In front of the great hall of the college a statue stands, the figure of a black man shading his eyes with his hands and looking far over the plains to the Rooirand.

On the pedestal it is lettered 'Prester John,' but the face is the face of Laputa.

So the last of the kings of Africa does not lack his monument.
Of this institution Mr Wardlaw is the head.

He writes to me weekly, for I am one of the governors, as well as an old friend, and from a recent letter I take this passage:-- 'I often cast my mind back to the afternoon when you and I sat on the stoep of the schoolhouse, and talked of the Kaffirs and our future.

I had about a dozen pupils then, and now I have nearly three thousand; and in place of a tin-roofed shanty and a yard, I have a whole countryside.