First sight of Australia--Day of Adelaide--Sunday Morning--The Harbour Master--Go on Shore--The Port--Houses--Gardens--Adelaide City--The Public Gardens--Beauty of them--New Acquaintances-- The Australian Magpie--The Laughing Jackass--Interviewers--Talk of Confederation--Sail for Melbourne--Aspect of the Coast--Williamstown.
FROM the Cape to Australia--from political discord, the conflict of races, the glittering uniforms and the tramp of battalions--from intrigue and faction, and the perpetual interference of the Imperial Government, to a country where politics are but differences of opinion, where the hand of the Imperial Government is never felt, where the people are busy with their own affairs, and the harbours are crowded with ships, and the quays with loading carts, and the streets with men, where everyone seems occupied, and everyone, at least moderately contented--the change is great indeed. The climate is the same. The soil, on the average, is equal; what Australia produces, South Africa produces with equal freedom. In Australia, too, there is a mixture of races--English, Germans, and Chinese; yet in one all is life, vigour, and harmony; the other lies blighted, and every effort for its welfare fails. What is the explanation of so vast a difference? One is a free colony, the other is a conquered country. One is a natural and healthy branch from the parent oak, left to grow as nature prompts it, and bearing its leaves and acorns at its own impulse. No bands or ligaments impede the action of the vital force. The parent tree does not say to it, You shall grow in this shape, and not in that; but leaves it to choose its own. Thus it