matter." 

" Then ye accept my ruling ? " 

" On the contrary, my lord, I protest against it." 

The judge twisted about, evidently irritated, and 
asked the Registrar to hand him up ' Roscoe on Evi- 
dence '-in criminal casss. Having dived his spectacles 
into the book, he said 

" I see ye 're right ; but ye can't expect me to carry 
all the law in my head, and ' protest ' is a strong word 
to use to the Bench." 

The case then went on. It must, not be supposed 
from this that there was enmity between Judge Bell 
and myself; on the contrary, we were very good 
friends, and I often received very strong compliments 
from him. 

For my next Circuit trip I had received a retainer 
from a well-known firm of solicitors in Port Elizabeth, 
begging me to come up there some days before the 
sitting of the Court in order to master the details of 
a fire insurance case in which the amount involved 
was 20,000 ; so I determined to try the post-cart. 


In those days these carts were totally without 
cover or shelter of any kind, being simply a large 
box on wheels, with seats back and front a la 
dog-cart. Each was drawn by two horses, and 
driven almost entirely by coloured men, w T ho divided 
their time into lashing their horses into a furious 
pace and falling asleep and letting them go as they 
wished. I several times had to take. the reins, fearing 
a capsize. The roads were abominable, stony, and 
broken, and often quite dangerous. There were no 
stoppages except to change horses, and no possibility of 
getting any sleep, for to have attempted it would have 
been to have risked being thrown off and run over. 

My original intention was to stop at Swellendam, 
a distance of about 144 miles from Cape Town, sleep 
there, and wait for the next cart they started three 
times a week then on to George, about an equal 
distance, sleep there, and wait again for the next 
cart, and thence on to Port Elizabeth. But on arriving 
at Swellendam I felt so lively, notwithstanding a 
rather cold night's drive, that I determined to push 
on by the same cart to George ; again, on arriving at 
George, I felt well enough to go on without rest to Port 
Elizabeth. When I reached that place the landlord 
-of the hotel to which I went greeted me with 

" Where from, sir? " 

" Cape Town," I replied. 

" Oh, yes, sir ! But where from last ? " 

" Cape Town," I answered again. 

"Do you mean to say that you have come right 
through without resting ? " 

" Certainly ! " I said. " Three days and three 
nights with no rest, and very little to eat or drink." 


"Good gracious!" he cried. "The only gentle- 
man I have ever known do that was laid up for three 
weeks at this hotel from fatigue." 

" Now, landlord, give me a good warm bath, and 
then a good breakfast, and I may take a nap ; but I 
have no intention of being laid up." Nor was I. 

The great case for which I was retained w r as a very 
interesting one. The plaintiff, a merchant in Port 
Elizabeth, had had all the contents of his store de- 
stroyed by fire, and claimed altogether .20,000 from 
the various offices from which he was insured. The 
companies resolved to amalgamate for the purpose of 
defence, which was really that the store had not 
contained any goods of that value. There was also 
an insinuation of arson ; but as it was not pleaded 
no evidence could be taken on that matter. 

The presiding judge was the new Chief Justice, Sir 
William Hodges, then recently arrived from England. 
He was a pleasant, good-natured man, somewhat like 
a pork-butcher in appearance, but with no prejudices 
except, as a friend wrote from England except 
against the letter ' h,' and certainly that prejudice was 
very strong. During the progress of our case offers 
were made to us from the other side which the judge 
kept warning us to consider seriously. At last came 
an offer of 10,000. The judge said 

" I really think you ought to consult on this 

We asked for an adjournment, and after about an 
hour's consideration we returned into Court to 
announce that we accepted the offer. Judgment 
was entered accordingly. 

To our great annoyance, we heard afterwards that 


the judge had said at an evening party, " I think 
they should have stood out for more. If it had been 
left to me I think I should have given them 15,000." 
This was the more annoying because he had really 
all but driven us into accepting the compromise. 
But the matter was now past mending. 

A somewhat humorous incident occurred during the 
trial. Mr. J. H. Brand, for the defendants, had called 
as a witness a Mr. Crump, a Grahamstown merchant, 
and the following conversation took place : 

" You were in the plaintiff's store, I believe, about 
two months before the fire occurred ? " 


" What did you go there for ? " 

" To see the plaintiff, who is an old friend of 

" You found him there ? " 


" What did you do ? " 

" Smoked a cigar with him." 

" Did you notice the contents of the store? " 


" But you must have seen them." 

"I suppose so; but seeing and noticing are two 
different things." 

" Could you form any estimate of the value of the 
contents of the store ? " 

" Not the remotest in the world ! " 

" Then you know nothing at all about the case? " 

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"Exactly so nothing." 

Mr. Brand flopped down in his seat somewhat 
irritated. The judge gave the usual nod to the 
witness to signify that he might go ; but the latter 


leant forward in the witness-box, and in the blandest 
tones asked 

" My lord, am I at liberty to return to Grahams- 
iown, as I have been detained here for some days at 
.great inconvenience ? " 

The Chief Justice said 

" Mr. Brand, do you think you will want this 
witness any more ? " 

" No, my lord," growled the learned counsel. 

The witness then, with a polite bow to both Bench 
and Bar, left the Court. His coolness was delicious. 

Sir William Hodges had not much legal learning, 
as I have already said, and on his arrival in the 
Colony his ignorance of Roman-Dutch law was com- 
plete. In endeavouring to make himself acquainted 
with it, his defective scholarship offered an impedi- 
ment, as he could not read the Latin authorities with 
much facility. But he was a very pleasant companion, 
and had been much liked by his brother barristers on 
the Western Circuit in England. He had many good 
anecdotes to tell, and amongst others was one of Sir 
Alexander Cockburn, who was the leader of the Circuit, 
and was very fond of Mr. Hodges. As I believe it has 
never appeared in print, I shall give it here. 

" Hodges," asked Cockburn, " have you ever heard 
how I first got into good practice ? " Hodges 

" I have heard many stories about it, but I don't 
know which is the true one." 

" Well, then, I will tell you the correct one. 

" Shortly after my call to the Bar, my uncle, the 
Baronet, had a heavy Chancery suit connected with 
his landed property. He expressed his wish to his 


solicitor that I should hold the junior brief in the 
case. ' But,' said the solicitor, ' I believe your nephew 
had joined the Common Law Bar ? ' 

"'Yes,' replied my uncle; 'but surely that does 
not prevent him from accepting a brief in a special 
case in the Court of Chancery ? ' ' No, it does not,' 
replied the solicitor ; and so I got the brief. Although 
I was only to be junior in the case, I got up facts 
and arguments as if it all rested on me. The day 
before the suit was to be heard in the Lord Chan- 
cellor's Court I got a letter from my leader, saying 
that it was impossible for him to attend the next 
day, and urging me to go on by myself. I confess I 
was a little bit nervous about this ; however, in the 
morning I took my seat in the Court. The suit 
being called on, I rose and told the Lord Chancellor 
that it was impossible for my leader to be present. 
The Chancellor Lord Brougham said, ' Go on 
with the case yourself, Mr. Cockburn ; I'm sure you 
will do it every justice.' The solicitor urged me to 
do the same, and so I complied. 

" I began carefully my statement of facts, and then 
proceeded to my arguments. The Chancellor at first 
listened to me with the greatest attention ; but after a 
time I saw him take up sheet after sheet of litter- 
paper, evidently conducting a large private corre- 
spondence of his own, but I went on all the same. 
At the conclusion of my address the Lord Chancellor 
paid me some compliments, then shortly summed up 
the case, and gave judgment dead against me. This, 
you will say, was not very promising. 

" But I may tell you that I had once or twice while 
addressing the Court noticed a most respectable old 



gentleman with powdered hair and wearing tight 
pantaloons and Hessian boots. He was sitting on the 
bench reserved for the solicitors, and was apparently 
wrapped in attention to all my arguments, every 
now and then glancing up at the Chancellor. 

" A month or two later I went on my first Circuit, 
but hardly got a brief to speak of till I reached 
St. Ives, in Cornwall. Here some half-dozen briefs 
were sent to me all endorsed with the name of the 
same solicitor but one, which I did not recognise. 
Then I got a request from the solicitor to fix a time for 
a consultation. He duly arrived, and, after puzzling 
my mind for a minute or so, I recognised in him the 
old gentleman I had seen in the Lord Chancellor's 
Court. I was very successful with his cases, winning, 
I think, nearly every one of them ; and at the con- 
clusion of the Circuit he thanked me warmly for my 
.attention to them. 

" Next Circuit the same thing occurred hardly any 
briefs until I again got into Cornwall, where they 
poured in as before from the same old gentleman. I 
afterwards heard that a friend of his had asked him 
why he took such a fancy to me. 

" ' My dear sir,' he replied, 'you don't know what 
talent that young Cockburn has ! I happened to be 
present when he argued, I think, his first case in the 
Lord Chancellor's Court. I was greatly pleased ; and 
so impressed was the Lord Chancellor that he hardly 
ceased from taking notes of the counsel's arguments.' 
"He had evidently mistaken the private letters 
which the Chancellor was writing for notes of my 
speech. However, his mistake stood me in good 
stead, for it not only brought me the briefs in 


question, but next Circuit a flood of them from all 
parts on our route. I had established my reputa- 

Sir Alexander was a man of great frankness. On 
one occasion he had a brief in a great trespass case 
cennected with some property in Cambridgeshire. A 
brother of mine, who was his junior, had carefully 
worked up the diagrams and plans of the estate, 
and in consultation proceeded to explain them to 

"Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Cole," he said; "I 
know every inch of the property : I poached over it 
many a time when I was at the University." 

His splendid oratory told rather against him with 
the attorneys, who are apt to fancy that a brilliant 
speaker must be but a poor lawyer. So when he was 
appointed Chief Justice of England many were the 
prophecies that he would be a dead failure on the 
Bench ; but he disappointed them all and became, 
I think, the greatest English Chief Justice of the 
present century ; while his judgment in the famous 
arbitration case in Geneva between England and 
the United States, and in which he differed from his 
colleagues, stamped him as a man of unsurpassed 
ability. I think almost every Englishman acknow- 
ledges that he was right, and even the Yankees don't 
care to discuss the question. 

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Travelling A Capsize Small-pox Scare Queer Night Quarters 
Practical Jokers. 

THE usual method of travelling Circuit when I 
joined the Bar, and for some years afterwards, was 
for each man to have his own cart and horses, the 
cart carrying himself and driver, his luggage, and a 
certain supply of provisions for the road. The start 
was made at sunrise. After two or two-and-a-half 
hours' journeying we outspanned for breakfast, knee- 
haltering the horses, and letting them graze and get 
water. Meantime our servants collected fuel, of 
which there was generally plenty about, made a fire, 
and set on the kettle to boil, and also on a gridiron 
on the ashes cooked some chops, or a dish of eggs 
and some toast. When we had breakfasted we 
. smoked our cigars. This all took an hour or more, 
when we inspanned and started again for about the 
same time as in the first instance, when we again 
outspanned for lunch. This generally consisted of 
cold provisions, potted meats, &c., and a bottle of 
Bass. Then we started again until we arrived at 
the inn or other place where we were to have dinner 
and spend the night. We were generally expected 
at this place, and got very decent fare. Next day 
we went through the same process, till we reached 
the Circuit town for which we were bound. These 
journeys were on the whole by no means unpleasant, 


although some of us growled at their monotony and 
the slow pace, which seldom exceeded more than six 
miles an hour. It was, however, rather an expensive 
way of travelling, costing each man ahout two guineas 
a day, besides his servants' wages, wear and tear of 
cart and harness, and the occasional sickness of his 
horses. When this occurred the only thing was to 
sell the pair generally for ahout half the price they 
had cost you and buy a new pair. 

In this way I had once to leave no less than 
three pair of horses behind me, and the result 
was a big hole in my fees. Sometimes two men 
would join in the same cart. I did this once myself, 
with my friend Dick Turner, who, however, was 
only going part of the Circuit, while I was bound 
for the whole. On our journey we had a little 
adventure. Leaving Grahamstown for Fort Beau- 
fort, Turner, who was driving, struck on a new road 
which was being made ; but the workman suddenly 
ran forward, crying, " You can't pass the road is 
not finished ! " 

Turner hurriedly pulled his horses to turn back, 
but unfortunately dropped one rein, which caused 
the horses to twist back suddenly, upsetting the cart 
bottom upwards, and running some yards with it in 
that position. Turner and I and the groom were, of 
course, thrown out sprawling on the ground. 

A good-natured English farmer came running 
towards us, asking whether we were hurt. We 
assured him that with the exception of a few 
scratches we were undamaged. Upon this he put 
his hands on his knees, and burst into shouts of 
laughter, crying 


" And a couple of lawyers too ! " for he knew us. 

He seemed to think it the greatest piece of fun in 
the world to see a couple of lawyers capsized. We 
then went on our way, the horses, which were 
naturally a lively pair, being greatly excited by the 

After reaching a certain town Turner left me to 
return to Cape Town by post-cart, and I became 
coachman for the rest of the journey. It was the 
only journey in which I fell in with a severe snow- 
storm, which lasted two whole days, and, as I had 
foolishly brought no overcoat with me except the 
old style of glazed mackintosh, it may be imagined I 
was not particularly warm. The storm, went on till 
I reached the Oude Berg, on the other side of which 
lies Graaf Eeinet, when it began to turn to sleet, and 
then to rain, until, descending to the town itself, I 
got into perfectly fine weather. 

It must be remembered that in those days there was 
but one Circuit for the whole Colony, starting from 
Cape Town and reaching all the way to Aliwal North, 
then the Ultima Thule of the Colony, and thence 
turning back through Colesberg, Burghersdorp, &c., 
and thence by the Great Karoo home. 

In many parts of the country we got very poor 
accommodation, and had to rough it a good deal. 
I have often slept for the night in the open air lying 
on the sand in the Karoo. But I must confess I 
slept soundly. The farmers, as a rule, w r ere very 
hospitable. On one occasion, however, we were a 
little thrown out in our calculations. I had a cart 
and four horses, as my wife was travelling with me. 
We were leaving by our usual road from Burghersdorp 


on the way to Colesberg. Coming to a certain point 
of the road, we were going to take the usual turn to 
a farmer's house, which we had been accustomed to 
visit, but found it blocked with stones across it. 
Thinking that they must have made a new road up 
to the house further on, we jogged resignedly along ; 
but no such new road was to be found ; we therefore 
struck away by another route, making sure of finding 
another farmhouse. It became quits dark before we 
found any such place ; but after a time we heard the 
sound of people talking, evidently Kaffirs. For- 
tunately, one of our party was an attorney who 
spoke Kaffir as well as English. He called to the 
speakers in their native language and asked them 
where we were. They told us it was a Mr. - 's 
place, but that he and all his family were away 
from home, and had removed all the furniture of the 
house with them. However, they allowed us to 
enter the house, from which even the doors of the 
rooms had been removed ; but my wife discovered 
one door lying down, and it was unanimously resolved 
to make it our table. One of our servants had a 
candle, and I proposed that we should tap a bottle of 
Bass and use the bottle as a candlestick. Then we 
got in the cushions from our carts, overcoats, 
wrappers, etc., and we managed to get wood enough 
from the Kaffirs, with which we made a fire on the 
hearth of what appeared to be the principal sitting- 
room. All of us then contributed our stock of pro- 
visions, which w r as but a scanty one after all, and 
then proceeded to make our supper off them. So 
far from being at all put out, my wife enjoyed the 
fun of the adventure greatly. The sitting-room was 


assigned to us as our bedroom, and the others 
occupied different smaller rooms. 

Somehow or another we managed to sleep through 
the night pretty well, until, at the very peep of day, 
we again started on our journey. It was a lovely 
morning, and we enjoyed the very pretty sight of 
seeing the springboks start from the ground where 
ihey had been sleeping, and after a few bounds in 
the air turning round to look at us with curiosity, 
for it was a very unfrequented road, and they were 
unaccustomed to the sight of such a cavalcade as our 
party formed. 

I may here mention that there had been an out- 
break of small-pox in the Colony, and that there 
were two cases of it in the hospital about a mile out- 
side Burghersdorp, from which place we last hailed ; 
thus we were looked on by the farmers as dangerous 
infected people. This had led to the closing of the 
road which we had intended to take, and I believe 
also to the bolting of the farmer from the place we had 
just quitted. The Boers were terribly afraid of the 
disease, and, considering the ravages it had cnce 
created in Cape Town, when nearly a third of the 
Malay population was swept away by it, one can 
hardly be surprised at their nervousness. 

We pushed on very hungry, making for a farm 
which we were accustomed to visit in order to get 
breakfast there. On arriving we saw only one man 
a son of the house who looked very frightened, 
especially when Mr. Denyssen, one of our party, 
who knew him, shook him by the hand. I think lie 
looked upon himself then as doomed to the pokkies, 
as the Boers cill it. The house, though containing 


plenty of inhabitants, was locked up to prevent our 
entering it, with the exception of one room, which 
had apparently been forgotten, and into this one we 
made our entrance. 

Mr. Denyssen explained to the farmer that we 
wanted breakfast, as we had had but a poor supper 
the night before, and were very hungry. But the 
man seemed powerless to help us. My wife, who 
spoke Cape Dutch very well, took up the matter, and 
told the man in tones loud enough to be heard by 
the rest of the people in the house that we should not 
go away till we had had breakfast. This somewhat 
frightened them, and the old lady of the house was 
heard exclaiming, " This is shameful fancy taking 
one's house like that ! " Then, apparently to a servant, 
" Watch until they are all out of the room, and then 
lock the door." But we were too smart for that, and 
took care that whoever might leave the room there 
should be always one left in it. A servant afterwards 
made her appearance, keeping, however, a long way 
off. My wife called to her, " Get us some break- 
fast at once ! We shall not leave the house till we 
have it." 

A conference apparently ensued between the 
mistress and maid ; and the latter after a time cried 
out, still keeping a long way off, " There's breakfast 
ready in the next room," the door of which she had 
left open. We got a very fair meal, and were hungry 
enough to dispose of it. Then Mr. Denyssen settled 
with his friend for the forage and the breakfast, and 
we jogged along on our way to Colesberg, only about 
two hours distant. 

We afterwards heard that the poor man who had 


shaken hands was locked out of the house and 
refused admission. But the judge, Mr. Justice 
Cloete, arrived in the place the same evening, and, 
finding how matters stood, addressed the man, saying, 
" I shall order my people to help my horses to the 
forage they require ; you may starve me if you like, and 
I can sleep in my waggon." Then he harangued the 
man about the cruelty, inhumanity, and want of 
Christian feeling shown by him and the rest of the 
people in the place, and told them that God would 
certainly punish them for it. 

The old gentleman's eloquence produced its effect, 
for one by one the inmates came out of the house 
and begged him to forgive them, which after a show 
of resistance he did. He got a capital dinner, and 
slept comfortably that night. 

Before leaving the subject of small-pox, I may 
relate how two young scamps took advantage of the 
scare for their own amusement. They got a cart 
and horses and drove about the country, generally 
seeking out remote farm-houses. The farmer, seeing 
their approach, would come out of the house holding 
up his hands and shouting, " You can't come here 
you can't come here ! " In return they cried out, 
" But we are doctors come to vaccinate you, and 
prevent you from getting the pokkies." 

Then the farmer's tone changed. 

" Come in then at once ! " which they did ; and in a 
short time one arm of every inmate of the house was 
bared for the operation. Then the two young fellows 
took out a bottle of curdled sour milk, and, dipping 
their penknives into it, proceeded to " vaccinate " the 
people. Whether they took money for this I cannot 


say, but they certainly got the best eating and 
drinking which the farmers could provide for them. 

