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upon a panoramic world of beauty — city, meadow, 
mountain, inlet, sea, and lake stretching far away into 
the dim distance ; but I leave it to far abler hands 
than mine to describe. The fresh sweetness of grass 
and scent of pines were everywhere, and the larks, 
soaring high above us, filled the air with melody. 
Everywhere seemed sunshine and gladness. Coming 
back under the shadow of the mountain, the gardens 
were a confused and tangled mass of loveliness ; their 
moss-grown stone walls all covered with roses and 
honeysuckles, and masses of arum lilies growing in 
wild profusion. Our walk under the fine willows that 
lined the streets was a warm one ; the sun blazed 
overhead, and they gave an insufficient shade, so 
presently we turned through a little gate into the 
cemetery. Here were coolness and shade, under the 
heavier oaks and limes. Ferns and grasses grew at 
their own sweet will among the resting-places of the 
dead ; there was no formal arrangement of shrubs or 
plants, nature here had been allowed her own way. 
Down the steep incline, all in winding terraces, we 
came upon Judge Manning’s tomb, one of the old 
pioneers of New Zealand, and well remembered by that 
characteristic book Old New Zealand; he died in 
England, but his last words (printed here) were that he 
might be buried in the far-off land he loved so well. 
We were up at daylight on the morning of Tuesday, 
and, as we went on deck, a breath of summer wind laden 
with a resinous scent of near woods greeted us, and 
what a sunrise ! Golden gleams shot across the land- 
locked harbour from cliff to cliff, tipping each crested 
wave and bathing the hill-sides in wonderful shades of 
purple and gold; here and there, red -brown sails of 
fishermen’s boats went by, while close to shore other 
boats were trawling their nets as we rounded a point 
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