of his worth.

A friend writes: "his letters are admirable as showing his
statesmanlike and humane view of things, and his courage and patience
under exasperating conditions. He returned to England under a cloud, and
died of a broken heart."

Mr. Mackenzie, writing of his own departure from England in 1884 to
return to South Africa, says:--

"The farewell which affected me most was that of Sir Bartle Frere, who
was then stretched on what turned out to be his death-bed. He was very
ill, and not seeing people, but was so gratified that what he had
proposed in 1878 as to Bechuanaland should be carried out in 1884, that
Lady Frere asked me to call and see him before I sailed.

"The countenance of this eminent officer was now thin, his voice was
weaker; but light was still in his eye and the mind quite unclouded.
'Here I am, Mackenzie, between living and dying, waiting the will of
God.'

'I expressed my hope for his recovery.'

'We won't talk about me. I wanted to see you. I feel I can give you
advice, for I am an old servant of the Queen. I have no fear of your
success now on the side of Government. Sir Hercules Robinson, having
selected you, will uphold you with a full support. The rest will depend
on your own character and firmness and tact. I am quite sure you will
succeed. Your difficulties will be at the beginning. But you will get
them to believe in you--the farmers as well as the natives. They will
soon see you are their friend. Now remember this: get good men round
you; get, if possible, godly men as your officers. What has been done in
India has been accomplished by hard-working, loyal-hearted men, working
willingly under chiefs to whom they were attached. Get the right stamp
of men round you and the future is yours.'

"This was the last kindly action and friendly advice of a
distinguished, noble-minded, and self-forgetful Christian man, who had
befriended me as an obscure person,--our meeting-ground and common
object being the future welfare of all races in South Africa. I went
forth to complete my life work: he remained to die."

It was a costly sacrifice made on the Altar of Party.

My friends have sometimes asked me, what then is the ground of my hope
for the future of our country and all over whom our Queen reigns? I
reply,--my hope lies in the fact that above all party differences, above
all private and political theories, above all the mere outward forms of
Government and the titles given to thes