The Duke of Edinburgh, or Prince Alfred, as people like
better to call him, has been killing an elephant in the Knysna, a district of the Cape, and the world is delighted, and reads an account of the feat in two long columns. It really seems to have been a gallant one, the Duke, who had never before seen an elephant out of a menagerie, calmly awaiting the brute till he arrived in full charge within 20 yards of the sportsmen, and then throwing both bullets of his double-barrelled rifle into his head. The beast turned, staggered, and was dropping, when he received further shots from others of the party. To fire steadily at an elephant in his rush is as good a proof of coolness and courage as could well be devised, and the Duke, like every other member of his House, evidently possesses both.