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are in general very profitable concerns (as a Gentleman who is 

 now very rich, in this neighbourhood, can testify) : every street 

 has five or six public houses in it. Some of their signs are very 

 curious; one is called the " Labour in vain," there is a picture 

 over the door, of some old women endeavouring to scrub a black 

 man white; there are many others equally expressive. 



About a mile from Hobart Town is the Government Garden, 

 which with the domain around it, are well worth viewing ; in the 

 garden will be found plants and flowers from all countries. There 

 are the New Zealand flax, the Norfolk Island pine, the orange 

 tree, with exotics from the East Indies, and most of the South 

 Sea Islands. The intelligent superintendent, Mr. Davidson, 

 is always happy to show any strangers the garden and point out 

 to them what is worth notice. Here are also several specimens 

 of the zoology of the island, black swans, (the Rara avis in terris) 

 Devils, Kangaroos (the animal which, as Peter Simple says, 

 brings forth four young ones at a time and then puts them into 

 her belly till they arrive at the years of discretion), with many 

 other native animals, birds, &c. &c. are collected here. 



In my next paper I shall treat on the subject of Emigration. 



Cosmopolite. 



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Sweet is the shade of yonder vale 



When all around is still, 

 And dewy evening*s light-winged gale 



Floats round the voiceless hill. 

 Solemn the echo of the dell, 



Which breaks the silent gloom ; 

 W^hilst mournfully the village bell 



Peals forth its sound of doom. 



The sword is rusted in the sheath. 



Rest ! Spirits of the Brave ; 

 W'ho fought our battles on the heath 



That, now, o'er-spreads their grave. 

 The torrents' voice all time expressed. 



The night winds' fitful roar. 

 Can never break their tranquil rest — 



Can never wake them more. 

 Yealmpton. ' 



