Notice of the late Mr. George Caley. 23h 
your age ; all of whom, at that period, gained their livelihood 
in the gardens without complaining. 
« No person has been appointed to go to Botany Bay in 
your stead. ‘The man who is going, by1 my recommendation, 
is the son of a market-gar denery and knows nothing of botany : 
he has no appointment or salary; and means to “settle there, 
with a wife, as a farmer and market-gardener. 
‘¢ How you can be useful to your employers as a botanical 
traveller, to send home seeds and plants from thence, till you 
have faade yourself acquainted with those already in England, 
I do not know. We have now several hundreds of such: : and 
to send them again would be idle and useless. You might 
discover some drug valuable in dyeing or medicine, for your 
own advantage ; ban unless you are able to benefit your em- 
ployers as w Al as yourself, how can you expect employ ment ? 
** You are certainly, however, eminently capable of search- 
ing the woods with diligence and advantage for dyeing drugs, 
anil other matters likely to be advantageous to manufacturers 
and trade: and that many such things remain unknown in 
the unexplored wilds of a country larger than all Europe, is 
a matter of infinite probability. If the gentlemen of Man- 
chester will make a subscription to mena you in that em- 
ployment, on such terms as shall be agreed upon between you 
and Fenn: I will readily become a subscriber, and use my 
best influence with Government to send you out at the public 
expense, in which I have no doubt of being successful. I 
am, Sir, your very humble servant, — Jos. BANKS.” 
The humble individual on whom the Right Hen. Baronet 
had thus bestowed the best advice scon found his situation, 
even among his quondam associates, little less mortifying than 
when the fancied prisoner of a royal garden. The plan of 
sending him out by subscription met w ith no success: and even 
the indomitable spirit of Caley was compelled, in a degree, to 
succumb to the more ordinary course of events. 
Not less dark and drear than the season in which the good 
tidings arrived was the state of Caley’s mind, when, in the 
midst of doubts and perplexities, towards the and of Novem- 
ber, 1798, his true friend, Sir Joseph, hastily summoned him 
to Londen, in expectation of immediately despatching him to 
the terra incognita he had so ardently longed to See 
During this expedition, it was agreed that fhe should have 
sufficient maintenance ; that his primary duties were to be he 
collecting of specimens of plants for his worthy patron, and 
seeds for the garden at Kew, with the use of duplicates for his 
own advantage. 
Caley was quickly on his passage oyer the trackless ocean : 