One of these young gentlemen, whom I will call 
Mr. S., some time afterwards played another game. 
He was in the town or village of George, whether oil 
business or otherwise I do not know. A rumour got 
abroad that he was a celebrated English barrister 
who was having a look at the country before settling 
to practise in it. A Dutch farmer whom I remember 
very well, hearing this report, went to the hotel where 
Mr. S. was staying, and asked to see him. He was 
admitted, and then proceeded to tell in Cape Dutch 
his complaint about an assault to which he had been 
subjected, and for which he wished to bring an action 
in the George Circuit Court. It never seems to have 
struck him as strange that a newly arrived English 
barrister should have a perfect command of the Cape 
Dutch, as Mr. S. certainly had. His story was 
shortly that, being in the bar of a hotel in the place , 
he got into a quarrel with two other men, who then 
attacked him, knocked him about, and tore off one 
tail of his coat, for he wore a long-tailed coat in 
honour of some festive meeting. Mr. S. kept using 
pen and ink while the story went on, and at the end 
of it produced a capital sketch for he was a skilful 
draughtsman in which he had made a very good 
likeness of his client, and a fancy sketch of two other 
men in the act of tearing off the coat-tail. 

Now he said " I suppose if one of your Cape 
advocates had your case he would make a long 
speech to the judge describing how things happened ; 
but that's not the way we do it in England now. I 
hand up this sketch to the judge, and say, ' There, 


my lord, you can see how it all happened ' it saves 
a great deal of time." 

" But that's capital ! " 

" Well, now remember the Circuit Court sits here 
in about a fortnight so don't be too late." 

" No, mynheer," said the farmer ; " but how much 
have I to pay, mynheer? " 

" Oh, " said S., "I won't take any money from 
you at present, but you may stand half-a-dozen 
champagne if you like." 

" Certainly," said the farmer, and the wine was 
soon forthcoming. They drank a bottle of it together, 
and then the farmer took his departure, Mr. S. 
consigning the other five bottles to his travelling- 

When the Circuit came on, needless to say, no 
Mr. S. was to be found, no one knew whence he came, 
nor where he had gone ; so the poor farmer had still 
to bewail the loss of his coat-tail and of the money 
he had spent on the champagne. 


Mr. Justice Cloete Telling a Horse's Age General Sir A. J, 
Cloete His Greeting by the old Duke of Cambridge. 

MR. JUSTICE CLOETE was a man of remarkable 
ability ; he was not only a lawyer of great learning. 
but a man of good literary taste, and of course his 
command of the Dutch and English languages was 
perfect. He was fond of telling anecdotes, and some 
of them were very amusing. When at the University 
of Leyden, where he took his degree, he had as fellow- 
students two twin brothers, so perfectly like one 
another in face, figure, voice, and height that even, 
their own parents could not distinguish one from the 
other. The young fellows took advantage of this 
resemblance, and always dressed precisely alike. The 
consequence was that if a complaint to the Univer- 
sity authorities was made against either of them the 
accuser was confronted with two, and asked to point 
out which one it was, and this he could not do, and so 
both escaped, as it would have been unjust to punish 
the innocent and guilty alike. 

On one occasion one of the brothers, who had been 
unshaved three or four days, entered a barber's shop 
and asked to be operated on. The barber at once 
1 landed him a seat. 

" But," said the young gentleman, " are you sure 
you can shave quite clean, so that I shall not have 
my beard sticking out again in two or three hours ? " 

"Oh, you may be quite sure of that!" said the 
barber, laughing, and the shaving took place. 


Two or three hours later the other brother came 
into the shop with a four days' heard on him. 

"Look here, now is this what you call clean 
shaving? " 

" Good heavens ! " cried the barber, throwing up 
his hands. " Is it possible for a man's beard to grow 
so fast as that ? " 

Of course, he hadn't the least doubt that it was the 
man he had shaved three or four hours before. 

When first joining the Cape Bar Mr. Cloete received 
a brief to defend a man charged with murder; it 
looked a very ugly case, and he had little hope of 
success ; but, to his surprise, the man was acquitted. 
He went home delighted to tell his parents of what 
had happened. An old English Colonel, who was 
staying in the house, said 

"Well, Cloete, I have lived two or three years in 
this country, and my belief is that it requires a 
devilish good deal of interest to get hanged in it." 

Mr. Cloete was for some time the Recorder of 
Natal, w T hich was then a Crown Colony dependent 
on the Cape, and he was much liked and respected 
there. On one occasion he had to preside at the 
trial of a man charged with very serious assault. 
Among the witnesses called for the Crown were two 
a man named Murphy and a woman named Mrs. 
McGrath. The evidence of the former w r as very 
clear; but the woman confessed that she had been 
asleep for a considerable time during which the dis- 
turbance had been committed. Summing up the 
case to the jury, the judge said 

" Murphy's evidence is clear enough ; but I don't 
think you can rely much on that of Mrs. McGrath, 
because according to her own account she was for 


some time in the arms of Morpheus " the god of 

" Me lad, me lad," shouted the woman, standing 
up in Court, " plaze doon't take away my character 
like that ! I never was in Murphy's arms in my life ! " 

The judge was somewhat of an irritable temper ; 
but a few soft words always smoothed him down, 
and, if he showed any irritation with the counsel 
whom he thought wandered from the point, he was 
always ready to apologise when he found out his 
mistake. He once while at the Bar challenged the 
late Mr. Justice Menzies dead some years before I 
came into the Colony for real or fancied insult ; 
but the judge refused the challenge, and Mr. Cloete 
had to let his anger quietly cool down. 

He w r ould have made a capital soldier, being a man 
of great courage, who never shirked any danger which 
presented itself while travelling on Circuit. His next 
brother, General Sir Josias Cloete, K.C.B., &c., had 
joined it in early life. He never married till he was 
more than sixty-five years of age, and had two 
children by his wife, a son and a daughter. He 
lived to see the former a captain in the Artillery, 
and his daughter married to a man of good position 
in England. He died at the age of ninety-five, " the 
father of the British Army." 

On first joining the Service he was gazetted to a 
crack Hussar regiment, the Colonel-in-Chief of which 
was the late Duke of Cambridge, father of the present 
one. His Royal Highness once paid his regiment a 
visit, and desired that each of his officers should be 
presented to him. When it came to the name of 
Cornet A. J. Cloete he looked puzzled, and asked 


"What are your Christian names, sir? " 

" Abraham Josias," was the reply. 

The Duke started, and said 

" Then, damme, sir, you must be a Jew ! " 

" No, your Royal Highness," was the reply, " I 
am a Christian, and a Dutchman of the Cape of 
Good Hope." 

" Oh, I see, I see, I sse ! " repeating his words in 
the fashion of his father, George III. 

By the way, the Duke had another peculiarity a 
habit of thinking aloud. Thus I once heard him at 
the church service at the Foundling Hospital when 
the clergyman spoke the words, "Let us pray," 
cry out " Quite right ! Let us pray let us pray " 
dropping reverently on his knees while he uttered 
the words, which must have been heard by at least 
half the congregation present. 

Amongst his other accomplishments, Mr. Justice 
Cloete was a first-rate judge of a horse, and this fact 
was recognised by nearly all the farmers of the western 
districts of the Colony. On one occasion he had to 
cross the Gouritz River, through which the main 
road to Riversdale passes. The river was bridgeless, 
and at that time full. There was a punt large 
enough to convey a few passengers and a vehicle, 
but not the horses these had to be driven to swim 
the river. On reaching the farther side of the river, 
the judge was met by a large number of farmers, 
mostly mounted, who had assembled to greet him. 
One of them, who, as the judge said, was " Beetje 
lekker" or, as we should say, a little bit "on."- 
called to him 

"Now, Mynheer Cloete, I know you are a capital 


judge of a horse. Tell me how old this one is that I 
am riding." 

The judge saw at a glance that the horse was too 
old to make it of any use to look at his mouth ; so 
he walked up to his tail and began separating the 
hairs of it, and apparently making mental notes. 
Thinking, as he afterwards told me, like Rory 
O'More, that there is luck in odd numbers, he said 

" Well, I should say that horse is nineteen years 
of age." 

The rider cried 

" Alamaclite ! He is exactly nineteen; I bred 
him myself." 

Thereupon all the rest crowded round the judge, 
asking him " to let them know how he could tell a 
horse's age from his tail." 

The judge shook his head and said 

" No, no that is my secret ! " 

So they had to go away unenlightened ; but I 
believe there are farmers in that neighbourhood who 
to this day declare that Judge Cloete could tell a 
horse's age from his tail. 

As I happen to have married the niece of the 
judge and general par nobile fratrum of whom 
I have been speaking, it ma} 7 be thought that I 
write with some prejudice in their favour. It may 
be so, but I am unconscious of it. 




Judge Watermeyer Judge Menzies A Snowy Outspan A 
Ticklish Journey through Hex River Pass. 

THE ablest and most learned judge who has occu- 
pied the Cape Bench in my time was, I think, Mr. 
Justice "Watermeyer. He was not only a deeply 
read lawyer but an excellent classic, and had much 
literary taste. When I was editor, conjointly with 
the late Professor Roderic Noble, of the ' Cape 
Monthly Magazine,' he used to send as translations 
in English verse the epigrams of Martial, admirably 
done. I remember that when he sent in the last 
one he wrote : "I think I have now sent you a 
translation of every decent epigram that Martial 
ever wrote ; the rest, of course, I cannot touch." 

He was a man of wonderful self-control ; his 
attacks of the gout were fearful. I have seen him 
carried into the Court in Grahamstown unable 
to put his foot to the ground, and evidently in 
torment, yet he sat perfectly quiet, and, though the 
writhing of his features often showed the agony he 
was suffering, he 'never uttered an angry or im- 
patient word, and did a whole day's work without a 
complaint. Shakespeare says 

" For never yet was there philosopher 
That could patiently endure the toothache." 

I should have thought it was more difficult still to 


patiently endure the gout, yet the judge did it. His 
judgments were very lucid and logical, and expressed 
in the most apt language, which was the more 
remarkable because he suffered from a slight im- 
pediment of speech, which he did his best to resist 
and overcome, and to a great extent succeeded, but 
it made his sentences when listened to sound rather 
" choppy," if I may so express it ; but when read in 
print it was seen how perfect was their construction. 

I have said that he was a good classic, and his 
brother, Mr. Fred Watermeyer, afterwards a member 
and an ornament of the Cape Bar, was equally so. 
The brothers used to correspond with one another in 
Greek for the sake of practice. I have never known 
men except these two, who are not Greeks by birth , 
write letters of that language. 

He had a great admiration for a former judge, 
Mr. Justice Menzies, whom he considered the great- 
est lawyer the Cape ever saw ; but he tells some 
funny stories about him. 

At a Circuit Court held by him the prisoner was. 
asked the usual question, whether he objected to be 
tried by any of the jurymen who were then sworn in. 
He answered 

"No, I don't mind being tried by them, but I 
don't want to be tried by that little fellow up there " 
pointing to Judge Menzies on the bench. There 
was a burst of laughter, in which the judge heartily 

Entering the Circuit Court on another occasion, 
he saw a young advocate seated with a row of books 
before him for the purpose of quotation. 

" Ye don't mean to say, sir " looking angrily at 

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the barrister " that ye're going to read all those 
books to me ? " 

Which was hardly encouraging to a young advo- 
cate. The truth is, he had a great contempt for 
authorities which did not coincide with his own 
opinion. A counsel once quoted to him a case 
decided in the Queen's Bench in England. 

""Well, sir, and if the Court of Queen's Bench 
chooses to lay down bad law, am I bound to 
follow it?" 

He certainly was a very irritable man. 

Occasionally, too, he made mistakes like others. 
After the decision of an important suit known as the 
" Scorey Case," he w r ent to the Chambers of Mr. 
William Porter, whom he greatly admired and 

"Porter," he said, " I've been thinking over that 
' Scorey Case.' Tell me, were such and such facts " 
naming them " proved at the trial ? " 

" They were certainly not," said Mr. Porter. 

" Then what the devil made us give the judgment 
we did?" 

I got this anecdote from Mr. Porter himself. The 
coolness and apparent insensibility of Mr. Menzies 
to the feelings of other people were often manifest. 
It is said that he once passed sentence of death on a 
murderer ending with the usual words, " And may 
the Lord have mercy on your soul ! " Without 
hesitating for a moment he went on " Go on with 
the next case ! " 

He once took the extraordinary step of leaving his 
Circuit Court at Colesberg, riding across to the 
Orange Biver, crossing the boundary into what is 


now the Orange Free State, and annexing that 
country in the name of Her Majesty and declar- 
ing it British territory, which, of course, he had 
no more right to do than the meanest of Cape 

Judge "Watermeyer was a great admirer also of 
Mr. Porter, and the admiration was mutual. Mr. 
Porter once wrote of him : " Of so vast ability that 
he could have succeeded without industry, and of 
so great an industry that he could almost have 
succeeded without ability." 

He also gave him credit for unconsciousness of his 
own merits ; but here I think he w T as mistaken : my 
impression always was that the judge and his 
brother were both thoroughly conscious of their 
talents, though they were never guilty of any 
particular display of vanity. 

The judge had a good fund of humour and wit ; 
but after he had made use of either he had a habit 
of appearing to shrink into himself, as if he had for- 
feited a little bit of his dignity, which was surely a 

The Circuit party were once outspanned on the 
top of what might almost be called a mountain, and 
the snow was thick upon the ground, making us all 
very lively, and Mr. Gustavus Chabaud, who was one 
of us, threw off his hat, as he always did when he got 
excited, and trudged about in the snow, making me 
say, in some verses I wrote on the occasion 

"And Mr. Chabaud 

Without his chapeau 
Running about and enjoying the snow.'' 

Said Judge Watermeyer to me 


"Why, Cole, this is nix" (snow). A play upon 
the Dutch word niets, meaning " nothing." 

I have already said that snow is very rare in the 
Colony ; but coming home once from the Karroo I 
had to make my way up a mountain pass called 
Hottentot's Kloof, and the road and the country 
around were covered with snow a foot or two deep. 
I got out of the cart partly to make it lighter for the 
horses and partly to keep myself warm by exercise. 
I felt terribly inclined to make some snowballs and 
pitch them at my old coachman, who sat doubled up 
with cold ; but it struck me that he might think I 
had gone mad, and so whip up his horses and gallop 
away from me, leaving me in the road entirely alone ; 
so discretion prevailed over inclination. 

Travelling in company with the same judge and 
sharing a cart with Mr. Denyssen, we arrived at the 
top of the Hex River heights there was then, of 
course, no railway. At this spot a farmer arrived 
-,vith a span-team of splendid horses in order to 
convey the judge to Worcester, where we were bound, 
the judge having formerly been a member of the 
House of Assembly for the division of Worcester, 
where he was extremely popular. Seeing that there 
Tvere more horses than necessary for a judge, we 
asked the farmer whether he could not let us have a 
pair to put in as leaders to our own cart ; he had no 
objection provided we had a driver whom we could 
trust, as among the odd horses there was no pair 
that had been driven as leaders, nor as wheelers, but 
only in the centre of the team, which commonly 
enough consists of eight or ten horses. The judge 
Jent us his coachman, a Malay, and probably the 


best driver in the Colony, so the two borrowed 
horses were spanned in as our leaders. There was a 
wide stretch of level grassy ground there, round 
which Hermanns drove the cart by himself, begging 
us to be ready at the drift of the river we had to 
cross. When he came to us we jumped in and made 
for the drift ; but the leaders were so wild that they 
swerved from the drift and plunged into the river, 
where it was of considerable depth, and where there 
were large boulders which threatened to capsize the 
cart or smash it. But somehow we got safely across, 
and then started up the road, which was scarped out 
of the mountain and had a low parapet wall on the 
off-side of it. The leaders were still quite mad, 
and after a time they jumped clean over the little 
parapet wall on to the top of a precipice. Denyssen 
sprang out to save his life, and I was about to follow 
his example, when the driver cried, " Sit still, Mr. 
Cole ! I promise you, you shall not be hurt ! " So I 
kept my seat, and by dint of skilful handling of the 
reins and of the whip Hermanns actually made the 
horses jump back again into the road, shaking and 
trembling all over, for they had evidently got 
frightened at their own rashness. 

After picking up Mr. Denyssen we went forward 
again, the leaders still being fidgety and unruly ; but 
our coachman managed them so well that long before 
we got to Worcester they were as quiet as lambs, 
and fit to be excellent leaders in future. 

Although Mr. Justice Watermeyer for his family 
was of German origin had certainly not a drop of 
English blood in his veins, he was a thorough 
Englishman in habits and taste. Completely master 


of the languages of Holland and England, he detested 
Cape Dutch. I have still in my possession a letter 
of his on the subject of education addressed to a 
friend in Graaff Reinet, and by the latter handed to 
me. In it he writes : " One of the greatest draw- 
backs to progress of our colonial youth in learning is 
their habit of constantly speaking and thinking in 
that no-language, Cape Dutch. It is impossible for 
any one to think deeply or to express himself lucidly 
in this style. It ought to be repressed as soon as 
possible among the boys." 

And yet what have we been doing for the last 
twenty years ? Petting and cherishing the taal as if 
it were something precious and sacred, instead of a 
grammarless patois. The result has been a distinctly 
retrograde movement in legislation and education 
alike. I know there is [a distinguished gentleman 
living who has expressed his liking for Cape Dutch, 
and has written amusing translations in it from Burns 
and other authors ; but I don't believe he can 
seriously look upon it as a vehicle for the thoughts, 
of intelligent and highly educated men. 


Mr. Justice Bell and his Peculiarities. 

AMONGST the peculiarities of Mr. Justice Bell was & 
habit of taking strong prejudices in favour of or 
against certain persons. The prejudices were gene- 
rally, I think, unaccountable. Thus he would take 
a great fancy^to people whom I should have con- 
sidered very unattractive, and on the other hand a 
violent dislike to agreeable and intelligent people, 
As an instance of the latter, he always showed great 
animosity to the late Mr. Buyskes, a Clerk of the 
Peace of GraaffReinet. It was the duty of Clerks of 
the Peace in those days to prosecute in criminal cases 
in the Circuit Courts, each division of the Colony 
having such an officer. The practice has long been 
abolished, and the conduct of these cases is now 
entrusted to barristers only. Mr. Buyskes, to my 
mind, used to do his work very fairly ; but I suppose 
the judge was not of the same opinion. On one 
occasion, during the progress of a case, a witness for 
the Crown having given his evidence, Mr. Justice 
Bell turned to the prisoner and asked him 

" Now, what do you say to that ? " 

Of course it was illegal for the judge to ask him 
any questions at all. The prisoner muttered some 

"Ah, but ye see," said the judge, "the witness 


says so and so. "What have ye got to answer to 

Just then he happened to catch sight of Mr. 
Buyskes, who was talking smilingly to some friends 
around him. 

" Mr. Clerk of the Peace, I wish you would attend 
to what is going on in the Court ! " 

" I am attending." 

" No, sir, ye are not ! What was I doing? " 

" Cross-examining the prisoner, my lord." 

The judge threw himself hack in his chair as if he 
was shot a trick he always had when taken by 
surprise but he made no reply. I suppose it struck 
him suddenly that this was. exactly what he had 
been doing a thoroughly illegal proceeding. 

At another Circuit Court at Graaff Reinet, he sent 
a message to Mr. Buyskes to attend him in his 
private room during the adjournment. When 
Buyskes arrived there the judge addressed him 

" I wish, Mr. Buyskes, you would dress with pro- 
priety when you come into Court." 

Buyskes looked himself all over and was quite 
puzzled. He said 

" I know, my lord, that according to the regula- 
tions I am entitled to wear a barrister's gown when 
prosecuting, but I have always thought it a piece of 
presumption on the parts of Clerks of the Peace to 
assume that costume." 

"That's not what I mean, sir," said the judge; 
*' but you ought to wear a white tie, and not a black 

" I'm very sorry, my lord, but really I don't possess 
one ; but I will take care to provide one for the 


occasion of your lordship's next visit here " and he 
walked away. 

