‘Bah!’ thought these English diplomats, ‘how will these ignorant Boers know the difference?’ Alas, England, England, where was thy boasted _honour_ and magnanimity then? Thou protector of the weak and injured, remember there _is_ a God, Who weighs the nations, as well as individuals; and the time may arrive, when thou mayest see that dread hand-writing on the wall with those fatal words, ‘Mene, mene, Tekel, Upharsin,--Thou hast been weighed, and thou hast been found wanting, and thou shalt be swept from off the face of the earth. _Stop_--before it is too late, and use the power and wealth that God has granted thee, to a better purpose than that of enslaving and oppressing a weaker people.’ ’Twas a glad day for Steve when he stopped before the notice board of the local paper one day and read the news of the Transvaal victory at Amajuba, and that peace and freedom were promised to the people of his father. He ran joyfully to his mother and cried out, ‘Mother, mother, God has heard our prayers, the Transvaal has won, and our people are _Free_.’ ‘Is that true, my son?’ ‘Yes, mother, I have just seen it on the notice board,’ and then Steve told her all he had read on the board. His mother, God-fearing and grateful, made him kneel at her side, and poured out praises and thanksgivings to God Almighty, Who had thus wrought a miracle to save His people. Does England realise that the Boers are a God-fearing people, who have never heard of materialism, Atheism and other blaspheming _isms_? still less do they believe in such. No, they believe simply, and with the faith of a child in God and His word:--‘If your faith is no larger than a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say to that mountain “_Go_,” and it _shall_ go, “_Come_,” and it shall come.’ The Boers had _faith_, and they moved not mountains, but they moved--England. While the war was still going on, and the ultimate end of the war was yet uncertain, Steve, to show his patriotism, and to prove that he was not ashamed to be called a Boer (which name was generally used by the English as a name of contempt and reproach), got up an association amongst all his young Afrikander friends. In this association there was only one rule, and this rule was, that no member was to speak to another member without using as a name of endearment the name ‘_Boer_.’ Each one was to be honoured when addressed by another member by being called ‘Boer’; and for some time the English schoolmates of these young patriots were surprised to hear remarks such as these, ‘Hillo, “Boer,” are you going for a swim this afternoon,’ or, ‘I say, “Boer,” let us go and have a feed of grapes at Tante (auntie) Sannie this evening.’ And even to this day, when these young men are grown up and are scattered over the country, when corresponding with each other, they are in the habit of beginning their letters in this way,--