PRETORIA Jess was not very happy at Pretoria previous to the unexpected outbreak of hostilities.

Most people who have made a great moral effort, and after some severe mental struggle have entered on the drear path from self-sacrifice, experience the reaction that will follow as certainly as the night follows the day.

It is one thing to renounce the light, to stand in the full glow of the setting beams of our imperial joy and chant out our farewell, and quite another to live alone in the darkness.
For a little while memory may support us, but memory grows faint.

On every side is the thick, cheerless pall and that stillness through which no sound comes.

We are alone, quite alone, cut off from the fellowship of the day, unseeing and unseen.