The same judge dealt with another Clerk of the 
Peace in much more humorous fashion. This was 
at Worcester, and the gentleman, whose name I 
forget, was the last of the Clerks of the Peace. 
Wishing, I suppose, to impress the Bench with his 
learning, he ventured to quote in the original Latin 
a passage from Voet ; but he read it in such style that 
the judge at once guessed that he did not understand 
the meaning of the words he was citing. 

" Give me the English of that," said the judge. 

The gentleman hesitated, and looked confused. 

" Give me the English of that," repeated the judge. 

" I I I beg your lordship's pardon ! I I thought 
you understood Latin." 

" Oh, no, I don't ! Do you?" 

The man was utterly confounded. 

"It's a pity," said the judge, "you make yourself 
so ridiculous." 

And the poor man sat down utterly abashed. 

Judge Bell was a very temperate man, and he told 
me that the only thing he liked was an occasional 
glass of sweet wine my own special abomination. 
He was giving us a dinner at George, and a bottle 
of claret was placed on the table ; it was abominably 
" corked," and each man as he tasted it at once put 
down his glass. The judge, who would not have 
known whether the wine was " corked " or not, 
looking round the table, said, " Well, as I see, 
gentlemen, you don't want any more wine " which 
was exactly what we did want, but we wanted it 
sound- -" we had better adjourn to the next room for 


coffee." I think if I had been the senior barrister 
instead of the junior one I should have explained 
the truth of the matter to his lordship. 

He presided at a Circuit Court at Queenstown, 
where the mayor and town council invited the whole 
of us to a dinner. A heavy case of murder prolonged 
the sitting of the Court to something like half-past 
eight, when we were all able to make an appearance 
at table. The judge was terribly fatigued, and asked 
one of the waiters to bring him a glass of ale. The 
obsequious waiter filled a tumbler and handed it to 
him, and he had sent three parts of it down his 
throat before he discovered that it was sherry he 
was swallowing, and not ale. This made him very 
drowsy indeed, and I don't know how he managed 
to eat his dinner. 

"When his health was proposed by the mayor, he 
seemed to me to be sound asleep, but, to my surprise, 
he got up and returned thanks in a manner which 
showed that he had heard every word that had been 

Riding with him once along the Rondebosch road, 
I made some remark about Cape sheep, which have 
enormously fat tails. 

" There's a similar breed in Central India," he 
said ; " it's a wise provision of nature." 

" To make dripping, I suppose? " 

" No, Cole," he said, " of course not, but to preserve 
their lives." 

He was quite right, for it is true that these sheep 
can live without food or water for a very long time 
on their own fat, their tails greatly diminishing 
during this mode of existence. 


The judge was really a kind-hearted man, but very 
eccentric, and was apt to be rude and overbearing in 
his manner and language. This led our Attorney- 
General, Mr. Porter, to say to him in full Court that 
his manner towards the Bar was felt to be very 
offensive. The great reputation and stately manner 
of the speaker took him aback. 

" I never meant to be offensive," he said. 

" No," replied Mr. Porter, " we do not accuse your 
lordship of intending to annoy us, but your language 
and manner are often found to be irritating and 

The judge apologised and the matter ended ; but 
he certainly was more guarded in his language in the 

The judge was decidedly "hard of hearing," and 
this once led to a curious mistake. A prisoner had 
been tried before him in Grahamstown, and the jury 
returned a verdict of " Guilty." 

" The prisoner is discharged," said the judge, to 
the surprise of all the Court. But the dock was 
opened, and the prisoner made the best of his way 
out of Court and out of town. The registrar stood 
up and said 

" But, my lord, the jury said ' Guilty.' ' 

" No, no ' Not guilty,' " said the judge. " Gentle- 
men, what was your verdict ? " 

" Guilty, my lord," was the reply. 

" Oh," he replied, " fetch the man back ! " 

And immediately three or four policemen might be 
seen flying down the High Street in hot pursuit. 
But I believe they never captured the runaway. 

A prisoner once arraigned before him being 


asked the usual question, "Guilty, or not guilty? 

" That's just what you've got to find out." 

This so irritated the judge that he told him he 
should give him an extra month's imprisonment for 
contempt of Court. But was it contempt of Court ? 
Did not the man simply express in words what is the 
intention of nineteen out of twenty prisoners who 
plead " Not guilty " ? 

This reminds me of an anecdote concerning Judge 
Menzies, told me by the late Sir John Brand, who, I 
believe, was present on the occasion it refers to. A 
prisoner, who had pleaded " Not guilty," was, after a 
short trial, convicted by the jury. Passing a severe 
sentence on him, the judge said 

" Ye're not only guilty, but ye come here and tell 
lies, saying ye are not." 

The next prisoner on the roll of trial, hearing these 
words, thought he would please the judge, and so, 
when called upon to plead, said boldly, " Guilty, my 

"Oh, guilty you are, is it?" said the judge. 
" And you come here to brag of it, do you? " 

And he gave him as severe a sentence as the last 
one. It must have been difficult to conciliate such a 
judge as that. 


Terrific Thunderstorm Three Days at Roadside Inn Queens- 
town Gaol. 

THUNDEKSTORMS and hailstorms, although com- 
paratively rare in the Cape peninsula, are frequent, 
severe, and dangerous in most other parts of the 
Colony. It has been my lot to travel through a few 
of them. I was leaving a town two hours later one 
morning than the other barristers, having been de- 
tained for a consultation. I went along for about 
two hours, and then outspanned to feed and rest my 
horses, and take a little refreshment myself. Heavy 
black clouds hung all round, and it was clear that I 
was in for a storm, so I begged my driver to get 
ready for a start at once. We had gone a very little 
way when there was a brilliant flash of lightning and 
a peal of thunder ahead of us. Directly afterwards 
came another flash and peal on our right hand, and 
in a short time we were in the centre of the most 
furious thunderstorm I have ever known. The 
lightning was blinding and the thunder deafening, 
nor was there the slightest interval between flash 
and peal. I expected every moment that we must 
be struck, for my cart was almost the only object 
above the level of the ground, which was a vast plain, 
with not a tree or shrub upon it. I made my coach- 
man put the horses to a hard gallop, knowing that a 
swiftly-moving vehicle was less liable to be struck 


than one standing still or moving slowly. Suddenly 
the rain came down in torrents such as I have 
never seen before. The road, which was only an 
inch or two below the grass surrounding it, was at 
once converted into a rivulet, and we ourselves were 
speedily wet through to the skin, in spite of all the 
overcoats and wrappers we could lay hands on. By 
the flashes of lightning we could see before us the 
roadside inn to which we were making at least half 
or three-quarters of an hour's ride before we could 
get there ; but as we approached nearer to it I 
noticed that there was a slight interval between the 
flash and the peal, which showed rne that the storm 
was passing a little away from us. When at last we 
reached the house and dashed round the corner to 
the front of it, startling some people assembled under 
the veranda watching the storm, they seemed to 
think we had fallen from the clouds. The inn was 
on the banks of the Klaas-Smits Kiver, and below it 
was a ford or drift across the stream. I learned that 
my friends had crossed this stream about two hours 
before, the water being scarcely deep enough to cover 
their horses' fetlocks it was now a raging torrent, full 
twelve to fifteen feet deep, with a roar rivalling that 
of the thunder, and sweeping down with it trunks of 
trees, carcasses of oxen and sheep in fact, everything 
it came in contact with. It was a grand sight, but 
.a very unpleasant one to a traveller. 

In the small inn here I was destined to pass nearly 
three whole days ; but the people were very attentive, 
and did all they could to make me comfortable, and 
I had two consolations : first, I found there ' Tom 
Cringle's Log,' a book which I had never yet read. It 


was a godsend, for I had used up all my travelling 
stock of literature ; and, secondly, I was joined by 
the field cornet, who had come there to meet the 
judge. He was an Englishman, a gentleman, and 
well educated very unlike the generality of these 
officials. Of course we chummed together, talked 
together, and made ourselves as happy as we could 
under difficulties. 

On the third day the rain ceased, and the river 
seemed to have in a very slight degree subsided ; but 
still it was totally impassable. Mr. Ella, the field 
cornet, then told me that he knew a drift some miles 
lower down the river, which he thought might 
perhaps be passable ; so we spanned in our carts and 
started for it. When we reached the spot it looked 
a little ugly, but not so bad as the drift we had left 
behind us. I suddenly noticed some Kaffirs on the 
other side coming towards the river. They waded- 
through the drift, and came up the bank on our side. 
I led one of them up to my cart, raising it as it 
would be when the horses were attached to it, and I 
measured the water-line marked on his somewhat 
scanty clothing against the cart. I found that the 
water was deep enough to wash clean through the 
foot-board of the vehicle, but hardly deep enough to 
carry the horses off their legs ; so I ordered an im- 
mediate inspan, got all my luggage piled on to the 
seat, on top of which I screwed myself, while my 
coachman doffed his nether garments. We then 
made for the drift, having great confidence in the 
pluck of my little nags. It was ticklish work, for 
the river was running very strongly ; but we pushed 
through and landed safely on the other bank, when, 



setting things to rights, we drove on towards Queens- 
town, to which placs we were bound for the Circuit 

On arriving there I was warmly greeted by my 
brother barristers, who told me that a rumour had 
"been circulated that I and the judge Sir William 
Hodges had both been swept away and drowned. 

The Chief Justice turned up in the evening all 
right, having crossed at a still lower drift, terribly 
frightened, but not a bit hurt. 

The day after the Chief Justice's arrival the 
Circuit Court was held, and some prisoners were 
charged with gaol-breaking. The judge, who had 
been to see the prison, which was in a most shameful 
condition prisoners huddled together like litters of 
young pigs, and the place in such a tumbledown 
condition that it required very little ingenuity to 
escape from it said 

"I certainly am not going to punish men for 
getting away from such a wretched hole as that ! " 

The result of this remark, and certain comments 
of the Press, forced the Government to have the old 
building pulled down and a new prison erected, which 
I believe is strong, clean, and commodious. 

And now for my experience of the worst hailstorm 
through which I have had to pass. I was on my way 
to the town or village of Riversdale, and when about 
five or six miles short of the place I noticed very 
heavy black clouds coming up behind us. I told my 
driver to push on as fast as he could, as the storm 
would soon be upon us. He told me he did not 
think it would touch us. He was wrong, for in 
about ten minutes heavy lumps of ice came pelting 


from the clouds upon us, threatening every moment 
to batter through the tent of the cart. 

The horses, of which I had four for my wife was 
with me at first reared and seemed inclined to bolt, 
but, apparently changing their minds, suddenly 
stopped dead short, and, tucking their heads between 
their forelegs and screwing their tails between the 
hind ones, thus endured the battering they got. 

The pieces of ice which fell around it would be 
absurd to call hailstones, for they were generally as 
large as the palm of one's hand, jagged and trans- 
parent. They could not have fallen from a very 
great height, or the consequences would have been 
more serious than they were. After about half an 
hour of this pelting it slackened enough to let us go 
forward on our journey. On arriving at Riversdale 
we found it a complete scene of desolation. No 
single pane of glass in the windows of the houses 
facing the storm was left unsmashed. Gardens were 
knocked to pieces, young trees split down the centre 
as if by an axe, and a friend of mine in the place 
had picked up one of the pieces of ice which would 
not go into the top of a full-sized tumbler. Many 
corrugated roofs had been riddled as if by bullet- 
shots, sheep and poultry killed by the hundred, and 
the roadways rendered almost impassable by the fall 
of ice. There was not a quarter of the quantity of 
glass in the place necessary to supply the damage, 
and people had to resort to all kinds of contrivances 
" to expel the winter's wind." 

I am afraid that some of my English readers if I 
am fortunate enough to have any will regard my 
description as one of those "travellers' tales" which 

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no fellow can believe, and yet I have told a true and 
unvarnished story. An old friend of mine who had 
at that time been Civil Commissioner and Resident 
Magistrate of Eiversdale was lately seated in the 
same railway carriage as myself, and I heard him 
giving an account of this very storm to an acquaint- 
ance opposite. 

" Do you forget that I was in it ? " I asked. 

" Oh, of course you were and your wife, too ! I 
was coming out to meet you both, but the bursting 
of the storm drove me back and forced me to take 
refuge in my own house." 

This gentleman's narrative entirely corresponded 
with that which I have just given. 

During all the storm there was no thunder or 
lightning. The reader may ask, How can there be 
thunder without lightning? I answer, it is quite 

I was once travelling in a cart and four with 
a medical friend from Colesberg to a farm six or 
seven miles distant. The weather was delicious, and 
the only signs of anything like a cloud in the heavens 
were a few of those white fleecy ones which I believe 
scientific men call cirrus. Suddenly a loud peal of 
thunder rattled above our heads. There was no 
sign of lightning nor any cloud from which it could 
have issued. Our horses were greatly frightened r 
and but for the skill of the coachman in handling 
them they would have run away. On returning to 
Colesberg in the afternoon we inquired whether the 
thunder had been heard there. "Yes, decidedly; 
and no one could make out what it meant." 

Dynamite in the Colony was then unknown ; nor 


were there any kind of blasting or manufacturing 
operations going on. I have never been able to 
.account for the phenomenon. Judge Cloete, who was 
out in the storm I have described, was sitting in the 
back part of his travelling-waggon when his horses 
ran away with it, making straight across the veld in 
the direction of a precipice. He laid his hand on the 
handle of the door so as to spring out if necessity 
forced him to do so ; but the horses in their fright 
suddenly stopped, and he escaped further danger. 
His hand, however, was so battered fortunately it 
was the left one that he was forced for some days 
to wear his arm in a sling. He was then over 
seventy years of age, but had never in his life 
witnessed such a storm. 

I have witnessed many other hailstorms in the 
Colony, but nothing like this one. I saw, for instance, 
the huge Market Square of Kimberley completely 
covered with hailstones each about the size of the 
.school-boys' marbles, and perfectly white and opaque. 
Jn the Eiversdale storm, on the other hand, the 
lumps of ice which fell were, as I have said, jagged 
in shape and perfectly transparent. The storms in 
the Cape peninsula seldom bring hailstones much 
larger than ordinary sugar-plums. I cannot account 
lor the difference. 



Three Irish Judges Anecdotes of Judges Fitzpatrick and Dwyer 
Attorney-General Griffith. 

THEEE have been only three Irishmen who have 
been Judges of the Supreme Court in my time. 
The first of these was Mr. Justice Fitzpatrick, who 
was one of the most pleasant companions and one of 
the most genial and witty men I ever knew. I think 
I may say he was the only really witty judge we ever 
had. I believe he made no pretensions to being 
a profound lawyer, but his quickness, keenness of 
insight, and knowledge of human nature would have 
covered a great many defects if they had existed. 

His stories about Ireland were very amusing. 
Very many years ago he received the appointment of 
Chief Justice of the Gold Coast, and his iron consti- 
tution enabled him to withstand the detestable 
climate of that country. He used to relate how 
friends and companions who accompanied him or 
followed him to the country died one by one, leaving 
him the sole survivor of the large crew. During his 
tenure of this office he had for a time to act as 
Governor of the Colony, the actual Governor having 
died, or being on leave of absence I forget which. 

One day a deputation of Wesleyans waited upon 
him to beg him to make them a grant of some Govern- 
ment land, which they required for the erection of a. 
church. They were headed by a Wesley an minister. 


This gentleman, thinking, I suppose, to conciliate 
Mr. Fitzpatrick, who was a Catholic, said to him 

" You see, Governor Fitzpatrick, although I am a 
Wesley an you must not suppose that I am a bigot. 
I have little doubt that I shall meet some good 
Roman Catholics in Heaven." 

" That's provided you manage to get there yourself.' " 
In telling me the story the judge said 
" The coolness of the fellow in assuming that he 
and his followers were safe to go to Heaven, while it 
was just possible that tw r o or three poor Roman 
Catholics might squeeze in through a back gate, 
rather irritated me, and made me give the rebuff I 
did. However, I gave them the land, so they went 
away satisfied." 

After enduring the Gold Coast climate for some 
years, Mr. Fitzpatrick returned to his native country. 
Later he was made sole Judge of British Kaffraria, 
then a Crown Colony independent of the Cape, having 
its own Administrator of Government, its High Court, 
its Attorney-General, Registrar of Deeds, &c. Mr.. 
Fitzpatrick became very popular, as he could hardly 
fail to do with his many attractive qualities. 

Mr. J , the Attorney-General, once gave a ball 

at King William's Town, the capital of th2 Colony, 
at which the judge was present. After supper, when 
a good deal of champagne had been flowing, a well- 
known merchant of the town sidled up to the judge 
and said 

" Xow, judge, that champagne w r as not bad eh ? " 
The judge, who told me that he didn't like to 
depreciate his host's wine, simply said 
"Oh, no!" 


"Well, now," said the merchant, "I put that in 
to J at thirty shillings the dozen." 

" Well, then," said the judge, " if I had known 
that I be hanged if J should have put it into me ! " 

The idea of champagne at thirty shillings a dozen 
in a country where the price of importation and 
duties would amount to half that sum, makes one 
suspect that the wine in question had never seen 

On the annexation of Kaffraria to the Cape Colony 
Mr. Fitzpatrick was appointed Judge of the Supreme 
Court, the latter being assigned to the Court of the 
Eastern Districts held in Grahamstown ; and here 
also he became a favourite with the people. Some 
years later he took his seat on the Bench of the 
Supreme Court itself in Cape Town, and there he 
remained until the illness by which he was invalided, 
and which led to his death, attacked him. I have 
already spoken of his geniality, wit, and humour, and 
I may add that his hospitality equalled his other 
qualities. , I always had the sincerest regard for him, 
though in his latter days a scoundrel persuaded him 
that I had acted as his enemy, in a matter personally 
affecting him, and I fear that he died in that belief. 
A more gross and unfounded falsehood than this 
statement was never made, and it grieves me to think 
that he died with his mind warped against me by 
this low fellow, who afterwards died, drunk, outside a 
common canteen in an up-country village. The 
judge had no truer or firmer friend than myself. 

The second of the three Irish judges was Mr. 
Justice Dwyer, an M.A. of Trinity College, Dublin, 
and at first an Irish barrister, but later on he got an 


ad eundem degree at Lincoln's Inn and joined the 
English Bar. He went the Northern Circuit, and 
was full of anecdotes about his brother barristers on 
it. He had not the wit of Mr. Justice Fitzpatrick, 
but he enjoyed fun very much, and occasionally said 
humorous things. His first appointment to the 
Cape was as a Supreme Court judge, but, like Mr. 
Fitzpatrick, assigned to the Court at Graharnstown. 

Travelling once on Circuit in the Eastern Districts, 
he gave a luncheon party to the Bar and a few other 
friends, amongst whom was the late Roman Catholic 
Bishop of Grahamstown, Dr. Ricards. It happened 
to be a Friday, and the judge, taking his seat at the 
head of the table, began carving a cold round of beef, 
and first he handed a plate of it to the Bishop, who 
quietly passed it on to his neighbours, who were all 
Protestants. Then afterwards, beginning to help 
himself to the beef, the Bishop said in expostulatory 

" Judge, judge do you remember that this is 

" Bless my soul, I had quite forgotten it ! " said the 
judge, putting aside his plate and applying himself 
to salmon, sardines, and something of that kind. 
But there was a twinkle about his eye and a slight 
smile on his lips which attracted the Bishop's 

" Now, judge," said he, " you've got some joke 
I should like to know what it is ? " 

" Well," replied the judge, " I was thinking that 
if we should meet these other fellows in Heaven, 
what a couple of fools you and I would look ! " 

The Bishop, who loved a joke as well as any one, 


laughed slightly, but of course assumed an air of 
being a little offended at such a profane joke. 

I think the judge rather overrated his own abilities 
as a lawyer, and he had a quickness of manner 
which sometimes made him precipitate ; but he 
did his work fairly well. He was a most hospitable 
man, and his hospitality was well worth enjoying 
by those who can appreciate a glass of good wine, 
for his stock was always an excellent one. I w r as 
sincerely sorry to lose him when he died, rather 
unexpectedly, though he had for some time been 
more or less unwell. He was the youngest-looking 
man of his age I ever saw, and fond of sport of all 

The third Irish judge was Sir Thomas Upington ; 
but, as I shall have to speak of him further on, I will 
pass him over for the present. 

