Kock, in a profoundly startled voice, exclaimed, "Oh, God!" Kemp left immediately, and Kock then whispered to his friend: "General de la Rey is dood geskiet," (General de la Rey has been shot dead.) The effect of this news on South Africa can be imagined. The whole country was aflame. This was what the number 15 meant. The General had indeed "returned home without his hat, followed by a carriage full of flowers." Report ran through every town that General de la Rey had been deliberately assassinated by the Government. As a matter of fact, the report states that the shooting was purely accidental, done by the police under the belief that this motor car which would not halt at their command contained the "Foster gang." Beyers exhibited the motor-car everywhere, arousing sentiment to the highest pitch. The rest was easy. The rank and file, at least, now believed firmly in the prophet. He had always said that General Botha would offer no resistance, that the revolution would be bloodless, and thousands went over to the cause led by Maritz and Beyers in this belief. But it was not until Oct. 12 that martial law was proclaimed in South Africa. The rebellion had begun. THE BELLS OF BERLIN [From Punch of London.] _(Which are said to be rung by order occasionally to announce some supposed German victory.)_ The Bells of Berlin, how they hearten the Hun _(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee;)_ No matter what devil's own work has been done They chime a loud chant of approval, each one, Till the people feel sure of their place in the sun _(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)_ If Hindenburg hustles an enemy squad _(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)_ The bells all announce that the alien sod Is damp with the death of some thousand men odd, Till the populace smiles with a gratified nod _(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)_ If Tirpitz behaves like a brute on the brine _(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)_ The bells with a clash and a clamor combine To hint that the Hated One's on the decline, And the city gulps down the good tidings like wine, _(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)_ The Bells of Berlin, are they cracked through and through _(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)_ Or deaf to the discord like Germany, too? For whether their changes be many or few, The worst of them is that they never ring true, _(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)_ Warfare and British Labor By Earl Kitchener, England's Secretary of State for War