"Your MAXE," he wrote in August, 1773, "I cannot do without so long as I live, and I shall always venture to love her."
"The Youth of Goethe"
Peter Hume Brown
Is it from the Madanda, or the strange tribes of Gorongoza, death has come, or has the evil eye been used by the dwellers on the MAXE, who love us not?
"The Ruined Cities of Zululand"
Hugh Mulleneux Walmsley
