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boat, to help us up with our luggage, and in a few days we started. 

 I do not think that any of us will forget this departure ; it was 

 about midnight, the rainy season had commenced, and we left our 

 house, which had now been finished for some time, again to endure 

 the tent. Our proceedings in this second part of colonization were 

 totally different from the first ; in three weeks we built a very com- 

 fortably sized room by forming the walls with rushes and construct- 

 ing a chimney of turf. We soon found that it was the worst time 

 of the year to be supplied by the country with food, for since the 

 river had become fresh the fish had deserted it, and as to game, 

 there were only parrots, which were so very shy that we seldom got 

 any, so that we were obliged to content ourselves with an allowance 

 of two ounces of meat a day each. Still we had flour and rice, and 



managed to rub on, and as M. C always come up on Mondays 



to stay for two or three days, we were never long ignorant of the ar- 

 rivals at Augusta. We had not been more than three months in 



this location when we had the mortification of hearing that M.C 



had been ordered suddenly off; at leaving he made us a present of 

 his boat. C , at this time, was appointed Government store- 

 keeper, at a salary of sixty pounds a year, besides a house and pro- 

 visions, which again enabled us to live comfortably, and to re-engage 

 Pearce. To be resumed. 



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To * * * * . 



Nay banish not that smile, nor let 



A gloom o'erspread that face, 

 Whose lovely cheerfulness should ne'er 



By sorrow be effaced ; 

 Ah ! wipe away that tear, that dims 



Those love-inspiring eyes, 

 And suffer not thy breast to heave 



With such unwonted sighs. 

 Believe me, love, though for a time 



We're doomed by fate to part, 

 Thy absence only binds thee still 



More dearly to my heart ; 

 Tliough years should pass e'er next we meet 



Time ne'er can alter me, 

 The heart which beats within this breast 



Must ever beat for thee. .). N. H. 