The Colony has had three Irish Attorney-Generals . 
The first was Mr. William Porter, a Belfast man, of 
whom I have already more than once spoken. He 
was a thoroughly learned lawyer, was sufficiently 
acquainted with Dutch to use it and quote it, though 
he always apologised for his pronunciation of it. He 
also knew French well enough to read it and cit2 
legal authorities in that language ; but here, again, ho 
always excused himself for his bad accent. His 
knowledge of Latin was of courss complete, and he 
pronounced the vowels in the Continental style, 
which is no doubt infinitely more correct than our 
own. I have already spoken of his eloquence, which 
was truly admirable ; but besides this, he had an 
immense capacity for work. As Attorney-General 
the whole of the criminal cases of the Colony had to 


pass through his hands ; but he performed the work 
perfectly, with no other assistance than that of one 
chief and one assistant clerk, and it seemed to cost 
him no particular effort. 

Mr. Denyssen, on the contrary, who acted for 
him during Mr. Porter's six months' absence in 
Europe, protested to me that the work was killing 
him. Of Mr. Porter's almost unbounded munificence 
it is almost superfluous to speak to those who had any 
knowledge of him. By his will he left 30,000 to- 
form a reformatory for young lads who had been 
convicted of offences. His private charities were 
innumerable, but he concealed them as carefully as. 

" He was a man take him for all in all, 
We shall not look upon his like again." 

The next Irish Attorney-General was Mr. William 
Downes Griffith, who succeeded Mr. Porter on the 
retirement of the latter on pension. Mr. Griffith 
was a totally different man from his predecessor, but 
he had a strong character of his own. He was an 
M.A. of Trinity College, Dublin, and, besides his. 
classical and mathematical attainments, he was a man 
of science, his special hobby being chemistry, of 
which he had made a particular study as a " special 
study," as required by his University. Originally he 
was intended for the Irish Bar ; but his destiny was. 
afterwards changed, and he was called to the English 
Bar in the Inner Temple. He was literally saturated 
with law ; but it had not spoilt his classical, literary, 
and artistic tastes. He was born in Dublin, and was 
a thorough Irishman in the best sense of the word. 
To say that he was popular in this Colony would be 


to pervert the truth. Few men made a greater 
number of enemies. I think this was the consequence 
partly of his thorough independence of character, and 
partly of the somewhat disagreeable manner in which 
he occasionally manifested it. But he had a knot of 
staunch friends amongst whom I think I may reckon 
myself who admired him greatly, and liked him for 
the excellent social qualities he possessed. 

He had a great dislike for any man whom he con- 
sidered a sneak or dishonest. His very soul revolted 
against people of that class. He was apt to be a 
little hot-tempered he is still alive, but will forgive 
me for saying this. He had a great friend in a 
barrister named John Cyprian Thompson now, alas ! 
dead and they used to correspond together in dog- 
gerel Latin. I had the privilege of seeing most of the 
letters, which were immensely funny. Mr. Thompson 
.always addressed Mr. Griffith as " Care Bedaddi," 
declaring that whenever Griffith got excited he always 
came out with the word " bedad." Thompson's 
letters were often illustrated with perfect little gems 
of pen-and-ink comic sketches in the margin. 

When it was proposed to introduce a Bill into our 
Parliament to establish responsible government, Mr. 
Griffith flatly refused to take charge of the Bill, 
believing that the Colony was quite unfit for the 
proposed change. He therefore obtained leave of 
absence for a time. Meantime Mr. Jacobs, who was 
the Solicitor-General in Grahamstown, was sent for 
to act in his stead. The Bill was carried and respon- 
sible government established. Upon this Mr. Griffith 
retired altogether on a fairly good pension, which, 
however, he has seldom drawn, having shortly after 


his retirement from the Colony been appointed by 
the Lord Chancellor one of the County Court Judges 
in England ; and our Civil Service regulations do not 
allow any one who has obtained a Government 
appointment in any part of the British Dominions to 
draw his Colonial pension as well as his pay, unless, 
the latter should in amount be less than the pension, 
in which case he is entitled to the difference between 
the two. Mr. Griffith is still alive, and nobody 
wishes him more sincerely than I do all health and 

The third Irish Attorney-General was, and now is, 
Sir Thomas Upington. He has been popular in his 
office, the duties of which he has performed with the 
greatest ability. But I am not going to speak of 
him fully at present, as I shall have occasion to do so- 
in a future chapter. 

When I first commenced practice there was no 
Attorney-General for the whole Colony. Now the 
office may be said to be divided : there is a Solicitor- 
General for the Eastern Districts, having jurisdiction 
over them only and stationed at Grahamstown. 
There is also a Crown Prosecutor of Griqualand 
stationed at Kimberley, his duties and jurisdiction 
being confined to the territory of Griqualand. Over 
both these offices, however, the Attorney-General 
possesses paramount authority, of which, however, he 
very seldom takes advantage. The increase of the 
population of the Colony makes these three officers 
necessary, and gives them plenty of work to occupy 
their time. 



Antagonism of Eaces Gross Exaggeration Cape Ladies Cape 

A GKEAT deal has been talked and written lately 
about the antagonism between the Dutch and Eng- 
lish races here the English papers especially seem 
to be never tired of the theme. My all but forty- 
seven years' experience of this Colony, during which 
I have visited nearly every district of it, leads me to 
regard all this talk as fallacious. I do not mean 
to say that no antagonism exists, but I believe it 
to be almost entirely confined to the lowest class of 
each nationality. Thus we constantly hear of the 
most ignorant class of Dutch Boers talking about 
the " verdomde " Englishman ; and, on the other 
hand, many of the lower classes of English origin 

are apt to express their contempt of " those d d 

Dutchmen." No one in the better classes takes any 
notice or attaches any importance to this vulgar dis- 
like. Among the more cultivated classes of each 
race the feeling is next to non-existent. Many of 
the better-born of the Colonists of Dutch origin are 
as well educated and cultivated as their English 
fellow Colonists indeed, a great number of them 
have received their education almost entirely in Eng- 
land or Scotland. Many of them have pedigrees of 
which even Englishmen would be proud ; for it is 
not many men who can trace their ancestry to two 


hundred and fifty years, which some of the Cape 
Dutch families do. They have imbibed a -taste for 
all English sports and amusements delight in horse- 
racing, are skilful at cricket, and can give a very good 
account of themselves in the hunting-field or in the 

They are generally good speakers, and display their 
abilities in this direction in our local Houses of Par- 
liament. And then the intermarriage of the two 
races is so common that it would be difficult to say 
of the Colonist if he has more English or Dutch 
blood in his veins. 

The ladies of Dutch origin born and bred in this 
Colony are, as a rule, cultivated women of good taste, 
and, like the men, pursue all the English amuse- 
ments suitable to their sex. No more excellent 
mothers, I believe, exist. There is no doubt, how- 
ever, that occasionally a little soreness exists from 
the idea that imported Englishmen are apt to depre- 
ciate Cape-born ladies. I can give an instance of this. 

Many years ago, when I was editing the ' Cape 
Monthly Magazine,' an article appeared in it entitled 
" The Flagship Ball." It was in fact an account of 
a ball given in Simon's Bay by the Admiral of the 
station on board the ship which carried his flag. 
The article was very amusing and vivacious, but 
contained a few sarcastic remarks on the dress and 
manners of a few not by any means all of the 
Cape young ladies present. This gave offence in 
many quarters, and the author received plenty of 
abuse; amongst others, the editor of a Grahams- 
town newspaper spoke of the writer as one of those 
flippant gentlemen from England who sneer at every- 


thing Colonial, and especially at Cape-born ladies, 
though, it added, they sometimes don't object to 
marry them. This was, of course, intended for my- 
self, and alluded to the fact that I had married a lady 
of Cape birth. The fun of the thing was that I was 
not the writer at all, but the article was the pro- 
duction of an English-born young lady, clever and 
lively, who had not a single relation or connection of 
any kind in the Colony in fact, one of the daughters 
of the Admiral himself. 

I think a well-born, well-educated girl of Dutch 
origin one of the most charming people in the world, 
with plenty of sense and perfect self-possession. 
Lord Byron thus describes a young English debutante 
of his day 

" "Tis true your budding miss is very charming, 
But shy and awkward at first coming out, 

So much alarmed that she is quite alarming, 
All gigile, blush, half pertinence, half pout 

And glancing at mamma for fear there's harm in 
What you, she, it, or they may be about. 

The nursery still peeps out in all they utter 

And then they always smell of bread-and-butter." 

Now, this would be a grossly unfair description of a 
well-bred Cape young lady making her first appear- 
ance in society. She would exhibit no shyness 
nor awkwardness ; would certainly not think of 
looking to mamma, but take all the attentions paid 
her gracefully ; and, as a matter of course, throw 
herself into the enjoyment of the pleasures pre- 
pared for her. She generally rides well, dresses well, 
and occasionally sings well ; is an adept at lawn- 
tennis, and manages a bicycle as well as her English 


sisters. She is far from deficient in education or 
general accomplishments. Take her for all in all, she 
is a charming, straightforward, energetic specimen 
of womanhood 

" A simple woman, not too good 
For human nature's daily food." 

But good enough for that at any rate. It must not 
be supposed, however, that there are no exceptions 
to the picture I have drawn. On the contrary, I 
must confess that I have seen many ill-bred Cape 
young ladies, who fancied themselves attractive 
when they were only impertinent, and believed in 
the admiration of the very men who were laughing 
at them in their sleeves. 

English and Dutch servants the latter mostly 
coloured do not pull very well together. It must 
be confessed that the female coloured servant of the 
Colony is generally an unpleasant sluggard, doing 
her work in a most careless manner, causing her 
mistress many a sigh over broken glass and crockery, 
and spoiling the dishes she pretends to cook. English 
servants, on the other hand, are apt to form a little 
too high opinion of themselves, and to demand wages 
about double the amount of w r hat they would have 
earned at home. Then they are very keen on getting 
.married ; so that when a mistress thinks that she 
has pretty well trained a girl to suit her ways, she 
gets the announcement that Mary Jane is going to 
be married. With, of course, a great many excep- 
tions, I think that both classes of servants may be 
pronounced to be fairly honest, and some are in this 
respect beyond praise. 


Men-servants in the Colony are of two classes- 
coloured and white. Of the coloured there are 
several different races Kaffirs, Hottentots, Basutos, 
Malays, and others. They are almost the sole 
agricultural labourers in the Colony, and this is 
easily accounted for. An Englishman would never 
consent to sit all day in the broiling sun to herd 
sheep or cattle, nor would he be equal to cope with 
ordinary agricultural labour in such a climate as 
ours. The wages, too, are infinitely less in the 
case of the coloured man than would satisfy an 
Englishman. A few of these coloured races make 
very fair cooks and house-servants generally, while 
the Malays are renow r ned as coachmen, and can 
handle a team of eight or ten horses as easily as an 
English driver would manage his four-in-hand. 
Strangers are generally surprised at the skill ex- 
hibited by these Malay coachmen. English male 
servants are not often found, except in the houses of 
the richer classes, as family coachmen or grooms. 
Like many other countries, the Cape often cries out 
about its want of good servants ; but from all I read 
and hear, the complaints are just as loud on the sub- 
ject in England. Altogether, I fancy it is not so 
very much worse off in this respect than the Mother 
Country. I may add that many of the coloured 
people, especially the Malays, make excellent arti- 
ficers, brick and stone masons, carpenters, wheel- 
wrights, &c. ; while some are profitably engaged in 
trade on their own account. They are all very fond 
of holidays, especially the Malays, who take Friday 
as their so-called Sabbath, Saturday, which is a half- 
holiday all over the country, Sunday as a matter of 
course, and Monday, which they generally appro- 


priate to picnics and other amusements. Altogether 
it may be said that it is seldom that a Malay man 
works more than four days out of the seven. 

It must bo. borne in mind that what I have said 
with regard to the supposed antagonism between the 
Dutch and English races has nothing whatever to 
do with other States and Colonies in South Africa, 
and especially they could not apply to the people of 
the Transvaal Republic : there race hatred has been 
cultivated to an extreme extent. This is accounted 
for by the petting and fondling with which the 
Government of the Republic has treated the Boers 
and the Hollanders there, making these people fancy 
that they are not only lords of the soil, but the only 
persons fit to govern the country, and to treat the 
English inhabitants of the same State, whose capital 
and industry have made the country rich and pros- 
perous, and who pay about three-fourths of the 
taxes, as quite unentitled to take any part in the 
Government not even so far as to have a vote for 
the members of the Legislature. 

This condition of affairs cannot last long ; the 
Dutchmen are overbearing and insolent, the English- 
men savagely indignant. Either matters will have 
to be arranged and that very shortly by firmness 
on the part of the British Government, and a little 
sensible concession on the part of the Republic, 
or they will produce a state of war and bloodshed 
horrible to contemplate. For these results we are 
indebted first to Mr. Gladstone, and secondly to 
Corn Paul Kruger probably the two most wrong- 
headed and perverse-minded men the present century 
has seen. 

F 2 



Travelling generally Upset with a Rev. D.D. A Prayer- 
Meeting and Harmony. 

IN the early part of this volume I spoke of the 
manner in which Cape barristers travel on Circuit. 
I may now make a few remarks on travelling in 
general in the Colony. Away from lines of railway, 
which are unfortunately very limited in comparison 
with the huge extent of our country, journeying is 
usually done either by waggon or Cape cart. Both 
these vehicles have of late years been frequently 
described, so that I need not trouble my readers with 
any fresh account of them. I may say, however, 
that I think the Cape cart a wonderful vehicle. It 
is on two wheels, and has only two, or sometimes 
three, seats or benches, and yet it is quite a common 
sight, especially on Saint Monday, to see eight, ten, 
or even tw r elve people crammed into one on the 
road between Cape Town and Kalk Bay. They are 
chiefly Malays, bound to a picnic or some other 
excursion. They are very happy; but Malays as a 
rule do not make much noise over their enjoyments, 
being, like other Moslems, rather reserved in tone. 
They do, however, indulge in songs ; and I pity the 
people who hear them, for Malay music is a thing of 
itself, and I hope it will remain so. 

A Cape cart is an admirable travelling vehicle, 
light, strong, and going easily over the broken roads, 


which are somewhat plentiful in the Colony. It is 
astonishing what a quantity of baggage and provisions 
you can pack into them, which, like the proverbial 
carpet-bag, is never full. 

I have also spoken of post-carts in the country. 
On one occasion, having been detained in Cape Town 
by a domestic event for about a month after my 
brother barristers had started on Circuit, I determined 
to join them by taking rather out-of-the-way routes. 
First, I took the post-cart to Beaufort West ; there, 
after a halt for breakfast and changing horses, I 
started again in the same cart ; but this time I had 
two fellow-passengers, one of them a Rev. D.D. 
of the Dutch Reformed Church, who took his seat 
by my side at the back of the cart, and we started in 
the usual post-cart style that is, at full gallop. The 
reverend Doctor got rather nervous. 

"I hope, Mr. Cole," he said, "this man won't 
upset us." 

" It is as likely as not," I said, " for he is as drunk 
as a fiddler; I noticed it just as we were starting. 
But, Doctor," I said, laughing, "if he does capsize 
us, I hope it will be on your side, so that I may have 
something soft to fall on." The Doctor was very 
plump indeed, and I then rather slender. 

I had scarcely said the words before the man drove 
against an ant-hill by the roadside, and upset the 
cart completely bottom upwards. I did fall on the 
Doctor, and heard his grunt as I did so. We had 
some little difficulty in extricating our legs from the 
mass of letter-bags and luggage with which the cart 
had been loaded. When we got upon our legs the 
Doctor said to me 


" Mr. Cole, I don't intend to go on any further in 
this cart do you ? " 

I answered, " Certainly not," and I suggested that 
one of us should go back to Beaufort West, only 
about two. miles away, and hire a cart, while the 
other should remain in charge of the luggage by the 
roadside. I volunteered to go myself ; but the Doctor 
would not allow me, as he said he knew the place 
better than I did, and would ba able more readily to 
find a cart ; so I sat down on our impedimenta waiting 
for the Doctor's return. He arrived shortly in a cart, 
into which we placed our luggage and ourselves, and 
drove back to the village. Here, after an hour or 
so, I managed to purchase a cart and pair, paying, 
of course, at least half as much again as they 
were worth. Then the Doctor and I side by side 
made a fresh start. 

Late in the aftsrnoon we were mot by another 
reverend gentleman, a cousin and namesake of my 
friend ; all three of us then went on our way to a 
farmhouse where the other two were expected, and 
where we were to pass the night. Nothing could 
exceed the cordiality with which we were received, 
for the hospitality was equally extended to myself as 
the others. We had a dinner or, rather, supper 
the table being loaded with turkeys and poultry of 
all kinds, to say nothing of sweet dishes, of which the 
housewife seemed to be proud. After supper we had 
what is called a prayer-meeting, the services being, 
of course, in the Dutch language, which I scarcely 
understood sufficiently to follow all that was said. 
Then, again, there was a great singing of hymns, in 
which the voices were more powerful than the music 


chasta. The little old grandmother of the family, 
who sat at a small table by herself at the corner of 
the room, was especially loud and shrill. After all 
this was over we were shown into a bedroom which 
we had to share. There were two beds in it, and the 
clergymen insisted on my taking one of them while 
they shared the other. At early daybreak we started 
again, our kind hosts refusing to accept a penny 
from either of us either for food or forage. 

Going along the road my friend the reverend Doctor 
asked me whether I had ever been at one of these 
prayer-meetings before. I replied that I had not. 

"And may I ask what you thought of it?" he 

" Well, Doctor, perhaps you might be annoyed if 
I told you." 

" Oh no there's no fear of that ! " 
" Well, to tell you the truth, Doctor, I was thinking 
how the cherubs and seraphs would be scared when 
the old lady took her voice aloft and let free amongst 

The Doctor tried to look grave, but hardly suc- 
ceeded, for he burst out laughing. 

At a certain village further on, whither they were 
bound, I parted with my two friends and went on 
alone. I had to make particular inquiries about the 
cross-road I was to take and the accommodation I 
was to find for the night. I received full directions, 
and was told that at about sundown I should come 
upon a large farmhouse on a property belonging to 
a Mr. Van de Merwe, and called " Zeekoe Vley." 
The Van der Merwes, I was told, were better educated 
and more civilized than the generality of Dutch 


farmers, but that " they hated the sight of an 
Englishman." I took very little notice of this, as I 
had so often heard the same words spoken and yet 
found the people to whom they were applied kind 
and hospitable. I knew also that the farmers gene- 
rally liked advocates, and are especially civil to them 
probably thinking they may require their assistance 
some day, as they are somewhat inclined to litigation. 

At sundown I reached a large house, which I 
recognised from the description I had received of it 
as Mr. Van de Merwe's. A fine, tall young fellow 
was walking up and down the street. Pulling up, I 
got down, and, raising my hat, I asked him, in the 
best Dutch I could command, whether I might out- 
span there. The young man at once gave me per- 
mission, asking me who I was. I told him I was 
Advocate Cole. 

"Oh ! " he said, "I know Mynheer's name well, 
although I have never seen him before." 

I asked if I could get some forage, and was told, 
" Certainly ; " and whether I could stay there for the 
night, and was again answered, " Certainly." He 
then called to one of his men to come and assist my 
servant in taking out the horses and leading them to- 
the stable. He then asked me to come into the 
house, and as soon as we had entered he apologised 
to me for the absence of his father, who he said was 
away on a journey, and for his mother, who was. 
sick, while his only sister was attending on her. 
We sat down, and I began airing my bad Dutch , 
until at last I wondered to myself whether I could 
find anything further to say in that language. 
Suddenly a bright idea struck me. 


