But as yet there was no rest for Delmé. And he stood beside the marble slab, beneath which lay Acmé Frascati. The downy moss-soft as herself —was luxuriating there; and the cry of the cicalas was pleasant to the ear; and the image of the young Greek girl, as in a vivid picture, rose to his mind's eye. She was not attired in her white cymar; nor was her head wreathed with monumental amaranths;-health was on her cheek, fond smiles on her pouting lip, and tender love swimming in her melting glance.

His own griefs came back on Delmé; he groaned aloud. He traversed the deserts, he crossed lofty mountains, he knew thirst and privations. He was scoffed at and spat upon in an infidel country -he was tossed on the ocean-he shook hands with danger.

He visited our wide Oriental possessions; and sojourned amid the spicy islands of the Indian Archipelago, where vegetation attains a magnificence unknown elsewhere, and animal life partakes of this unexampled exuberance,-where flowers of the most exquisite colours and fragrance charm the

senses by day, and delicious plants saturate the air with their odours by night.

Delmé extended his wanderings to the rarely visited "many isles," which stud the vast Pacific, and found that there too were fruitful and smiling regions.

But not on the desert--nor on the mountainsnor in the land of the Moslem-nor on tempestuous seas-nor in those verdant islets, which seem to breathe of Paradise, to greet the wearied traveller; could Delmé's restless spirit find an abiding place, his thirst for foreign travel be slaked, or his heart know peace.

He madly sought oblivion, which could not be accorded him.

"Then I consider'd life in all its forms,

Of vegetables first, next zöophytes,

The tribe that dwells upon the confine strange
'Twixt plants and fish; some are there from their mouth
Spit out their progeny, and some that breed,

By suckers from their base or tubercles,
Sea-hedgehog, madrepore, sea- ruff, or pad,
Fungus, or sponge, or that gelatinous fish,
That taken from its element at once

Stinks, melts, and dies a fluid; so from these,
Through many a tribe of less equivocal life,
Dividual or insect, up I ranged,

From sentient to percipient, small advance,
Next to intelligent, to rational next,

So to half spiritual human kind,

And what is more, is more than man may know.

Last came the troublesome question-What am I?”

"And vain were the hat, the staff, and stole,

And all outward signs were a snare,
Unless the pilgrim's endanger'd soul
Were inwardly clothed with prayer.

But the pilgrim prays-and then trials are light-
For prayer to him on his way,
Resembles the pillar of fire by night,
And the guiding cloud by day.

And salvation's helm the pilgrim wears,
Or vain were all other dress;

And the shield of faith the pilgrim bears,
With the breastplate of righteousness.

At length his tears all wiped away;

He enters the City of Light;

And how gladly he changes his gown of grey,
For Zion's robe of white."

It was on the 22nd of October, 1836, that an emissary from his sister, sought Sir Henry Delmé. It was at the antipodes to his ancestral home; in Australia, that wonderful country, which-belied and calumniated, as she has hitherto been-presents some anomalous and creditable features.

For her population, she is the wealthiest, the most enterprising, the most orderly and loyal, of our British possessions. There, is the aristocracy of wealth, to an unprecedented degree, subservient to the aristocracy of virtue. While she is stigmatised as the cloace of Britain, the philosopher looks into the future, and already beholds a nation, perpetuating the language of the brave and free; when

the parent stock has perhaps ceased to be an empire; or is lingering on, like modern Greece, in the hopeless languor of decay and decrepitude.

This agent had arrived from England, a very short period before; and, accredited with a packet, containing various communications from Emily and Clarendon, accompanied by the miniatures of their children, with little silky curls attached to each, proceeded an expectant guest, to Sir Henry Delmé's temporary residence. Early dawn saw him pacing the deck of a steam vessel; and regarding with great surprise, the opposite banks of Hunter's River, up which the vessel was gliding.

A rich dark soil, of great depth, bespoke uncommon fertility; while the varieties of the gum tree-then quite new to him-with their bark of every diversity of colour, gave a primeval grandeur to the scene.

Each moment brought in sight the location of some enterprising settler, which, ever varying in appearance, in importance, and in extent, yet told the same tale of difficulties overcome, and success

ensuing.