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pangs sake, moved my tent nearer to another mn'.
In fact, I think it highly probable that my brain would
have been affected had I been alone much longer.
practically realized the Divine words, " It is not go6d for
man to be alone," though not, at the time, in the sense
intended in Genesis.
The next thing at which he tried his hand was
splitting posts and rails ; then, starting for Geelong,
he was employed for a short time at shifting timber
from a ship to a wharf, after which he becaine a
bricklayer's labourer. But his master, not content
with making him work hard all day, expected him
to attend to the burning of the bricks at night, so
he turned to trench digging. From this he became
a haymaker, and then engaged himself as quarry-
man nn the Barahool hills. He there fell in with
some

ITNLECKY COLONISTS.

Lodging in the same house with me were a man and wife,
whose history may amuse the reader. The husband, ac-
cording to his own account, had been a lieutenant in the
Russian army, and certainly he had the appearance and
manners of a gentleman. He had landed in the colony
with a few hundred pounds which he spent in living
at a first-rate hotel while looking out for some gentlemanly
employment, which he did not succeed in getting; though,
in the meanwhile, he was imprudent enough to take to him-
self a wife, as unfit, if possible,
anything like a rough,
colonial life, as himself. He
worthy
rmust,th however, e vhei rs ,
ehxapveec been a
very sanguine man, for he continued, like the illustrious
Micawber, to hope something
ions
would turn up, till the honeymoon and his last pound ter-
minated together, and ho and his wife were constrained to
quit their extravagant style of living. He took refuge in
stone-breaking, and it was while in this capacity that I
became acquainted with him. One wet night, when we
were all snug in our blankets (sheets are myths out of
Melbourne and the larger towns), the landlord became
aware of a series of timid raps on the door, on opening
which, is walked Mr. and Mrs. in a bewildered
manner, quite unaware that they had stumbled by chance
upon the right house, where, indeed, they had been ex-
pected early in the day. The landlord was not in the best
humour at being roused from his slumbers, but the poor
people were in such a sorry plight that it was hardly pos-
sible to be uncivil to them; and besides, their appearance
suggested such a comical sense of unfitness for the stony
occupation upon which they were to depend for a liveli-
hood, that the difficulty was to keep from laughing out-
right.
The husband was not bigger than many a boy of thir-
teen, and very slight, so that it was hard to see how he was
to knock a living out of the stones even for himself, much
less for his wife too. It seemed probable that if ho would
not be able to say, with Shakspeare's Prince Arthur, " My
uncle's in these stones," he might be tempted to exclaim
that somebody else was.
The wife was tall, slight, and very pale and delicate-
looking, dressed in a whitish Indian muslin, fashionably,
cut, and a white sun-bonnet ; altogether, rather ghost-
like. Her dress had a draggled appearance, as well it
might, considering that they had lost their way, got be-
nighted, and wandered into stone quarries, ditches, and
ether abominations. Her shoes were too fragile for anything
but a town pavement in fine weather; and, if I remember
rightly, she had lost one of them, the other having stuck
in some " slough of despond." Such persons cannot be
called the " right people in the right places" in Australia.
The wife's custom was to sit on a sofa, making futile at-
tempts at sewing, while her husband made equally futile
attempts to rap their bread and cheese out of the stones ;
the result of which was, that after a few weeks they had to
leave the place, greatly iu arrears for board and lodging.
The last I heard of them was, that they had both been
turned away from a sheep station—whither he had gone in
the capacity of shepherd—as incorrigibly useless. I felt
really very sorry for them, though I could hardly look at
them without laughing, such " impossible" kind of people
were they for Australia.

Lime burning, brick making, and wood cutting
were again tried in turn ; he then became an un-
successful fisherman, and next took a spell at sheep
washing. That over, reaping was resorted to, at
first with scant success, and next he became atten-
dant on a threshing machine. But his troubles
were at length over, he was enabled, though he
does not explain how, to return to England, and
winds up with the following observations on