" Perhaps," I said in my own tongue, " Mynheer 
speaks English?" 

" Oh, yes," he replied, " I speak English speaking 
it just as well as I can. I was brought up at an 
English school at Uitenhage, and I received all my 
education in that language." 

" Then why on earth didn't you tell me that 
before?" I exclaimed. 

" Well, I wished to see how you would get on." 

The fact is he had been " pulling my leg " all the 
while; but I was so pleased at the process being 
concluded that I made no complaints. We then 
had a chat together, and struck up quite a friendship. 

After a time he conducted me to the dining-room, 
where we had an excellent supper ; and I sent to my 
cart for a bottle of Bass and one of sherry, and with 
these and some cigars I had with me we passed the 
evening pleasantly enough. 

I told him a number of stories, some of which 
might have been rather stale in Cape Town, but 
were new to him living in such an out-of-the-way 
place. He enjoyed them heartily, and contributed a 
few of his own about neighbours and various mishaps 
at shooting, hunting, &c. Then he led me to- 
my bedroom, where, on one of the big soft feather 
beds for which the Dutch farm-houses are famous, 
I slept as soundly as I ever did in my life. At peep 
of day I got up, and found my friend already risen 
with a cup of excellent coffee ready for me, my cart 
inspanned ready for a start. He had also entrusted 
some provisions to my servant for the road. Before 
parting I asked him what I owed him, and the reply 
was, " Nothing." 


" But," I said, " surely for the forage," because 
I knew that most farmers, while refusing to accept 
any money in return for the food and lodging they 
give you, accept payment for the forage you have 
had ; and they are quite right, for forage is part of 
their stock-in-trade, part of the produce of their 
farm in fact, by the sale of which they live. But 
my friend persistently refused to take a penny, saying 
that he had never enjoyed an evening in his life as 
yesterday, and expressing his earnest wish that I 
should come back to him some day. But his place 
was so far out of the way of our Circuit route that 
I never saw it or him again ; but I have never for- 
gotten the cordial reception I had from one who 
formed part of the family that " hated the very sight 
of an Englishman." 

I was once travelling with my wife on our road 
to Graaff Eeinet, having with us a newly-married 
young lady to whom my wife had given a seat in 
the cart. In the evening we drew up at a house 
where we were expected the house was the property 
of Mr. Lotz, one of the richest men in the district, 
owning thousands of acres of land, on one border of 
which rose a mountain to which his name had been 
given Lotzberg. Our host came out and greeted 
us most cordially, conducting us and the rest of the 
Circuit party into the house, which was a large well- 
built one with polished teak floors, window-sashes, 
and doors, and furnished in quite European fashion. 

Having shown the bachelor portion of the party 
to a room destined for their occupation that night, 
he led my wife and Mrs. E. to whom we had 
been introduced and myself into a fine large room 


containing a couple of handsome four-post brass 
bedsteads with lace curtains and hangings. 

" This," he said, " is for Mr. and Mrs. Cole and 
Mrs. E." 

Whereat the little lady raised her eyes in astonish- 
ment ; which, however, was vastly increased by my 
wife, who was very fond of fun, who with a hurried 
glance towards me said 

" Oh, thank you, Mr. Lotz that will be very 
comfortable ! " and, turning to Mrs. E., she went on 
" You see, you can have that bedstead to yourself, 
and we will take this one, and my husband can 
undress behind the curtains, and so it will be all 

The poor little woman looked positively aghast 
to think an English lady should sanction such a 
dreadful arrangement. I believe she felt inclined 
to rush out of the house and hide herself in the 

I suppose I need scarcely tell my readers that after 
we had all had a good supper and it became time to 
go to rest, I followed the bachelors into their room, 
leaving the two ladies in possession of the other one 
with the brass badsteads. When our host heard 
this in the morning he was thoroughly surprised, 
and could not conceive what fault we could find in 
the arrangements he had made for us. Saying, I 
daresay, to himself, "What queer notions some of 
these English have ! " But his farewell to us was 
as kindly and cordial as had been his reception to 
us the previous evening. 



Libel and Slander Duelling My own Experiences Fighting a 


ACTIONS for libel or slander are far from being un- 
common in this country. They are brought not only 
in the Supreme and Circuit, but they are brought also 
in the Magistrates' Court. I am sorry to say that very 
often the words complained of are spoken by a woman , 
and her husband has to pay the penalty. These suits 
are very expensive when brought in the higher Courts, 
for there is generally a great conflict of evidence in 
them, and the damages given are sometimes what is 
called " exemplary." But a great many of these 
actions are settled by apologies, and some of the 
apologies are so degradingly mean that it seems 
impossible they could be signed by people having the 
slightest trace of manliness in them. It is no un- 
usual thing to find one of them couched in somewhat 
such terms as these : 

" I hereby confess that the words I uttered reflect- 
ing on the character of Mr. B. are totally without 
foundation ; that I know nothing whatever against 
him, but believe him to be a most honourable gentle- 
man. I confess myself to be a wicked liar, and I 
thank Mr. B. for letting me off with this apology, 
which I have authorised him to publish in such 
newspapers as he may select." 


Such productions as these almost make us wish for 
the return of the old days of duelling, when a man 
who slandered another put his own life in danger. 
But no, I am glad that duelling has died out in this 
Colony as completely as it has done in England, being 
killed there mostly by ridicule. 

On the European continent the practice still pre- 
vails. In France they are generally mere farces. 
Two men cross rapiers, and one pinks the other 
slightly in the arm, inflicting a wound which scarcely 
requires more than a bit of sticking-plaster to heal it, 
and then they are satisfied. It is strange that the 
most quick-witted and sensitive nation in Europe 
shouM fail to see the ludicrous light in which these 
duels place their citizens. In Germany duels are 
often savage and sometimes brutal, and much the 
same is the case in Russia. The Italians seldom 
fight duels, the rule being for the injured man to 
stick a stiletto into the back of his traducer a con- 
venient plan, saving much time and trouble. 

I myself have never fought a duel or been challenged 
to do so, but I have had two somewhat different ex- 
periences connected with them. The first was in 
Port Elizabeth, when I was a very young man. One 

of my greatest friends there was a Lieutenant D , 

commanding a detachment of the 27th Eegiment, 
quartered in the town. A young gentleman whom I 
will call B - greatly cultivated D 's society, 
seldom failing to call on him daily. He was an 
amiable youth, but very feather-headed, and D 
was very fond of teasing. One day he went to D 's 
hotel, and going upstairs into his room began - 

" "Well, D , old fellow, how are you to-day ? " 


D assumed a look of blank amazement, saying 

" And pray sir, who are you ? " 

" Oh, come, old fellow, don't play the fool like 
that ! " said E . 

D , still preserving his gravity, rang the bell, 

and a waiter appeared. 

. "Waiter," said D , "pray, who is this gentle- 
man ? Can you tell me ? " 

The waiter, who had so constantly seen them 
together, put on a broad grin. 

" Oh, well," said E , in a rage, " if you mean to 

insult me you shall hear from me ! " and he stalked 
out of the room and out of the house. 

An hour or so later a gentleman, who announced 

himself as a friend of E 's, called upon D , 

and said he was commissioned by his friend to demand 
satisfaction for the insult D - had put upon him. 

" Oh, it's a challenge, ";said D . " I must refer 

you to my friend Mr. Cole do you know him ? " 

He did know me, and shortly afterwards called 
upon me. After a little talk we arranged our plans, 
and a meeting was fixed to take place next morning 
in a valley close to Port Elizabeth. 

At the appointed hour the two principals and the 
two seconds appeared upon the ground. AVe the 
seconds handed to each opponent a formidable look- 
ing duelling-pistol, which we had carefully loaded 
with blank cartridge only. The proper distance was 
measured off, the two antagonists were set facing each 

other, and at the given signal both fired. D , who 

was in the secret, fell flat on the ground as if mortally 

wounded ; while E , throwing down his pistol, 

cried " Heavens, I have killed my dearest friend! " 


and rushed to D -'s prostrate form. D , putting 

his thumb to his nose and extending his fingers, 

took " a sight " at K , who was so enraged at this 

that he wanted to insist on a genuine duel a outrance ; 
but we seconds interfered, and after a little palaver 
persuaded him to accept the whole affair as a practical 
joke from beginning to end ; and then the four of us 
returned to Port Elizabeth and cracked a bottle of 
champagne over the event. 

My second experience bid first to be a more serious 
one. A group of young barristers and students were 
chatting together in Inner Temple Lane. Among 

the barristers was a Mr. D y S r, and one 

E - G . S - in the course of the talk said 

something which was considered very insulting to 

G -, and, having said the words, walked away to 

his chambers. 

" He has insulted me ! " cried G - in a rage. 

" Challenge him challenge him ! " cried some of 
the young fellows. 

" Be jabers, I will then ! Cole, will you act for me?" 

I, who in those days dearly loved fun and mis- 
chief, walked down to S 's chambers, found him 
there, and stated my errand. S - was inclined 
to treat the affair with ridicule ; but I assured him 
the matter was serious. 

" Why, you know," said S , " if I accepted the 

challenge your friend would never fight." 

" Then, by Jove, " I added hotly, " I give you my 
word of honour I will fight for him ! " 

S looked grave, and I began again to point out to 

him that his language had really been insulting, and 
in the end induced him to authorise me to convey 


his apologies to G . I am not imputing cowardice 

to S , for I daresay he was greatly influenced by the 

reflection that it would be somewhat ridiculous to 
" go out " on such a trumpery affair. 

General Cloete, whom I have mentioned in a 
former chapter, did actually fight a duel in the 
outskirts of Cape Town, where he then held the 
office of Colonel Commandant. He had made some 
remarks reflecting on the effeminate voice and appear- 
ance of Dr. Barry, then principal medical officer of 
the troops in garrison, and the Doctor at once chal- 
lenged him to mortal combat. The meeting took 
place on the Flats, near Cape Town, and shots were 
exchanged, but without effect. The seconds then 
intervened, and insisted that there should be no more 
fighting. The parties were induced to shake hands, 
and all returned together to Cape Town. 

It was fortunate for the Colonel that he did not 
hit his antagonist, for after death it was discovered 
that Dr. Barry was a woman who had successfully 
disguised her sex all her life. She had passed the 
London hospitals, taken high degrees and medical 
diplomas, joined the forces as army surgeon, and in 
that capacity gained great reputation and fame for 
ability. It is said that only one man in the world 
knew the secret of her sex, and he, of course, never 
divulged it. This was Lord Charles Somerset, then 
Governor of the Cape Colony. 


The Law of the Colony and the Law of England. 

IT is scarcely necessary to tell even my English 
readers that the law of the Cape of Good Hope is 
the Roman-Dutch that is, the law of Holland based 
principally on the Roman. I am not going to write 
a disquisition on it ; it would not interest non- 
professionals, while those with legal knowledge 
would probably refer to the proverb about the grand- 
mother and her eggs. But I may say that I greatly 
admire it, and believe that no other system is better 
capable of rendering justice between man and man. 
As a matter of course we have borrowed consider- 
ably from the law of England, especially in criminal 
and mercantile cases. It must be remembered that 
the latest commentators on the Roman-Dutch law, 
as taken over in this country Van der Linden and 
Van der Keessel wrote no later than the commence- 
ment of the present century. At that time by the 
criminal law of Holland, like that of England, men 
were hanged for stealing a single sheep, or less 
matters than that, while some punishments were 
cruel in the extreme. The various reforms in the 
English Criminal Code have been effected from time 
to time almost, I might say, to the present day. The 
Roman-Dutch law has long been superseded in 



Holland by the Code Napoleon, and consequently 
has remained unchanged. The criminal law as now 
administered in this Colony is almost identical with 
that of England. In mercantile cases, too, it has been 
necessary to move forward with the times, for to 
quote decisions of one hundred years ago in com- 
mercial transactions would be palpably absurd, ex- 
cept so far as such decisions laid down certain broad 
principles which could not be lost sight of. 

The law is administered in the Colony, first, by 
the Supreme Court and its two branches, Grahams- 
town and Kimberley. 

Secondly, by the Circuit Courts, which are held 
twice a year in each district of the country, and these 
Courts have within the district in which they are 
held the same power as the Supreme Court. 

Thirdly, there are the Magistrates' Courts, one 
being established in every division of the Colony. 

The jurisdiction of these last is naturally restricted 
both in criminal and civil cases. In the higher 
Courts criminal cases are tried before a judge and a 
jury of nine men, whose verdict, as in England, must 
be unanimous. In civil cases trial by jury in the 
Supreme Court may take place if the parties to the 
suit so desire, but it is very rarely that a jury is 
asked for. 

I have said that we have borrowed considerably 
from the law of England, and I think that the latter 
might with advantage borrow from our law in certain 
cases, say, for instance, lunacy and divorce. The 
English process in the former is very prolix, and I am 
afraid sometimes slightly muddles the judges ; while 
in the latter the relief of the dissolution of the mar- 


riagc is granted only for the cause of infidelity ; we 
have a second cause, namely, " malicious desertion," 
which to me seems as good a cause as the other. 
But I must not discuss this subject, lest I should 
call down the thunders of the Church upon my 

The magistrates of the Colony are as a body well- 
educated and highly conscientious. Some of them 
have had legal training, or have applied themselves 
assiduously to the study of the law, and, of course, 
these make the most efficient magistrates. The 
others, having little or no training in the law, have 
to trust mainly to their own common sense, which, 
however, is by no means a safe guide, for A.'s 
common sense may lead him to quite a different con- 
clusion that B.'s might do. That they all desire to 
do justice to the best of their ability is to my mind 
clear. They make mistakes now and then, but 
seldom very serious ones, and there are compara- 
tively few appeals from their judgments. 

I shall give two or three instances more or less 
amusing of some of their decisions : the first shows 
great quickness and knowledge of human nature on 
the magistrate's part, 

A loafing sot was charged before him for about 
the twentieth time for being drunk and incapable. 
The case was quickly proved, and the magistrate 
told the prisoner that he must give him one month's 
hard labour, at which the man looked almost pleased. 
But, said the magistrate, turning to the gaoler, " take 
care that this man is well scrubbed from head to foot 
with soap-and-water every day that he remains in 
gaol." The prisoner's face betrayed the utmost con- 

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sternation. At the end of the month, when he was 
released, he made his way as quickly as possible out 
of the village and district, and was never seen in 
either again. 

The next instance shows curious ignorance on 
the part of a certain occupant of the magisterial 
bench. The case was tried before him, in the course 
of which the agent for the plaintiff quoted a passage 
from Van der Linden. It so happened that the: 
name of the Dutch Reformed Minister of the place 
was Van der Lingen. 

Says the magistrate 

" I know Mr. Van der Lingen very well ; he is a 
very good man and a very good minister, but he has 
nothing to say in this Court." 

He had evidently never heard of the great Dutch 

The third instance is of a very different kind to 
the other two. Very many years ago an old gentle- 
man was made magistrate of Simon's Town. A suit, 
was brought in his Court in which the plaintiff sued 
for the restoration of a horse, which he said was his 
property, but was unlawfully detained by the defen- 
dant. At the trial the plaintiff produced a crowd of 
witnesses, who all swore that they knew the horse 
quite well, and that it was certainly the property of 
the plaintiff. 

The defendant, on the other hand, produced an 
equally large crowd of witnesses, who swore point- 
blank that they also knew the horse, and it clearly 
belonged to the defendant. It was, in short, a case 
of conflict of evidence, through which a practised 
advocate might have found it difficult to have made 


his way. The magistrate looked puzzled ; then, 
addressing the plaintiff, said 

" You don't know a bit whether the horse is yours 
or not." 

And then to the defendant 

" And you don't know whether the horse is yours, 
either, and you come here and want me to find out 
which of you it belongs to. I tell you what it is 
I'll see you both d d first ! " 

The clerk of the Court discreetly entered this on 
the roll as absolution from the instance, each party 
paying his own costs ; and this was really about 
what the magistrate meant ; but he was an old sailor, 
and expressed his judgment in somewhat uncon- 
ventional terms. 

A few more words with regard to our magistrates. 
Nearly every one of them is also Civil Commissioner 
of his district, his principal duties being to collect 
its revenues mostly quit-rents and to issue stamps, 
receive transfer dues, and so forth. He is also 
expected to make himself thoroughly acquainted, not 
only with the boundaries of his own division, but of 
those of most of the farms within it ; and he is Presi- 
dent of the Divisional Council, and he has charge of 
the roads. 

It will be seen that these duties have no natural 
connection with those of a magistrate, and a man 
may be a very good officer in one capacity and any- 
thing but a good one in the other. Considering that 
the magistrates are selected from all branches of the 
Civil Service, one can imagine a custom-house or 
post-office clerk making a capital Civil Commissioner, 
but, from never having opened a law-book, a very 


poor magistrate. It has always seemed to me that 
the two offices should be kept distinct, as is the case 
with the division of the Cape and that of Griqualand 
West. Some attempts have been made within the 
last three or four years to establish examinations in 
law among Civil servants, the successful candidates 
being supposed to have a preferable claim to be 
appointed to vacant magistracies. However, these 
examinations are, to use a well-worn phrase, "a, 
step in the right direction." 


Climate and Scenery. 

XOT very long ago one of the most distinguished 
members of our House of Assembly spoke of our 
" unequalled climate." With all deference to the 
honourable gentleman, I must say that this is 
nonsense. The Colony has not one climate only, 
but at least four or five different ones. To begin 
with, there is the climate of the Cape peninsula, as 
we call that part of the Colony beginning with the 
shores of Table Mountain and ending at Cape Point, 
which is the Cape of Good Hope proper. A somewhat 
distinguished visitor from England lately eulogised 
the beautiful and varied scenery of this part of the 
Colony, but said he thought the climate detestable. 
Without going so far as this, I may say that I think 
it is anything but an agreeable one. The winters, 
are cold and damp, with downfalls of rain lasting 
often four, five, or six days together, with an interval 
now and then of a wretched drizzle, making one's 
body feel, as Mr. Mantalini says, "a dem'd moist 
unpleasant one," with a variety now and then in the 
shape of thunderstorms. The gales that set into 
Table Bay at this season used, before the completion 
of the breakwater, to play havoc with the shipping. 
In summer we have our far-famed south-easters, than 
which it is difficult to imagine a more disagreeable 
wind. It whirls up clouds of dust and sand, blows 


down young trees and sometimes old ones, unroofs a 
few houses, and renders it difficult for even strong 
and active people to keep their legs, while in the 
meantime they are being choked. It makes Table 
Bay a sheet of white foam, and vessels can rarely 
anchor or leave it while its fury lasts, and it often 
does last for many days together. AVhen it ceases 
the heat is generally intense, and of that moist kind 
which is generally more oppressive than heat of a 
dry atmosphere. 

It must not be supposed that I mean to say we 
have no really fine weather ; indeed, we have some of 
ths most beautiful weather in the world, and this 
for a time makes us forget south-easters in the one 
season and rain-storms in the other. I have said 
nothing about spring or autumn, because they hardly 
exist except in name generally we plunge headlong 
from winter into summer, and from summer into 
winter. The early summer has generally some cold, 
and the early winter some hot, days. As a curious 
specimen of weather, I may refer to the last summer 
(1895), when we had to use house-fires to within two 
days of Christmas Day, which would be about the 
same thing as using them up to the 22nd of June. 

Then there is the climate of the coast-line country, 
extending along the shores of the Indian Ocean as 
far as East London. The climate of this line of 
country is somewhat similar to that of the Cape 
peninsula, but is less subject to sudden and violent 
changes. It is also occasionally afflicted with 
droughts, which seldom affect us, and enjoys a great 
many more thunderstorms than we do. Beyond East 
London and the Transkei comes Pondoland, of which 


I know nothing personally ; but an excellent autho- 
rity, Mr. E. W. Murray, Junr., who has lived a great 
deal in it, says that, taking the climate all the year 
round, it is the most delicious one he has ever 
lived in. 

