whatever may happen. He gives us no chance,
but, on the contrary, entertains us.'

While Sir George Grey was King of the Cape, Moselekatsi was King of the
Matabele, and the two exchanged greetings and gifts. 'Moselekatsi,' Sir
George remarked, 'had left the Zulus, and set up a new nation. We never
met personally, but we were on very good terms. In those days there was a
great hunter in South Africa, an Englishman who had come from India, and
he presented Moselekatsi with a coveted uniform. It was of the old-
fashioned kind, with bulky epaulettes on the shoulders; and what must
Moselekatsi do, but remove them from there and add them to the tails! A
humorous picture he must have made, in his distorted white man's finery.'

In South Africa Sir George had the companion-ship of Colenso, as in New
Zealand he had that of Selwyn, He likened them to each other, in their
simple sincerity of nature, in their devotion to the ministry, and in
their elevated ideals. They dined with those they were up-bringing in the
Christian faith, sitting at the head of the table, and they were complete
shepherds of the flock. As Selwyn had been a walker, Colenso was a
horseman, making a handsome figure in the saddle. He and Sir George would
cover many a mile of veldt, eager in talk upon a Scriptural subject. It
was thus when they first met, that being under the roof of Samuel
Wilberforce, the famed Bishop of Oxford. Sir George had a hunting
incident of Wilberforce. On one occasion he was having a gallop with him
across, the green English country. Turning a corner, they met a pack of
hounds, which had lost the scent and were trying to recover it.

Said Wilberforce to Sir George, 'As. a bishop I have no business to go
into the field, but my two boys have just donned red coats to-day, and I
want to see them very much. You must, therefore, lead me into the field,
not to follow the fox, but that I may note my boys among the company.'

It may have been in return for this service, that Wilberforce handed on
to Sir George a vaunted cure for sleeplessness. The Bishop suffered, now
and then, from that canker of a busy life, and some person offered to
send him a sure remedy, on receipt of one sovereign, no more. Wilberforce
invested, not expecting to get much, and in that not being disappointed.
'He was instructed,' Sir George bore witness, 'to imagine a flock of
sheep making for a gap in a wall. Then, as he lay sleepless on his
pillow, he was to watch the