He was the best type of Englishman--Irish-English, if you will--excellently made, delighting in his strength and all kinds of sport, his eye full of light, his voice singularly beautiful and attractive.

His courage was extraordinary, and did not come of ignorance.

At Elands Laagte I saw him with a rifle fighting side by side with the Gordons.

He went through the battle in their firing line, but he told me afterwards that the horror of the field had sickened him of war.

In manner he was peculiarly frank and courteous.