Then we have the great Karroo a vast tract of 
sun-baked clay, with scarcely any vegetation beyond 
a little stunted bush, generally not more than a foot 
high. It is difficult to imagine a drier climate than 
this. I have been on farms in the Karroo where not 
a drop of rain has fallen for two whole consecutive 
years. This gives it the reputation of being very 
beneficial to invalids suffering from pulmonic com- 
plaints ; and I believe it is so, but that scarcely 
makes it a pleasant climate for healthy people to live 
in. The winters are generally cold and the summers 
occasionally desperately hot, and yet the soil of this 
barren tract, with plenty of water supplied to it, 
becomes one of the most fertile in the world. I have 
often visited a farm in the Karroo called " Zout- 
kloof," which has an unfailing spring of water upon 
it, and I have never seen finer figs or potatoes, 
besides many other kinds of fruit and vegetables, 
than are grown in the garden of this place. I may 
add that attempts have of late been made to raise 
water to the surface of the soil by means of artesian 
wells, and many of these attempts have proved very 
successful. If the success should continue over great 
tracts of land, the appearance of the country would 
become w T holly changed and the climate vastly im- 

Then there is Griqualand West, which is, strictly 
speaking, a part of the Karroo country, but the 


climate very different. In winter the nights and early 
mornings are frequently frosty, and pools of water 
covered with thin ice ; during the greater portion of 
the day the air is deliciously fresh, cool, and bracing, 
so that merely to breathe it seems to make life worth 
living. There is. something approaching to spring 
and autumn there, but of very short duration. The 
summer is very hot, but perfectly dry heat, making 
it by no means oppressive, as you would anticipate 
from the thermometer. I have sat on the Bench of 
the High Court for two or three consecutive days 
with the thermometer from 100 to 107 in the shade, 
and yet I have suffered less inconvenience than I 
have experienced with the thermometer only a little 
over 80. The ugliest part of the summer is the 
prevalence of dust-storms ; they beat even our south- 
easters in force, breaking down trees, lifting roofs off 
houses, and depositing them where they were never 
intended to be, and making it almost impossible to 
leave your house while they continue. Fortunately 
they are generally of only short duration say two 
hours or so, and mostly followed by thunderstorms 
and heavy rain. In the early days of the Diamond 
Fields there was a great deal of what was called 
" camp fever" ; but with the magnificent supply of 
water which the town of Kimberley now has, the 
better-constructed dwellings, and the cleanlier habits 
of life, I look upon Kimberley as a healthy town at 
all events, I spent about four or five years there 
without an hour's illness. 

I have already spoken of the Great Karroo and its 
climate, but it is beaten in regard to this by Nama- 
qualand a waterless land, as its name implies. 


Droughts are so long and so frequent in that country 
that, as is the case at this moment, they spread 
famine and distress through the land. At the same 
time a part of this country is rich in minerals, espe- 
cially in copper, the mines of which are pretty well 
known everywhere, and, I may add, is fortunate in 
being well represented in Parliament. 

But I have, so far, omitted another tract of country, 
namely the uplands of Albany, Queenstown, and other 
districts. These have a very good climate, reversing 
the order of things in the Cape peninsula ; they get 
nearly all their rain in summer principally by thunder- 
storms, while the winters are cold, dry, and bracing ; 
and they are justly considered very healthy districts. 

Now I leave my readers to judge whether I was 
not correct in saying that the Cape has not one 
climate, but about half-a-dozen. If I were asked 
which I consider the best, and which the worst, 
I am afraid I should have to put that of the Cape 
peninsula very low on the list, and that of Griqua- 
land West very high if not the highest on it. But 
to compare any one of them with those of the Canary 
Islands, the Azores, and parts of the Riviera in 
Europe, would to my mind be absurd. 

I wish to say a few words only about Cape 
scenery. While it has some which is squalid and 
dreary in the extreme, it has much that is most 
beautiful and even grand. The late Lord Carnarvon 
on his visit to the Colony said that he had hardly 
seen anything in Europe more grand and beautiful at 
the same time than the scenery of the Hex River 
Mountains. Then we have some famous mountain 
passes, all more or less grand, such as Bain's Kloof, 


Mitchell's Pass, Montague Pass, The Kat Berg, Van 
Staaden's Heights, the forests of the Knysna and 
Plettenberg's Bay, the lovely slopes of Lower Albany 
with its smiling valleys and grassy stretches down to 
the Kowie River, which is really an arm of the sea, 
navigable by steam-launches as far as about nine or 
ten miles from the mouth, the windings of the river, 
thickly wooded on both sides, being most picturesque ; 
British Kaffraria, pronounced by some visitors to have 
the most lovely scenery in South Africa ; and last, but 
certainly not least, is our own Cape peninsula, whose 
scenery from simple prettiness to absolute grandeur, 
through every intervening variety of beauty, is 
scarcely to be surpassed in the world. 


Our Parliament Sketches in both Houses. 

THIS Colony has produced but one real statesman 
one, however, of such a foremost class as to make him 
renowned not only in Europe, but I may say through- 
out the whole civilized w T orld. No need to name him. 
But if none of our public men have not quite attained 
to the rank of statesmen, many of them have been 
distinguished politicians. 

To begin with, I will take the late Mr. Saul Solomon, 
who, labouring under terrible physical disadvantages- 
for he was but a small dwarf and crippled made 
himself, as a friend of mine termed him, a little 
martello tower of strength in the House of Assembly. 
He spoke with great fluency, but naturally in a 
somewhat shrill voice, and he seemed never to be at 
a loss for the word he wanted. He took a large grasp 
of most of the subjects which came before the Legis- 
lature, and had an eminently practical way of dealing 
with them. Like most of us, he had his " fads," 
such as the voluntary principle in religious establish- 
ments, which he advocated as if the fate of the 
powers depended on it, and his love for the Cape 
law of inheritance happily now repealed ; and I 
should think it must have been repealed to his own 
satisfaction, for he was a bachelor when he fought 
for its maintenance, but when somewhat advanced 


in years he took unto himself a wife and had a family, 
and it must have been a satisfaction to him to know 
that he could distribute his property among them as 
he pleased. 

Then there was Mr. (afterwards Sir John) Molteno, 
a man of handsome and commanding presence, with 
a strong, pleasant voice, but, alas ! it was not quite 
pleasant it always appeared to be forced and un- 
natural. He, too, had command of plenty of words, 
and used them with force and effect. His one great 
political object appeared to be to enforce the intro- 
duction of responsible government into the Colony, 
and for this he fought incessantly. The late Mr. 
Justice Fitzpatrick once said to me, " I went yester- 
day to the House of Assembly to hear Molteno speak. 
I wanted to find out the secret of his success, and I 
think I have done so. He has no imagination, and 
is therefore quite unable to illustrate his arguments 
by tropes and metaphors ; even his arguments are not 
strong, and he has no tact ; but when he gets hold of 
an idea he treats it like a big nail, and hammers it 
until by continued thumping he has driven it into 
the wood right up to the head." I do not think a 
better sketch could be made of the honourable gentle- 
man. He was certainly neither a statesman nor an 
orator, and yet by perseverance and force of character 
he was enabled to carry his pet scheme and to secure 
to himself a large and faithful following. He began 
life a poor man, and, after being farmer, merchant, 
wool-washer, and land speculator, he realized a very 
large fortune, to be distributed among a very large 
family. He was three times married and had children 
by each wife. 


Next I may select the Honourable J. X. Merriman, 
M.L.A., still in the prime of life and in the full 
vigour of his mental forces. He is a somewhat 
stately-looking person with an admirable and flexible 
voice, and although very fluent his utterance is so 
distinct that he gives the reporters no trouble. He 
is an excellent debater I should say second to none 
in the House. He is said to be erratic ; but this 
probably means that he is always ready to tackle any 
subject that presents itself, and treats it from his own 
point* of view, which occasionally differs from the 
views of the party for which he is supposed to act. 
He has great powers of sarcasm, and knows how to 
use them when the occasion demands it. I think I 
should be disposed to rank him as almost the most 
distinguished member of the Cape Parliament. But 
I know he dislikes flattery, so my eulogy must cease. 
I have written it, however, the more cordially because 
I have always suspected the honourable gentleman of 
disliking me personally why, I do not know and 
cannot guess. Perhaps it is another case of "Dr. 

Then there is our present Premier, Sir Gordon 
Sprigg. Let me start by saying that I know him to 
be a very hard-working Minister, and I believe him 
to be a thoroughly conscientious one, and if I point 
out some of what I consider his defects it must not 
be supposed I do so to make a feeling of animosity. 
He is a fluent speaker we are all fluent speakers in 
this country but his voice is somewhat harsh and 
grating. He nearly always treats the subject very 
practically, and displays a great amount of firmness 
and determination. He is accused of a prejudice 


against our Dutch fellow-Colonists; but I hardly think 
the accusation is a fair one, though he is no doubt 
often greatly annoyed at the ignorance and prejudice 
displayed by many of them, even some who have 
seats in Parliament, and he gave strong expression 
to this feeling some time ago in reference to the 
opposition raised against the Scab Act. He never 
shirks details, being, in my opinion, a little too fond 
of them dealing with matters which might well be 
left to people with a less exalted position in the 
service. Thus, some time ago he issued certain regu- 
lations requiring every man in the Civil Service from 
one end of the Colony to the other, and whatever his 
position might be, to be in his office every morning 
by 8.30 A.M. a fairly early hour for breakfast, one 
would think thus compelling men who live in the 
suburbs to rise by lamplight in winter and take 
breakfast at 7.30 A.M. a pleasant hour on a cold, 
rainy, dark morning! Then he fixed the exact 
time to be allowed to each man for his lunch. Now 
it would be curious to read Mr. Punch's comments 
on such regulations issued by Mr. Gladstone, Lord 
Bosebery, or Lord Salisbury. It seems to me that 
the Premier might have gone a little farther, and 
specified the exact kinds of viands and liquors to be 
consumed by each man at his lunch according to his 
rank in the service. But this perhaps might have 
got him into hot w r ater, and I believe he prefers 
putting hot water into himself. He is a stout Free 
Trader, as he always boasts, though he dallied a little 
last Session with Protection in regard to the impor- 
tation of bread stuffs and fresh wheat. He has since 
declared himself firmly resolved to give no protection 


to bread stuffs, but I think he is silent about meat, 
reminding one of the negro sailor at the helm on 
board his ship. " Hard a port," shouts the captain. 
''Hard a port it is, sah," answers Sambo; "little 
'tarboard same time, sah, eh." 

The Hon. Mr. Sauer was, until the other day, 
the leader of the so-called Opposition ; but he has 
recently been dethroned or has resigned, and his 
successor, as far as I know, has not yet been chosen. 
His friends pronounce him the most perfect debater 
in the House of Assembly, and I shall not dispute 
their verdict, though I may /say that the tones of his 
voice and his address generally seem to me some- 
thing approaching the pompous. That he works 
hard and devours Blue Books as assiduously as any 
man in Parliament cannot be disputed : thus he is 
always ready to take part in any discussion, though 
the subject may often lie somewhat out of the line of 
his experience or learning. He was one of the three 
ministers who broke away from Mr. Rhodes' first 
Administration. I have some doubts if he will ever 
be asked to join another one. 

The Hon. Mr. Innes is also a shining light in our 
Legislature. Of his ability and general intelligence 
there can be no doubt. His oratory is not much to 
my taste, he is a rapid speaker ; but his sentences are 
somewhat jumpy and wanting in "finish," as Mr. 
Disraeli said of Sir AVilliam Harcourt's humour. 
He is a thorough- going South African patriot but 
not a bondsman. His legal acquirements are very 
great, and his practice as an advocate consequently 
very large. Altogether, considering that he received 
his entire education, both scholastic and professional, 



in this country, he is certainly a remarkable man, 
and one of whom the Cape Colony is justly proud. 

The Hon. Mr. Schreiner, lately Attorney-General, 
is a man of great learning and great ability. His 
readiness to deal with any subject " he is as quick 
as lightning," said a friend of mine gives him great 
force and influence in the House of Assembly. He 
took high degrees at Cambridge, and whether we 
regard him as a scholar, a lawyer, or a politician, he 
is a man in a thousand. 

Sir James Sivewright is a man whom I greatly 
admire. If he is not quite a statesman he makes a 
nearer approach to the character than any other 
man, with the exception of our one great statesman. 
At all events, if he is not a statesman he is a thorough 
diplomatist, and is the only Cape Colonist who can 
deal effectively with Oom Paul, whom he is able to 
smooth down and lead almost as he pleases. The 
energy and ability he brings to bear on every subject 
with which he deals stamp him as a born minister. 
He is equal to the duties of any office in the Cabinet. 
An admirable, fluent speaker, with a strong Scotch 
accent, which, when he gets excited, becomes power- 
ful enough to transport you veritably to the Land o' 
Cakes ; he has certainly no match in the present 

After these few selections from the House of 
Assembly it might be supposed that I should have 
something to say about the Legislative Council. 
But with the exception of the President, there is 
hardly a member of it who has made much stir, or 
indeed attempted to make one in politics. But there 
are one or two sturdy model legislators in it. Take, 


for instance, the Hon. W. Ross, a straightforward, 
honest, and plain-spoken man, never hesitating to 
call a spade by its real name, and quite careless as to 
what posing critics may say. of him. He speaks as 
earnestly as he thinks. 

Then there is the Hon. Mr. Faure, a Cabinet 
Minister, not only a conscientious man devoted to 
his duties, but one of finished urbanity and courteous 
manner; yet he knows how to administer a snub 
when he pleases, which comes all the more forcibly 
from so unpretentious a man. 

Perhaps it may be thought that I ought here to 
give some account of my OW T II political career, for I 
have at different times represented four separate 
divisions of the Colony in our Parliament, namely, 
those of the Cape, Albert, King Williams Town, and 
Colesberg. I did my duty to the best of my ability 
in the House of Assembly, taking part in many 
debates and making a number of speeches, some 
of which were extravagantly praised, and others 
perhaps more justly roundly abused. Neither 
favourable nor hostile criticism moved me much ; but 
I must frankly confess I was never able to throw 
myself heart and soul into Cape politics ; I could 
never attach myself to any particular party, probably 
being unable to understand the principles which 
guided it, and thus I was never a strong partisan. 

" In moderation placing all my glory, 
While Tories called me Whig, and Whigs a Tory." 

Let no one suppose that in writing thus I mean 
to depreciate the pursuit of politics either in the 
mother country or here, or that I for a moment agree 

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with that very dogmatic old gentleman, Dr. Samuel 
Johnson, who declared politics to be the last refuge 
of a scoundrel. On the contrary, I believe that many 
of the legislators in this country and at home are 
actuated by the highest motives, desirous of pro- 
moting the welfare and prosperity of the land they 
live in. If I have been unable to follow or imitate 
them I can only cry meet culpa, mea culpa. 

( 101 ) 


Some Judicial Experiences of my Own and some of other Judges. 

THE life of the Cape judge is a peculiar one when 
compared with a judge in England. Occasionally, 
but not very often, he has very little to do ; but at 
other times he is so overwhelmed with work that 
it is difficult for him to get through it. This is 
especially the case with the Criminal Sessions and 
with Circuits generally. The interpretation takes up 
a great deal of time in Court : thus, supposing a 
prisoner to be a Hottentot, who understands no 
language but Cape Dutch, a Kafir witness is called 
who understands scarcely a word of any tongue but 
his own, then the interpreter understands Kafir and 
Dutch, but not English ; he has to interpret from 
Kafir into Dutch, while another interpreter has to 
interpret from Dutch to English, so that the judge 
may make his notes of what is said. All this is 
very wearisome, especially as there is no authorised 
shorthand writer to save the judge's time by taking 
down the evidence, and afterwards turning it into 
the usual long hand. It would be a great saving of 
time, labour, and expense for the longer a Circuit 
Court lasts the greater expense to the country if a 
Government shorthand writer were appointed to each 
Circuit Court. 

Then the interpretation is often very unsatisfactory, 


if not so much in taking the evidence as in giving 
the judge's summing-up to the jury. Many of them 
break down over this test, and Mr. Justice Cloete 
once performed the extraordinary feat of first address- 
ing a jury and it was a long address in English, 
and afterwards recommencing translating all that he 
had said in Dutch. I was told by one who heard it, 
and was better able to judge of it than myself, that 
the translation was simply perfect. The late Mr. 
Serrurier, in the Supreme Court, when there were 
Dutchmen on the jury, used to make them sit at one 
end of the jury box next to which he stood and rattle 
them off the judge's address as he went on, without 
the slightest interruption. But such men are not to 
be met with in Circuit towns. The present inter- 
preter of the Supreme Court is a most accomplished 
gentleman, being the master of at least three or four 
languages, and he is quite capable of doing as his 
predecessors did ; but then his services are available 
on the Western Circuit only, the other two Circuits 
having to depend on such interpreters as may from 
such and such a time turn up. I took the Northern 
Circuit three times and never had the same interpreter 
on each. 

The status of a judge is very highly appreciated in 
this country, and I doubt whether the occupants of 
the Bench are treated with greater respect anywhere 
else than they meet with on all sides in this country. 
This may be partly owing to the fact that by the 
Charter of Justice their rank is fixed above that of all 
other Colonists after the Governor and the General 
commanding the forces. But I think there are other 
causes at work. Their half-yearly visit to every town 


in which the Circuit Court is held is eagerly looked 
forward to by the inhabitants of the places, and on 
their arrival there are received with as much rever- 
ence as a Royal prince would be at home. It is 
customary for the Circuit Judge to give a dinner- 
party in each Circuit town, to which are invited the 
magistrate, the sheriff, the district surgeon, clergy- 
men of the English and Dutch Churches, some other 
officials, and as many members of the Bar as the 
table will accommodate. 

These dinners are greatly enjoyed, bringing the 
inhabitants of remote places in contact with those 
freshly from the capital. Naturally the success of 
the entertainments depends considerably on the judge 
himself and his possession of bonhomie. I have 
been present at some judges' dinners which seemed 
to cast a wet blanket over everybody present, owing 
to the want of geniality on the part of the host, 
and I have known others of the liveliest description, 
where the jests circulated as freely as the dishes and 
the wine. The clergymen of both churches, to do 
them justice, often contribute greatly to the success 
of the feast, being men of intelligence and learning. 
At a dinner given by myself where the fun was going 
on well, a barrister at the bottom of the table cried 
out to me 

"Judge, they are beginning to talk religion up 

" Good gracious ! " I exclaimed, " are we already 
so drunk as that ? " 

At which there was a laugh ; but, seriously, I have 
often observed the tendency of people, who have had 
more wine than they are accustomed, to fall into 


theological discussions. I may say, however, that I 
have never known anything like excess to prevail at 
the Circuit dinners. 

When a judge travels in this country a whole 
carriage of five compartments is assigned to him, for 
the conveyance of himself, his registrar, his servants, 
and his baggage, and no one is allowed to enter the 
sacred precincts of this carriage except the judicial 
party and such friends as the judge may choose to 
invite. When he travels by road away from the 
line of railway he is provided with a large travelling 
spring waggon drawn by eight horses, and which 
carries his servants, his luggage, and his travelling 
stock of provisions, wines, &c. It is customary on 
his approaching a Circuit town for him to be met 
by a party of Mounted Volunteers or Cape Mounted 
Police, to escort him into town, making quite an 
imposing cavalcade. I forgot to mention that for 
the judge's own use is provided either a Cape cart 
or, better still, an American spider carriage drawn by 
four horses. Like other travellers he has of course 
to outspan for breakfast and luncheon, and to enjoy 
those meals in the open air. 

On one occasion a judge whose equipages were 
outspanned, and who was very fond of a little 
pedestrianism, set off to walk by himself towards the 
town to which he was bound, telling his people to 
follow him when they were ready. On his road he 
was met by a file of Cape Mounted Police with a 
sergeant at their head, who cried out to him 

" I say, old fellow, where is the judge ? " 

" Oh, you'll find his waggons at the outspan 


" All right, we'll have a drink, old chap," producing 
a flask from his pocket. 