THE DIGNITY OF LABOUR.
I feel that my sympathies have been enlarged. I have
experienced what a labourer's life is ; I have felt that there
is real dignity in labour of all kinds, that physical labour
is very far from being incompatible with refinement of taste
and feeling. I cannot now look upon another as an infe-
rior in himself, because his conventional grade in society
is lower, because his hands are rough and toil-stained.
Real inferiority is often, of course, a concomitant of a
humble position in society; but a humble station is not the
soil from which the inward inferiority of which I am speak-
ing springs ; the soul must originally have been allowed to
come down to the same level with the outward social posi-
tion. In point of wealth, outward rank and education,
which wealth in a manner brings, there must always, in a
society such as ours, be social differences ; but with a very
small degree of education—such as our labouring classes
can generally afford, if they choose—there may always be
that refinement of heart and soul that makes all men
brothers, which all, whatever their rank, are constrained
to respect, whether they will or no.
The heart is the common level where all meet as
brethren ; and that is the level whereon, whenever I meet
my fellow-men, 1 have learned, I trust, to meet them on.
equal terms.
In conclusion, I need hardly say that, so far from having
anything like a feeling of degradation, when I speak of
my labouring life in Australia, I feel conscious of having
been raised by it to a higher level ; for in it I have learned,
I do believe, in a considerable measure to separate tinsel
from reality ; to understand, without any republicism, the
true grounds upon which all men are equal. Of course, in
saying this, I do not pretend to have made any discovery ;
but it is one thing to know a thing practically, and another
to believe it theoretically—the latter, if it go no further, is
a mere cold abstraction, the former is a warm, living
reality.

Reminiscences of the Rev. T. Hartwell Horne.
Longman and Co.

This little tribute to the memory of the Rev. Mr.
Horne, well known as the author of the " Introduc-
tion to the Critical Study and Knowledge of the
Holy Scriptures," and from his connection for many
years with the British Museum, has an introduction
by the Rev. J. B. M`Cane, is edited by his daugh-
ter, and contains a brief account of the principal
events in his career, together with a portion of his
correspondence. He was born in 1780, in Chan-
cery-lane, where his father, who was the youngest
son of a village tradesman at Eversley, in Hamp-
shire, resided as barrister's clerk. Ho first went to
a dame-school at Eversley, but subsequently became
a scholar of Christ's Hospital, being contemporary
with S. T. Coleridge, who gave him private instruc-
tion in the vacation. When he was 13 his father
died, leaving him the eldest of six orphans, and for
eight years he was forced to toil as barrister's clerk.
He lost no opportunity, however, of improving his
mind, learned French in his leisure time, and began
to translate and write for the publishers, his first
work, produced in his twentieth year, being 4, A
Brief View of the Necessity and Truth of the Chris-
tian Revelation."
tu at °ll
the
1803, at the time of
B
parte's threatened invasion, he became a volunteer,
agtrteeantdreedvieawt Nelson's
vgelaGoeno'se thefuneral,Third, an
was a
service
per-
feet recollection of Rowland Hill's sermon to the
Volunteers in the Surrey Chapel. ,d, h
The d
, following
began by singing
the Hundredth Psalm, and before
t
In
to the tune of God composed by Mr.
"
Hilll sfeorrmt oh
ne
occasion,the
was h
sung y
Save the King" :-
6, Come thou incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend
Come and Thy people bless
A y word success,nd give Th
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
0, may Thy servant be
Fill'd with sweet liberty,
Clothed with power.
Bid, Lord, the dead arise,
By Thy almighty voice ;
May we in Thee rejoice,
In this glad hour I"
" The text was from Psalm xx. 7, B—' Some trust
in chariots, and some in horses, but we will remem-
ber the name of the Lord our God. They were
brought low and fallen, but we are risen and stand
upright.' The service was closed by singing another
hymn, adapted to the national air Rule Bri-
tannia." Shortly after this he became clerk to
Mr. Butterworth, through whom he became ac-
quainted with Dr. Adam Clarke, and was employed
to make an index to the catalogue of the Harleian
manuscripts in the British Museum. In 1818 he
Published his " Introduction to the Critical Study
of the Bible," which led to his ordination by the
Bishop of London in 1819, and appointment to the
curacy of Christ Church, Nevrgate•street. In 1824
he was engaged by the trustees of the British
Museum to make a classed catalogue of the printed
books, and his connection with the Library only
ceased in 1860 on account of bis failing health and
advanced years. In 1833 he was appointed to the
rectory of St. Edmund, in the City, which he held
to the time of his death, in 1861 ; during Which
period he was indefatigable in attending to the
duties of his incumbency, though he still found
time for literary avocations. A complete list of his
works is given at the end of the volume, and at
the beginning is a portrait from a h
P-otograph.

Hogg and Sons.
The :Alen at the Helm. By W.
H
Adams. H. Davenport
Under this title we find a series of biographical
sketches of Great English Statesmen, commencing
1
with the Earl of Strafford and concluding with the
Earl of Aberdeen. The author admits that "it
contains little with which the well educated reader-
is not already familiar," but states that it is especi-
ally meant for youthful students. To them it mar
be both interesting and useful.