286 MEMOIR OF DR. HARVEY. 



Returning to the beach, we proceeded to the last wonder — a 

 sort of " blow-hole," or puffing hole, not at all equal to ours at 

 Miltown. Here I found a curious little seaweed in such pro- 

 fusion that it made the sea, not only red, but thick, the waves 

 coming in like billows of raspberry jam, each plant being about 

 the size and appearance of a crushed raspberry. Lieutenant Gr. 

 told me he had often noticed it in this one spot, and no- 

 where else. 



Retracing our steps, we then walked a mile along the opposite 

 beach, to see some flat rocks which are held to be a great 

 curiosity. They form a sort of flagged pavement. I expected 

 to see a second Giant's Causeway, but it proved to be only an 

 expanse of (I think) compact sandstone rock, with a very regular 

 cleavage, like a flagged pavement. The stones can be, and are, 

 lifted out of their places for building purposes, smooth and 

 squared. This ended the wonders, and we returned to his 

 hospitable quarters, where I had dinner, and then, mounting 

 my pony, rode back in the cool of the evening, after a very 

 pleasant day. 



A day or two afterwards I made a water excursion in a little 

 " dingy," manned by a convict, to the Dead Island at the mouth 

 of the little harbour of Port Arthur. This is the general 

 cemetery of the station ; both convicts and residents are buried 

 there, but at different ends of the little island. There is a walk 

 through it, and a great many graves with headstones, and others 

 nameless. Several had rhyming inscriptions, some of them very 

 quaint. I copied two. This is the record of John Sampson, 

 late barrack-master, who died in 1847. 



" To arms ! the friends of Temperance cry, 

 With courage to the rescue fly, 

 With sword of truth, and for defence, 

 The shield of Total Abstinence." 



The other is on the infant daughter of Sergeant Frayer. It 

 is better poetry than most of the rest, and struck me as 

 peculiarly appropriate to a convict burial-ground. 



" Beneath a sleeping infant lies, 

 To earth whose ashes lent, 

 More glorious shall hereafter rise, 

 But not more innocent. 