" No, thank you," said the judge. 

" Oh, come, old chap, don't say no." 

" But I really must refuse," said the judge. 

" Well, then you are a jolly old muff, that's all." 

When the sergeant reached the outspan place the 
equipages were just about ready to start. 

" Where's the judge ? " asked the sergeant of the 

" Why, you must have met him on foot," answered 
the butler. 

" No, we didn't," replied the sergeant. 

" Why there is only one road, and he went off on 
that one." 

The sergeant looked a little grave and asked how 
the judge was dressed. The butler gave an accurate 
but perhaps not a very flattering description of his 
master's travelling costume. 

" Hulloa ! " cries the sergeant, " was that the 
judge ? By jove, and I called him a jolly old muff ! 
What shall I do now ? " 

" Oh, don't trouble yourself," said the butler ; " the 
judge is very good-natured, and he won't take any 
notice of your mistake." 

Nor did he, for when the party overtook him on 
the road the sergeant drew up his men on salute 
point and the judge returned the salute before enter- 
ing his carriage without giving any other recognition 
of the sergeant or his men. 

Another curious incident occurred with regard to 
the same judge. He was in a Circuit town and was 
returning home to his lodgings from a very early 


morning walk, when he went into a chemist's shop 
and asked for a bottle of soda water. 

" All right, old gentleman," said the smart youth 
behind the counter; " I see what it is hot coppers, 
eh ? " 

" It's nothing of the kind, I'm Mr. Justice - 
" Oh, lor ! " cries the assistant. " I beg pardon, 
my Lord ; I didn't know your Lordship. I beg 

" Oh, never mind," said the judge, " there's no 
harm done," and, paying for his soda water, walked 

Now this judge was not only a very learned one 
but as amiable and good-tempered a man as could 
be found. It seemed impossible that he could ever 
have known what anger was. But he w r as certainly 
not of commanding aspect, and this probably accounts 
for the two mistakes I have chronicled. 

I may here relate two curious incidents in my own 
judicial career. I was one day going down to my 
chambers, and had very nearly reached them, when 
I was accosted by an Irishwoman. 

" Plaise, me Lard, may I spake to you ? " 

" Certainly, what is it ? " 

" Ye see, me Lard, my husband has been behaving 
very badly to me, and yesterday he took to baiting 
me, and I want you to give me a divorce from him." 

" Yes, but when where ? " 

"At wunst, me Lard." 

" What here, where we are ? " 

" Af it plaise ye, me Lard, yes." 

I told her that I had no power to do that and she 
must bring an action against her husband and have 
it properly tried in Court. I asked her if she knew 


any respectable attorney in town, but she did not, so 
I told her to go and see my clerk and he would 
advise her where to go to. She was grateful but 
looked a little disappointed at the law's delays, 
evidently thinking it rather hard that she couldn't 
get a divorce in the street without her husband 
knowing anything about it. 

The other incident occurred while travelling on 
Circuit. When we came to Carlisle Bridge, in the 
division of Albany, where there is a toll-bar, the toll- 
keeper came up to my carriage he was an Irishman 
and said 

" I don't think I can ask ye Lardship for any toll.'' 

"Why not?" I asked. 

" Well, ye see, me Lard, ye're riding in one of the 
Queen's carriages " it had the Royal arms on the 
panel " and the Queen pays no tolls." 

I told him that that w r as perfectly true in England, 
but the judges on Circuit had always paid tolls, and 
that while the half-crown might be of some service 
to him, I did not think the Cape Government would 
miss it. He took the toll but looked rather disturbed 
in his conscience at doing so. I wonder what Mr. 
Weller senior would have said of such a pikeman. 

This recalls to me a story which I fear may be a 
" chestnut," but I shall risk repeating it. 

Sir Walter Scott and an Irish gentleman were 
having a little friendly controversy concerning the 
loyalty of their respective countrymen. The dis- 
cussion went on well enough, and neither party 
seemed to give it up, when the Irishman said 

" Now look at this as a specimen of Irish loyalty. 


When the King George IV. was over in Ireland 
lately he passed with his retinue through a certain 
turnpike gate, nobody, of course, thinking of stopping 
him, the toll-keeper himself waving his cap over 
his head and shouting, Hurrah for the King ; but 
the worthy Pat on the other side of the road noticed 
this, and as soon as the cavalcade had passed he 
went up to the toll-man and said 

" ' What for didn't ye git ye toll ? ' 

" 'Sure,' said the man, 'I couldn't ask the King 
to pay me.' 

" ' And de ye think,' says Pat, ' that I'd let his 
Majesty be beholden to the likes of ye for his toll. 
No ; there's your money,' " pulling some silver from 
his pocket. 

Sir Walter Scott, laughing, said 

" Well, I give it up now. I confess I don't believe 
any countryman of my own would ever think of 
offering to pay the King's toll for him." 

( 109 ) 


My Success at the Bar The Rules which guided me. 

SOME strange scenes have occurred in my practice at 
the Cape Bar, perhaps more in criminal than in civil 
cases. I had once to defend a prisoner charged with 
uttering base coin ; he pleaded not guilty, and a jury 
having been called, the Registrar pointed to them 
and put the usual question to the prisoner 

" Do you object to being tried by any of these 
gentlemen ? " 

" I do," he answered. 

" Which of them ?" 

" I object to the whole lot of them." 

I suggested, "Perhaps you object to being tried 
at all?" 

" I do, sar." 

But as we couldn't accommodate him in that 
respect the case had to go on. The coins, which 
were pretended half-crowns, were produced, evidently 
made of pewter and a shockingly bad imitation of 
any coin in the world. I suggested that the attempt 
to pass must have been a practical joke, as it was 
impossible that anybody could be deceived by such 
things. But it appeared that the prisoner and an- 
other man used to go late in the evening to some 
shop hardly lighted at all by a dip candle, and, 
selecting some article worth about a penny, would 
hand over one of these imitations and get the 


change for it, and in this manner several tradesmen 
were victimised, so the prisoner was very properly 

My success in the defence of criminal cases was 
great, and occasionally surprised myself ; but I had 
laid down three rules for my own guidance from 
which I never departed. 

The first was, never to import myself into the case 
that is to say, never to press my own personal 
opinions on it to the jury. It always appeared to me 
to be a degradation to the profession for a barrister 
to use such sentences as " I firmly believe so and so," 
though I am aware this has been done by a few 
men in England distinguished for their advocacy in 
criminal cases. 

The second was, never to bully a witness in cross- 
examination, if it was possible to avoid it. I always 
preferred the suaviter in modo, endeavouring to get 
on friendly terms with the witness, and apparently 
accepting the truth of what he said until I had led 
him on to the pit-fall I had laid for him, and into 
which he ignominiously flopped. I have bullied a 
witness when I knew him to be a shameless scoundrel. 
On one occasion a witness whom I was pressing very 
hard fainted twice, or pretended to faint, during the 
cross-examination, and had to be carried out of 
Court. When he presented himself in the box a 
third time I declined to ask him a single further 
question, telling the judge that the answers I had 
already elicited and the witness' demeanour in the 
box were quite sufficient for the support of my case. 

The late Baron Huddlestone prided himself greatly 
on his cross-examining powers, but he one day met 


his match in a witness on Circuit. This was a horse- 
dealer in Cheltenham, named Jacobs. Mr. Huddle- 
stone knew all about him, and often expressed his 
wish to get that fellow into the box, when he thought 
he would turn him inside out. The opportunity at 
last occurred, and in a case which Mr. Huddlestone 
was defending a horse-dealing case Jacobs was 
called by the plaintiff as a witness. When the time 
for cross-examination occurred, Mr. Huddlestone 
stood up and, looking hard at the witness, said 

" Now then, Jacobs." 

" Now then, Huddlestone," says the witness. 

Mr. Huddlestone was terribly taken back by sur- 
prise. The idea of addressing him, the great shining 
light on his Circuit, and married to the daughter of a 
Duke, in such an insolent manner was too much for 
him. He looked up at the judge and the judge 
turning to the witness said 

" You must treat the learned counsel with proper 

Begging your Lordship's pardon," said the witness, 
" look here, the counsel addresses me in the most 
familiar terms, and calls- me Jacobs, as if I had no 
right to a handle to my name ; I'm sure your Lordship 
would never have treated me in that style." 

Mr. Huddlestone was here about to interfere when 
Jacobs, waving his hand to him, said 

" "Wait a minute, Mr. Huddlestone, I'm talking to 
a gentleman now ; when I have done with him I shall 
be ready for you.''' 

The examination then went on. 

" Well, then, Mr. Jacobs," said Huddlestone. 

" Well, then, Mr. Huddlestone," said Jacobs. 


But the witness was terribly astute and foiled Mr. 
Huddlestone at every point, so that he threw himself 
into his seat saying 

" I can do nothing with this witness, my Lord." 

" No," said Jacobs, sotto voce, but loud enough to 
be heard by the Court, " I never thought you would." 

The third principle to which I always adhered 
was to watch carefully the countenances of the jury- 
men whom I was addressing, so as to see whether 
they were agreeing or disagreeing with me. Occa- 
sionally I would see five or six apparently approving 
of what I said, and the rest three or four looking 
quite unconvinced ; for the benefit of these last I 
would recapitulate some of my arguments with fresh 
illustrations, till I could see by their looks that they 
were coming round to my views. Of course this 
could not always be done, and I could see two or 
three determined not to be convinced ; then there was 
nothing for it but to make up one's mind to an 
adverse verdict. 

Again, the race of the jurymen influenced me. I 
should not think of addressing a Boer jury in the 
same style as an English one. With a mixed jury 
your arguments had also to be mixed. I made a 
few allowances for the peculiar views which I knew 
would be taken by the men of different race. 

At Queenstown once I had to defend an English- 
man charged with flogging his Kafir servant most 
unmercifully. The jury were all Englishmen born, 
and I knew my men, therefore one great point I 
made was this 

" Do you Englishmen think which is more likely 
that a Kafir you know the people pretty well - 


should come here and lie, or that an Englishman, 
your own countryman, should commit the atrocities 
imputed to him ? " 

This is, of course, a mere outline of what I used ; 
but I could see by the faces of the jury that I had hit 
the right nail on the head. Notwithstanding a severe 
summing up by the judge against the prisoner, he 
was acquitted triumphantly without the jury having 
even left the box to consult. 

The next day, meeting the judge, he said 

"That was a very good idea of yours, Cole; but, 
after all, which lied ? Was it the Kafir? " 

"Well," I replied, "the jury seemed to think so; 
and, you see, we can't go behind the verdict cf the 
jury. He laughed and said 

" Of course not ; and you knew how to deal with 
a jury of John Bulls." 

One of the most important cases I was ever engaged 
in was that of a rich Dutch farmer in the Beaufort 
West district, who was charged with the wilful 
murder of his Kafir servant boy, whom I had to 
defend. The case excited the utmost interest, as the 
man was not only wealthy himself, but had a large 
number of rich and influential relatives. The case 
lasted from nine o'clock in the morning till past ten 
o'clock at night, with about two half-hour intervals 
for refreshment. Thus I may say we actually worked 
for full twelve hours, when a verdict of " Not guilty " 
was returned by the jury, and I impute this greatly 
to the ignorance of the judge, the jury, and myself on 
one point. The evidence showed that the accused 
had violently and brutally thrashed the deceased boy 
with a sjambok, and it was said that death was the 



result of the beating. At a post-mortem examination 
it was found that -there was a fig entirely undigested 
in the stomach of the lad. I asked the district 
surgeon how long a fig took to digest? and his 
answer was " fifteen to twenty minutes " ; while it 
was proved that the death had not occurred till at 
least an hour and a half after the beating. I then 
put it to the jury that the boy after the beating must 
have been well enough to go to the orchard, which 
was a little distance from the house, and get this fig 
found undigested. The judge, in summing up to the 
jury, strongly impressed on them this argument of 
mine, which he considered most important, the result 
being, as I have said, an acquittal of the prisoner. It 
will be seen by what I have said, of which I have given 
the merest sketch of the arguments on the occasion, 
I never placed reliance on one shot only. The 
cheers of the audience on hearing the verdict were 
tremendous, and I narrowly escaped being carried 
out of Court on the shoulders of enthusiastic Boers. 

Next morning in the street I fell in with the 
district surgeon himself, who said 

"You did that very well, Mr. Cole; but I suppose 
you know the explanation about the fig? " 

" I give you my word of honour I do not, if you 
mean there is some explanation which disposes of 
my argument, for I never intentionally mislead a 

" Well, then, I'll tell you," he said. " The frightful 
beating the boy received would completely suspend 
all powers of digestion, and thus the fig which was 
found in the boy was probably one that he had just 
stolen, and for which he received the beating." 


I told him I was shocked, as I was sure the judge 
would be, that the ignorance of both of us should 
have so influenced the jury. 

"But," I added, "why did you not give us this 
information in Court ? " 

" Well, I never was asked any question to which 
that would have been an answer," he said. 

Which was true ; but it struck me that he might 
easily have given the information at the time when I 
asked him the question as to how long the fig took 
to digest? But then the prisoner had, as I said 
before, many rich and influential friends and relatives 
in and about Beaufort West, and a district surgeon 
must live chiefly on the fees of his patients, for the 
Government pay is too small for the purpose. 

I have one incident to relate of entirely different 
character to the last. Jan, a Hottentot prisoner, 
was charged at the Worcester Circuit Court with a 
malicious and violent assault on somebody. The 
indictment was read by the Eegistrar, and then 
translated into Dutch, being the prisoner's own 
language. When he had heard it to the end, Jan 

"No, baas, I don't know anything about that; 
I'm the boy that stole Mr. Jones's pony." 

There was of course a good deal of laughter they 
had brought up the wrong Jan, so he was temporarily 
removed from the dock, and the other Jan took his 
place. But the best of it was that, when the first 
Jan was again put in the dock, and properly indicted 
for stealing Mr. Jones's pony, he boldly pleaded " Not 
guilty." And he managed to get off; my argument 
in his favour being that, when he said " I am the 

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boy taat stole Mr. Jones's pony," ho only meant " I 
.am tli2 boy charged with stealing Mr. Jones's pony." 

One of the strangest successes I ever had when, 
indeed, I was even sorry to succeed was brought 
about by what I may call an accident. It was at 
a Middelburg Circuit Court. The day before the 
sitting of the Court I received a note from the judge 
Watermeyer saying that there were two bushmen 
in gaol charged with murder, and the case appeared 
to him a most atrocious one. He didn't supposo 
that anything could be done with the prisoners, but 
he did not like to try a man for his life without 
giving him the advantage of a counsel's assistancs ; 
would I, therefore, kinlly take the cisa? Of course 
I assented ; but, after reading the preliminary exami- 
nations, I saw before me nothing but a most hope- 
less task. I went down to the gaol and saw the men, 
who were two hideous little bushmen. I asked the 
interpreter to tell them that they must make up their 
minds to be hanged. They had a look of stoical 
indifference, as these people always have in matters 
of life and death. Then I asked them to give me the 
indictments with which they had been served, and 
they handed them to me. Turning them over I 
made a discovery, which, however, I did not choose 
to communicate to the prisoners. Next day the 
case was called on, and the men placed in the dock. 
The Registrar stood up to read the indictment, but I 
stopped him, and said - 

" My Lord, thes3 men have never been served with 
a notice of trial." 

" Oh, yes, they have," cried Mr. Barry, who was 
th3 prosecuting counsel. " I'll call the sheriff to 
prove the service." 


" Oh, yes," I said, " that's all right, and I hold the 
two copies of the indictment with which they were 
served in my hand. The law requires that notice of 
trial on the back of an indictment shall be signed 
either by the Attorney-general or his clerk, cr the 
clerk to the magistrate of the town in which the 
Circuit Court is to be held. The notices in this case 
have never been served at all " holding them up. 

" Oh, well," said Mr. Barry, " that can be remedied 
at once ; I'll get the clerk to sign the notices now." 

I laughed, and said 

" No, that won't do at all. I'll leave the matter to 
his Lordship." 

"Mr. Barry," said the judge, "it is quits clear 
that the law is peremptory, and that notices of trial 
must be signed by either of the three officers men- 
tioned by Mr. Cole before they are served; therefore 
I must postpone this case to the next Circuit Court 

" Oh, no," I said, " begging your Lordship's par- 
don, the law requires that every prisoner committed 
for trial at any Circuit Court, shall be brought to 
trial before the next sitting of that Court before his 
committal. The trial may be postponed on cause 
shown to the next Circuit Court, but at that second 
Circuit Court, if he is not brought to trial, he is 
entitled to his release, and cannot be re-arrested on 
the same charge. This is the second sitting of the 
Court in regard to these prisoners, and they have not 
been brought to trial." 

Mr. Barry continued that they had been brought to 
trial, as they were then in the dock ; but, as I pointed 
out, the judge had already ruled they were not legally 


brought to trial, and therefore I applied for their 

The judge looked very grave indeed, and said 
" Mr. Cole, I will not say whether I agree with 
you or not, but this is really too serious a matter for 
me to decide sitting here by myself, so I must reserve 
the peint to be argued in the Supreme Court, the 
prisoners to remain in custody until the question has 
been decided." 

Of course I made no objections, and shortly after- 
wards the case was heard before the full Bench in 
Cape Town, then consisting of four judges, when it 
was unanimously decided that my contention was 
right, and an order was made for the prisoners to 
be released. I very much doubt if they ever knew 
why they were released. 

I was chaffed a little by some of my friends, who 
told me I ought to be ashamed of letting two blood- 
thirsty murderers loose upon society. My reply was, 
" that as far as this Colony was concerned, .they might 
be sure that the prisoners would clear out of it as 
quickly as possible, and give it a very wide berth in 
the future, besides which," I added, " I had saved the 
Colony some two or three hundred pounds, as it would 
have cost quite that to hamg the little brutes." 

( 119 ) 


Cape Literature, principally Newspaper and Periodical My own 
connection with it. 

WHEN the caccethes scribendi has once seized a man 
it seldom leaves him ; it was therefore very unlikely 
that it should desert me, who had for some time at 
home depended chiefly on my pen for a livelihood.. 
My contributions, however, to the literature of the 
Colony were chiefly fugitive pieces, and I suppose not 
of much importance. Indeed, a writer in the Cape 
Times who lately enumerated the different South 
African writers, omitted my name altogether, pro- 
bably considering myself and my productions beneath 
his notice. 

I was for some few years an editor of the Cape 
Monthly Magazine,* and almost regularly contributed 
an article to each number. I also, from time to time, 
wrote leading articles for different newspapers. The 
only collective work I ever published in the Cape was 
the " Three Idylls of a Prince," written on the occasion 
of the Duke of Edinburgh's (the Prince Alfred's) first 
visit to the Cape. Sir George Grey took a great 
fancy to my verses, and begged me to reprint them, 
as they had only appeared in a newspaper, and he 
also asked me to have a few handsomely bound pre- 
sentation copies made, as he wished to send some 
home to certain members of the Royal family. This 
was done, and I had the gratification some months 

* Published by J. C. Juta & Co. 


later of being assured by Sir George that Her Majesty 
and the Princess Eoyal had been heartily amused by 
reading my nonsense verses. On the occasion of the 
Duke of Edinburgh's second visit to the Cape, I wrote 
" The People's Ball," meaning the ball given to him by 
the people of Cape Town, and " The Elephant Hunt," 
commemorating the killing of an elephant in the 
Knysna forest by the Prince and some of his friends. 
Mr. Justice Fitzpatrick once read this last at a 
public entertainment in Grahamstown, and created 
great amusement by the extraordinary manner in 
which he pronounced the single Dutch line in it. 
To the Cape Monthly Magazine I also contributed 
*' The Flight of the Amakosa," a propos of the escape 
of some Kafir prisoners from the gaol of the Amster- 
dam Battery; and the "Shank End Shindy," com- 
memorative of a meeting held in Cape Town to 
condemn the proceeding of the Parliament, then 
sitting for the first and last time in Grahamstown. 
All these were a la Ingoldsby. There may be some 
others which escape my memory at the moment. 

