Next day the Governor, the English Consul, the Fiscal, Marion and her father, together with a large party, boarded the Resolution, to see them make fresh water out of salt water; and when they left, and before the Resolution, firing fifteen guns, and the Adventure nine, sailed away round the world, Mr. Pickersgill and Marion had found time to fall in love. Marion at her spinet that evening shed very salt little Dutch tears when she came to the lines, 'Mais jamais, jamais marions là.'
There is a charming poem by Ian Colvin which Marinus thinks might be inspired by Marion and her Lieutenant.
In the Museum at the top of the old Company's gardens lies a little English shoe of surprising smallness—surprising, for not only Anne Barnard remarked on the size of the Cape ladies' feet: there is that nice story of the enterprising merchant who chartered a large shipload of out-sizes in ladies' shoes, and the ladies sent their slaves in the dark to buy them!
The poem goes:
'There's a tiny English shoe
Of morocco, cream and blue,
Made with all a cobbler's skill
By Sam Miller in Cornhill.
'Many a story, quaint and sweet,
Of the lady fair, whose feet