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fellow passenger, on the seat behind, say to his 
friend: ‘* Old England’s the best country, after all, 
to live in! It has its faults”—(this judicially). 
“But, with all its faults, it’s the best country 
in the world to live in!” His companion agreed. 
And, while the mirrored lights were twinkling 
on Old Father Thames, I remember how a Natal 
lady, who loved South Africa with a deep love, 
once remarked, with the firmest conviction, to a 
party of us sitting on a Natal stoép: “I don’t 
care what anybody says, South Africa is the best 
country in the world to live in! There cannot 
be, in all the whole world, a more beautiful 
country than South Africa!” 
I have had happy experience that both 
speakers were right, and in this little book I 
have tried to depict a few scenes, record a few 
impressions, that help to prove it. 
The iRise is Over. 