I had almost forgotten, by the way, my " Lay of 
the Post Cart," which was taken over, I think, by 
almost every newspaper in the Colony, and has been 
quoted quite recently in a work written in or on 
South Africa. 

When I came to the Colony in 1856 there were 
three newspapers published in Cape Town, and an 
advertising sheet which was distributed gratis, and 
depended for profit only on the advertisements it 
contained. The three newspapers were the Com- 
mercial Advertiser, The Mail, and the Zuid Afrikaan, 
which was published one-half in English and the 


other half in Dutch ; the former two were in English 
only. None of these were published more than three 
times a week a daily paper being then unknown in 
the Colony. The Commercial Advertiser was edited 
by the late Mr. John Fairbairn, the father of the 
present Clerk of the Legislative Council. Its leading 
articles were adrniiable, for Mr. Fairbairn was a 
scholar, and a man of extensive information and 
great literary ability. It is said that he was once 
offered a permanent position on the staff of the 
London Times, but, fortunately for the Colony, he 
declined the offer, and remained to delight and 
enlighten the people of Cape Town. He had a seat 
in the House of Assembly in the first Cape Parlia- 
ment, and was put forward as a candidate for the 
Speakership ; but the House wanted a lawyer in the 
chair, and, consequently, chose Mr. C. J. (afterwards 
Sir Christoffel) Brand. It was well that the matter 
was so settled, for the House got a fairly good 
Speaker in Mr. Brand, though he was by no means 
the genius his friends declared him to be, and was 
certainly not as able a Speaker as his successor, Sir 
David Tennant. On the other hand, Mr. Fairbairn 
was left free to use his pen in the cause of freedom 
and progress, which he never failed to advocate. 
Indeed, it may be said that it is to him the Colony 
was indebted for a free and independent press. He 
died when I had been only a few years in the Colony, 
and I was never on very intimate terms with him, 
but I knew him well enough to admire and respect 
him, and to value his scholarship. I was pleased to 
find that his favourite Latin poet, like my own, was 
Horace, of whom he onca said, " he is not only a 


complete man of the world, but such a gentleman," 
which was a very good description of the asthmatic 
little poet. 

The Commercial Advertiser subsequently passed 
into other hands, but it ceased to have the influence 
which it possessed when under the guidance of Mr. 

The Mail, which had been edited by Mr. Charles 
Cowen still alive, I believe, and I hope as vigorous 
and energetic as ever subsequently passed into 
other hands, and ceased to exist, or rather became 
amalgamated with another paper, which took the 
name of the South African Advertiser and Mail, and 
was for some time edited by Mr. John Noble, the 
talented Clerk of the House of Assembly. 
. The Zuid Afrikaan is still extant, and as lively 
as ever. 

In January, 1857, the first daily paper published 
in the Colony appeared under the title of the Cape 
Argus, and I contributed to its first number. Messrs. 
B. H. Darnell and K. W. Murray, senior, were its 
proprietors, Mr. Darnell principally writing the 
leading articles, and Mr. Murray performing the 
difficult task of collecting news and generally getting 
up the paper. In those days Cape Town was but 
a small place, and one can hardly imagine how a 
paper could be filled with readable matter when there 
were no telegraphs, inland posts only running three 
times a week or less, and the monthly mail steamers 
from England occupying thirty to thirty-five days on 
each voyage. But Mr. Murray was always a man of 
ready resources, and made his paper a great improve- 
ment on any that had preceded it. As a " leader " 


writer Mr. Darnell has had only one worthy suc- 
cessor, for his pen was graphic, caustic, and full of 
energy and determination ; his language being always 
apt and well chosen. He was perhaps the most out- 
spoken man I have ever met with, apparently totally 
indifferent to praise or censure. He, too, had a seat 
in the House of Assembly ; he was a slow and some- 
what laboured speaker, and may almost be said to 
have a tendency to hesitation over his words, but he 
said keen and stinging things, as for example 

" David said in his haste that ' all men are liars ; ' 
if he had lived in this Colony he would have said it 
at his leisure." 

" Of course, the honourable member excepts him- 
self," said somebody. 

" No, I don't," was the reply. " I have lived here 
long enough to be acclimatised." 

After a time the partnership between Messrs. 
Darnell and Murray was dissolved, Mr. Darnell taking 
up farming at the Knysna, and Mr. Murray going 
to Grahamstown, where he established a new paper 
called the Eastern Star. Meanwhile the Cape 
Argus had passed into the hands of Mr. Saul Solomon, 
when its political character became entirely changed, 
and the principal editor was the late Professor 
Roderic Noble, and subsequently Mr. T. E. 
Fuller. It remained the property of Mr. Solomon's 
firm until taken over by Mr. F. J. Dormer, who 
eventually transferred it to the " Argus Printing 
Company," of which he was the founder and manag- 
ing director. It is now edited by a Mr. Powell, 
whose leading articles I seldom omit to read, because 
they are not only well written, but honest and 


straightforward, leaving no doubt on the reader's 
mind of what the writer means. 

The Cape Times is the latest addition to the daily 
press of Cape Town, although it is already several 
years old. It has a circulation vastly exceeding any 
that could have been dreamt of in my early days 
in the Colony. This, I think, may be attributed 
especially to two causes first, to the untiring energy 
of Mr. Murray, junior, in keeping up the supply of 
news ; and secondly and mainly, to the admirable 
leading articles written by Mr. F. Y. St. Leger. 
He was the worthy successor to Mr. Darnell that I 
spoke of, and perhaps even more skilful and polished 
in his writings than his predecessor. Though still 
continuing the proprietor of the Cape Times, Mr. 
St. Leger has recently resigned the editorship, 
taking no active part in the management. Plorant 
lector es. 

Cape Town has possessed and still possesses a 
few other periodicals, but they are mostly of a 
sectarian kind, and fitted for those who like to dis- 
cuss sacred subjects in newspapers. But as I have 
no sympathy with them, I make a point of never 
reading their papers. 

It would, of course, be impossible for me to give 
an outline sketch of the many newspapers published 
throughout the Colony, some of them in the larger 
towns being of a high standard, and directed by 
men of learning and talent ; only a very few of 
them are published daily. The Western province 
of the Colony, however, is still terribly deficient in 
this branch of literature, for Dutch farmers, who 
compose the majority of its population, care little 


for news not immediately and personally affecting 
them, and nothing at all for literature in general. 

We have no " Cape Magazine," nor does anything 
of the kind worthy of mention exist in the Colony, 
with the exception of a Roman Catholic Magazine, 
which can never fail to be interesting as long as it 
is under the guidance of the Rev. Dr. Kolbe, and 
can boast of such a contributor as the Eev. Dr. 
McCarthy. There is also a Law Journal, very wel- 
come to the legal profession, and under the able 
editorship of Mr. C. H. van Zyl a lawyer whose 
legal learning can scarcely be surpassed by any 
barrister in the country. 

P.S. In the above enumeration of Cape daily 
papers I accidentally omitted the name of the 
Standard, which was started many years ago under 
the auspices of Mr. T. B. Bay ley, and edited by Mr. 
William Foster. Its principal object w T as to make 
a determined opposition against the introduction of 
Responsible Government. It had a very fair success 
for some years, but after the death of Mr. Bayley 
the funds, I fancy, fell low, and the public support 
not being sufficient for its maintenance, it suddenly 
collapsed, to the great grief of some gentlemen who 
had invested capital in it. Besides which, when 
Responsible Government had been actually intro- 
duced, it had scarcely a raison d'etre. Perhaps I 
may mention a curious little incident connecting me 
\vith the paper. A case of great importance had 
been decided in the Supreme Court, and on the day 
when the report of it appeared, Mr. Foster called 
upon me at my chambers, and asked me whether I 
would write a leader on the subject for his paper, 


as he knew no man so well able to deal with it. 
I consented to do so, and, just as he was leaving my 
room, Mr. Fuller entered it. He also came to ask 
rne to write a leader on the same subject for his 
paper. Not wishing him to suspect my connection 
with the other paper, I after a little hesitation con- 
sented. I therefore set to work and wrote two 
leading articles, one for each of the two papers, both 
coming to the same conclusion on the matter, but 
treating it from entirely different points of view. 
Next morning the two rival journals appeared, each 
with mine as its principal leader, and in the course 
of the day each of the editors called upon me, 
thanking me for what I had done, and each of them 
declaring that he thought the article in his paper 
very superior to that of the other. If I did not 
laugh outright it showed my command over my 
risible faculties. 

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The Present Condition of the Cape Bench and Bar, with Sketches 
from each. 

IN discussing the present state of the Cape Bench, 
I naturally commence with the Chief Justice Sir 
Henry de Villiers, who has just been created Privy 
Councillor. He is really a very remarkable man, 
for he is not only a profound lawyer and able 
politician, but he possesses great taste in literature 
and art. He has, of course, a perfect command of 
the English, Dutch, and Latin languages, and this 
knowledge adds greatly to his efficiency as judge. 
His judgments are always learned, without being 
in any degree pedantic, and are couched in such apt 
language as to make them perfectly comprehensible 
to professional men and lay men alike. I do not 
think he has ever given offence to any one, for his 
tact and courtesy are perfect. That he is the ablest 
Chief Justice the Colony has ever seen I firmly 
believe ; at all events, his two immediate predecessors 
could not compare with him. As President of the 
Legislative Council he maintains the dignity of his 
position without any ostentation, and his influence 
over its members is so great that almost a mere hint 
of his is sometimes sufficient to decide the fate of a 
measure. He started in life without any advantages 
of fortune ; but his quiet energy and determination 
were sufficient to overcome any obstacles. He was 


called to the Bar of the Inner Temple, and coming 
out here to practiss, made his mark from the com- 
mencement, and he was only thirty-two years of age 
when he became Chief Justica of the Colony, having 
previously been Attorney-General. I take to myself 
some credit for having prophesied his success from 
the very first, and when he was raisad to his present 
position, I received a letter from Ireland, from my 
old friend Mr. William Porter, in which he said : 
" I often think how you foretold DJ Villiers' success, 
and possibly I was not quite so sanguine as yourself, 
but even you, I think, could hardly have expected 
him to attain to his present position at so early an 
age." Of course not, because I could not have 
foreseen the current of events which led to his being 
first Attorney-General and then Chief Justice. Every 
one will approve of the bestowal of the last new 
honour upon him. 

By his side as first Puisne Judge sits Mr. Justice 
Buchanan, a clear-headed, well-read lawyer his 
Reports would alone prove that and one of the 
most amiable of men. On his elevation to the Bench 
I wrote to a friend : "In some of the schools in this 
Colony a prize is given to the best-liked boy; if a 
prize were to be given to the best-liked barrister of 
the Supreme Court, it would be awarded by acclama- 
tion to Buchanan." 

The other Puisne Judge sitting in the Supreme 
Court is Mr. Justice Maasdorp, who has made his 
way to his present position by ability and industry, 
and he, too, is a very much-liked man. 

The Judge President of the Court of the Eastern 
Districts is Sir Jacob Barry one of the most hard- 


working, conscientious judges I have ever known. He 
is also a man of great personal courage, which is no 
mean gift to a South African judge. I have seen 
him when at the Bar drive a pair of horses through 
the foaming drift of a river, he sitting up to his 
waist in water, and when a very slight swerving of 
the horses might have carried him, them, and the 
vehicle he was driving to almost certain destruction. 
He was the only coachman, professional or other- 
wise, who dared to face that drift on that occasion. 
He was for some time Eecorder of Griqualand West 
when that territory was separate from the Cape of 
Good Hope, and had its own High Court and its one 
judge. While occupying that position he was sud- 
denly called upon to act as Administrator of the 
Government of that Province. Something very like 
an armed rebellion broke out in Kimberley, but he 
was equal to the occasion, and, by dint of pluck, 
quickness, and determination, he succeeded in quell- 
ing it without bloodshed, and in an incredibly short 
time. For this and other services he received his 
knighthood, and no honour was ever better deserved. 
.On his right hand in Court sits Mr. Justice Jones, 
a most indefatigable judge and a graduate of Cam- 
bridge, being, I think, the first Cape Colonist upon 
whom the University bestowed the degree of LL.M., 
which I believe he has since exchanged for the 
higher one of LL.D. At all events he ought to 
have had it. 

On the left of the Judge President sits Mr. Justice 
Solomon, a man whose judgments are admired for 
their clearness and logic, and who, in the gravity of 
his appearance, is every inch a judge. Indeed, though 



comparatively a young man, he looks and is as 
wise as if he was seventy. 

The High Court of Griqualand is presided over by 
Mr. Justice Laurence. It would be really difficult 
to speak in too high terms of this gentleman's ability. 
At Cambridge he took almost every degree espe- 
cially in law that the University could confer on 
him, including the Chancellor's Gold Medal. He is 
equally at home in classics and mathematics, and 
has acted as examiner in each at the Cape University. 
His judgments are profound and elaborate perhaps 
a little too elaborate sometimes and are greatly 
respected by the profession for the learning and 
research they display. He is a man of literary tastes, 
too, and if Kimberley does not owe to him its public 
library it is at least indebted to him for the condition 
in which it at present exists, second in the Colony 
only, I think, to that of Cape Town. His annual 
addresses, as chairman of the committee, are always 
anticipated with pleasure, and he exercises great dis- 
crimination and taste in the selection of books of 
every description as far as the funds at his command 
will permit him. He has one great defect he is an 
inveterate bachelor. 

The judge on his right hand is Mr. Justice Hopley, 
formerly a pupil of my own, and I am proud to have 
had anything to do with the training of so acute and 
able a lawyer. He is the handsomest man on the 
Bench I hope the other judges will not be offended 
at this but as, with one exception, they are all 
married, it cannot injure their prospects. 

On the left of the Judge President sits Mr. Justice 
Lange, only recently raised to the Bench. He for 


some time held the office of Prosecutor in the Special 
I. D. B. Court, and his learning and experience will 
be of great value to the Bench. He is the prince 
of good fellows, and cannot have an enemy in the 

I may remark as a curious fact that neither of the 
three judges sitting in the Supreme Court has taken 
a University degree, while each of the other six of 
the Eastern Districts and Griqualand benches is a 
graduate of the University of Cambridge. 

In attempting a sketch of the Bar as it now exists, 
I shall be obliged to select only a few of its members 
as examples. To begin with, there is the Attorney- 
General, Sir Thomas Upington. He occupied a seat 
on the Bench of the Supreme Court for some two or 
more years, but he suddenly resigned that position 
in order to become, for the third or fourth time, 
Attorney-General of the Colony. I fancy that the 
somewhat placid monotony of judicial life jarred 
upon him, for, as Byron says, " quiet to quick bosoms 
is a hell," and if ever a man possessed a quick 
bosom, it is my friend Sir. Thomas Upington. But 
be the cause what it may, he has returned to the 
arena of politics and law, ready to take his part in 
the contests of both. As a lawyer, his reputation is 
of the highest ; as an advocate, his quickness of 
apprehension, command of language, and skill in 
dealing with witnesses, make him, I think, unrivalled 
here. He is ready for anything, from prosecuting 
criminals and arguing points of law to fighting rebels, 
as he did on the northern border a few years ago, 
exposing himself to perils by flood and field which 
might have taxed the strongest constitution, while 


he is somewhat fragile. But, after all, I think it is 
pluck, rather than bodily strength, that pulls a man 
through in such affairs. As a politician he has also 
had a very high reputation ; he is perhaps the one 
orator the Colony possesses. As a debater he takes 
almost the highest position, his only rival being Mr. 
Merriman, and a contest between them is worth 
witnessing ; both are skilful, and both are courteous, 
using their rapiers with the address and politeness of 
practised fencers, never giving a foul thrust or for- 
getting the gentlemanly politician. They have one 
point in common at all events they both hate music, 
and this ought to make them " fit for treasons, 
stratagems and spoils " ; but as I have never seen 
either of them manifest any inclination in that 
direction, I suppose I must consider that Shakespeare 
for once is wrong. I omitted to mention that Sir 
Thomas has also been Premier of this Colony. 

As I have already in another chapter spoken of Mr. 
J. Bose-Innes, Q.C., and Mr. W. P. Shreiner, Q.C., 
there is no need for me to mention them here. 

Then there is the Hon. H. H. Juta, Q.C., who 
was for a time Attorney-General of the Colony, 
and has now been elected the new Speaker of the 
House of Assembly. If an imposing appearance, a 
clear and distinct voice, unfailing courtesy to men of 
all parties, complete command of temper, and a wide 
acquaintance with the law and practice of Parlia- 
ment, can fit him for the office, he ought to make, 
as I believe he will, an excellent Speaker. I sup- 
pose, however, he will have to resign his practice 
at the Bar, partially or entirely. This will be a 
pecuniary loss to him ; but, fortunately, in his case 


not of much consequence. He has written an 
admirable translation of Grotius' " Introduction " ; 
a difficult task, the original being written as a late 
judge told me in somewhat crabbed old Dutch. 

Mr. Benjamin deserves mention as a man with 
excellent practice, and becoming a great authority in 
mercantile cases, especially on the law of sales, thus 
emulating his great namesake in England, now 

Mr. Searle, Q.C., has more than once had the 
honour of being legal adviser to the High Commis- 
sioner of the Colony, and he sat for some time as 
Judge in the Eastern Districts Court during the 
absence of one of the occupants of the Bench. As 
lawyer and advocate he has deservedly gained a high 

Mr. T. L. Graham is distinguished for his success 
in criminal defences, and has had probably a larger 
number of rascals among his clients than any other 
man of his standing at the Bar. His general practice 
is also good and well deserved. 

Mr. Shiel has made his mark, and will, I think, 
make a still stronger one in the future. He has 
delivered law lectures, which are highly praised by 
those who have attended them. 

Turning to the Court of the Eastern Districts, 
there is the Solicitor-General, Mr. Maasdorp, a 
brother of the Judge ; Mr. Lardner Burke, a genial 
and much-liked practitioner ; Mr. Tainplin, the 
tallest man in the profession, and equally at home in 
law, politics, or as Major commanding his Grahams- 
town Volunteers; and there is Mr. H. F. Blaine, 


whose success in the Court in which he practises 
and the Circuit to which he is attached, should have 
entitled him I think long ere this to be made a 

Then, looking to the High Court of Griqualand, 
there is Mr. Richard Solomon, Q.C., a man of whose 
merits it is difficult to speak too highly. He is a 
wrangler of Cambridge, and took a great many other 
honours at his University. No better lawyer exists. 
He is especially fluent in speech for I believe he can 
cram more words into a minute than any other man 
I ever knew but his words are always well worth 
listening to, for they are learned and logical. He 
has more than once had the offer of a judgeship, but 
his practice is too good to let him accept one. As a 
gentleman as well as a lawyer he is highly valued by 
all who know him. 

Practising at the same Bar is Mr. Ward, who has 
much distinguished himself, and is daily rising in 
favour with the profession and the public. 

And now I have to beg the forgiveness of those 
members of the three Bars whose names I have 
passed over, assuring them that I have done so, not 
from any want of appreciation of their merits, but 
from want of space. 

On the whole, then, I think that the Colony 
has reason to be. proud of its Bench and its Bar. 
As regards the Bench, no whisper of corruption, 
favouritism, or want of the highest sense of justice 
has ever been heard against any one of the judges. 
They have maintained the high character and 
prestige which have made the Bench of England the 


model one of the whole world. And the Bar also, in 
the person of every one of its members, has shown 
the fearless independence, the earnestness, and the 
sense of justice and duty which raise them to the 
level of their brethren in the profession at home. 

And with these words I now bid farewell to Bench 
and Bar alike and to my readers. 



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