'And she, although her cheeks were wet, Was in a moment all coquette: "Your English fashions would, I fear, But ill become my homely sphere; Besides, you know not how to choose-- Bring me instead a pair of shoes."' So the English lover sailed away, and the Fiscal became a menace to the poor little cream and blue 'Jonge Vrouw,' and the wedding-day arrived: 'From Signal Hill to Witteboom, From Kirstenbosch to Roodebloem, With cannon, bugle, bell and horn, They ushered in the wedding morn.' But the English lover and the shoes arrived just in time; the bride was missing; the wedding-party and the storming Fiscal rushed down to the sea-shore--'a ship in a cloud of sail was riding out of the Bay in a favouring gale.' 'They heard above the ocean's swell Ring faint and clear a wedding bell; And where the boat put off, they found A tiny shoe upon the ground.' 'Marions ci, Marions ça, Et jamais, jamais marions là.' A charming idyll to amuse us as we climbed up the hill to Riebeek Square, where the flat-roofed houses and the old Slave-Market with a few wind-twisted pines have so much of the 'old order' in their keeping. Behind the square were the old brickfields, where poor Lieutenant Schut's duties lay. The Slave-House stands in the middle of the square. This energetic young man disappears from the pages of the _Journals_ and presumably from society. '_August 1, 1668._ 'Lieutenant Schut is expelled from the Council, because he has passed a deed of reclamation to the widow of the late Reverend Wachtendorp for libellous words uttered by him behind her back, and to her injury. 'The Council should keep itself free from obloquy, and unpolluted.' Praiseworthy sentiments, but they must have suffered for them. I find no mention of another paragon who was able to accept the responsibilities imposed upon Schut. Indiscriminate gossip or libel was most severely punished at the Cape, the desire to be free from obloquy not being confined to the Council. In 1663 Teuntje Bartholomeus, wife of the burgher, Bartholomeus Born, is banished for six weeks to Dassen Island for having libelled a certain honest woman. A perfect rest-cure! Six weeks on Dassen Island! alone with Nature, wind, sea, rock-rabbits, and seals! There is no official mention of her return from exile. SLAVES.