Never shall we forget the kindness shown to us personally during the years of strife.  And here we would express our sincere thanks to all such as alleviated so greatly the burdens war had imposed upon us—­alleviated these by friendly sympathies, which found expression in deeds of kindness and love, and that at a time and in circumstances when the sword of Damocles was suspended over their heads, for to give an enemy a drop of cold water was then considered a great crime!

The Boers are passionately fond of their homes and families.  The little cottage, with the garden, the flocks and herds—­in these they take pleasure.  To accumulate and hoard up wealth is not their sole ambition or ideal of life.  If they possess enough to live comfortably, give their children a fair education and meet their bills, they are content.

Now this passionate devotion to their homes and families, however commendable a virtue it may be, proved most detrimental to their best interests when the waters of strife were set in commotion.  Nothing was so trying to the Boers than to be separated from their families for months and months.  Up to the commencement of the war the Boer farmer hardly knew what it meant to be away from his family for a long time.  Owing to this strong attachment to, one might almost say weakness for, their homes, the burghers often insisted on obtaining leave of absence to visit their families, and that at times when their services were most needed on the battlefield.

This love of home and property must account for a great number of voluntary surrenders to the British.  When the enemy entered the Republics the farmers had to choose between surrender or sacrificing hearth and home, property and all they had—­entrusting these to the mercy of the foe.  Many, be it said to their honour, deliberately chose to sacrifice all rather than their independence.  Others lay down arms, to protect or save, as they thought, their families, homes and property.  Sadly and bitterly were they disappointed; for their homes were still burned, and their families confined in the concentration camps.

These, then, are some of the more striking features of the Boer character.  To summarize them in one sentence:  the Boer loves his Country and Freedom, his Bible and Rifle, his Neighbour and Family.

Are these not qualities which recommend themselves as worthy of admiration?  Are they not indications of much that is noble and good, even though the foe be vanquished?  Do not the English pride themselves in possessing these very qualities, qualities which, they say, have made them a great and mighty nation?  Be it so; let them gently deal with the Boer, who is possessed of these noble attributes in common with themselves.  We hope that they will treat their new subjects with due consideration.  What a happy day will it be for South Africa when Boer and Briton, through the length and breadth of that blood-stained land, have learned the secret of living as friends and brothers, respecting one another, as befits Christian people.  Will that happy day ever dawn, or is South Africa doomed to be a land of discord?  Let us hope that the unhappy past will gradually be effaced from the memory of both Dutch and English.  Let the English Government exercise discretion in introducing a South African policy which shall tend to reconcile and unite, not embitter and sever.