"  Holy  Saturday,  9  P.M. — We  are  within  a  few  miles,  I
hear,  of  Robbin  Island  light  on  bow,  Table  Mountain
ahead,  Twelve  Apostles,  Lions'  Head,  Devil's  Neck,  and
other  familiar  Capetown  prominences.  Apparently  this
is  our  proper  time  for  arriving,  and  we  certainly  have
had  a  most  successful  passage.  Ever  since  crossing  the
line  we  have  had  most  charming  weather,  a  nice  breeze
ahead,  and  so  the  heat  was  reduced  to  a  minimum,  and
now  folk  are  putting  on  their  big  coats  again.  We  have
four  or  five  young  men  for  the  Mounted  Police,  and
two  mature  young  ladies  under  the  stewardess's  charge.
Also,  among  others,  a  German  medical  man,  a  strong
hypnotist,  who  tells  interesting  stories  of  his  craft,  says
none  can  resist  him,  cured  a  girl  of  sea-sickness  thereby
on  board,  but  only  temporarily.  Very  anxious  to  try
his  hand  on  me,  but  two  things  are  necessary  for  this.
First,  that  I  am  morally  certain  of  the  actor's  trust
worthiness  ;  second,  that  there  is  sufficient  reason.
Neither  of  which  are  present.  If  they  were,  and  I
was  alone,  I  should  be  inclined  to  try.  No  doubt  it  is
a  most  dangerous  power,  and  liable  to  great  abuse,
though  in  the  hands  of  proper  people  possibly  useful.
