'They sow every kind of grain but oats. Lions, tigers, leopards, elephants, and the rhinoceros are to be found here; the elephants are very large; their teeth (_sic_) weigh from sixty to one hundred and twenty pounds. The Dutch keep up a body of regular forces, and have a strong garrison at the Cape; they have also a militia, a corps of men in all nations formidable in themselves, most dreadful to an enemy, and, when called out for service, spreading destruction all around them in the heights of their ungovernable fury. They are of so robust a disposition, and so naturally inclined for war, that, like the Devonshire and Northamptonshire champions in England, they are ever ready to solicit employment, even against the principles of their own institution.' Next day the Governor, the English Consul, the Fiscal, Marion and her father, together with a large party, boarded the _Resolution_, to see them make fresh water out of salt water; and when they left, and before the _Resolution_, firing fifteen guns, and the _Adventure_ nine, sailed away round the world, Mr. Pickersgill and Marion had found time to fall in love. Marion at her spinet that evening shed very salt little Dutch tears when she came to the lines, 'Mais jamais, jamais marions là.' There is a charming poem by Ian Colvin which Marinus thinks might be inspired by Marion and her Lieutenant. In the Museum at the top of the old Company's gardens lies a little English shoe of surprising smallness--surprising, for not only Anne Barnard remarked on the size of the Cape ladies' feet: there is that nice story of the enterprising merchant who chartered a large shipload of out-sizes in ladies' shoes, and the ladies sent their slaves in the dark to buy them! The poem goes: 'There's a tiny English shoe Of morocco, cream and blue, Made with all a cobbler's skill By Sam Miller in Cornhill. 'Many a story, quaint and sweet, Of the lady fair, whose feet Twinkled with a charm divine Beneath her ample crinoline, Making her tortured lovers dream That heaven itself was blue and cream.' The story tells of how this dainty creature walked down the 'Heerengracht,' followed by the tortured lovers: 'Van der Merwe, Jacques Theron, The Captain of the garrison, Petrus de Witt, or Van Breda, Or Cloete of Constantia. And then the Fiscal--fat and old-- What matters? he had power and gold, Coffers of dollars, and doubloons, Gold mohurs, pagodas, ducatoons, And in his cupboards stored away The priceless treasures of Cathay.' Then it tells of how she loved this English sailor, how he left to sail to many strange lands, and asked her what she wished to have.