goaded into resignation over a money matter; a few months later the sacrifice was pleted。 He was recalled with ignominy; no other word seems to meet the case。 He retired to England to die; as thought many of his friends; of a broken heart。 Thus did Britain reward her faithful servant whose greatest crime was an error of judgment; if indeed he really erred; a matter that may well be argued。 Well; he took with him the love and respect of every loyal man in South Africa; and oils are forgotten; his name will shine on serene and untarnished in the sky of history。
To return to my personal reminiscences of this great Governor。 During the year 1877; in an unguarded moment I wrote an article descriptive of my visit to Secocoeni; which was published in an English magazine。 In the course of this article I gave an accurate and lively account of the menage of an ordinary Transvaal Boer; in the course of which I was so foolish as to say that the ladies were; for the most part; plain and stout。 I do not think that I signed the paper; but from internal evidence it was traced back to me; and; needless to say; translated into Dutch by the journals of the Cape Colony。 Then a great hubbub arose; and ultimately; two years later; the matter came to the ears of Sir Bartle Frere。
He sent for me and very rightly reproached me for my indiscretion。 In defence I replied that I had written no word that was not the strict and absolute truth。
“Haggard;” he said in his suave voice;