MRS. WILTON.  “The Cape of Good Hope is a crown colony.  Its affairs are administered by a governor and a lieutenant-governor.  The first has his residence at Cape Town; the second, at Graham’s Town.  With much truth we may describe the inhabitants of Cape Colony at large, as a serious and religious people.  In the towns and villages the strictest attention is paid to a close and regular attendance on public worship; and in the country districts, where churches are ‘few and far between,’ and the opportunities difficult, the private altar is every morning and evening duly served by the head of each family.  The Lord’s Supper is administered four times a year at every town and village, when the greater part of the population make a point of resorting thither with all the members of their families, though the distance to be traversed for the purpose often exceeds 200 miles.”

MR. BARRAUD.  “Cape Town is situated on the shores of Table Bay, which is the chief harbor of the Cape of Good Hope, and is exceedingly commodious; and close by rises a mountain of the same name, to the height of 3582 feet, by a declivity so gradual, that it has been ascended on horseback.  I do not wish to detract from the general goodness of the inhabitants of Cape Town, but I must say they are an eager money-getting race.  On the arrival of a ship from England an auction is generally held, and the various articles exhibited, damaged and sound, under the shade of some tree in the centre of the town; where an Englishman would be amused to see one of the first merchants shuffling round with a handful of tea, and telling the audience that it is just upon the rise, and recommending that he be allowed to send home a pound or two.”

MR. STANLEY.  “When I was there a few months since, I was much struck with the appearance of the streets.  They are broad and handsome; but a wide ditch, which the townsfolk dignify with the name of a canal, runs through the centre.  There is generally but little water in this ditch, but millions of restless mosquitoes, which populate the whole town, and (I speak from experience) are a perfect torture.  The houses being mostly plastered, have a stone-like and cleanly appearance, with their green Venetian blinds, and plantations of acacias and other Eastern trees, waving gracefully in front of them.  The climate is salubrious, and provisions of all kinds abundant and cheap.  I was within a very few miles of Constantia, so famous for its wines.  Unfortunately I had no time to visit it, but a description given by a gentleman,[19] who was there much about the same time, will, perhaps, answer our purpose better than my account.  He says:—­’The approach to Constantia is as romantic and beautiful as it is possible to conceive, from the mixture of the English shrubs and flowers with those of Southern Africa.  Here we passed by a long hedge of monthly roses, all in full flower.  Over our heads waved the fine foliage of the banana and plantain.  There was a long