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SAMUEL MARSDEN. 
rangers, who took away all but chairs and tables ; and then his 
creditors came, and a man got up, and knock, knock, went his 
hammer, until chairs, tables, and every thing remaining went 
also; but I am going to sea again, and when I get a little money, 
I will begin business again. He said, now here you see the en¬ 
ergy of the New Zealanders ; they are sure to be a great people. 
The Rev. Mr. C — —t once accompanied him into the 
interior: they called on a man whose house was kept with the 
greatest order. And his wife, a picture of neatness, came and 
respectfully laid the cloth for their breakfast. Mr. C-1 
expressed his admiration, for such sights were then un¬ 
common. Mr. Marsden laughed, and afterwards told him 
the following story:— Once when he was there, he asked 
the man how he was getting on, as he had recently married 
a woman out of the factory (all convicts of the worst sort) : 
he complained that she would not do anything; she would 
neither cook nor keep the house tidy; everything was in 
confusion; and when he spoke to her, she laughed. Mr. 
Marsden ordered him to call her; she would not come: 
at last, Mr. Marsden called in a voice of thunder, she then 
came. He demanded, what is this that I hear of you ? So 
you won’t obey your husband, although you have sworn to do 
so before the Lord. Words will make no impression on you; 
severer measures must be adopted. He then laid his horse¬ 
whip over her shoulders most lustily, until the worthless hussy 
went down on her knees, and begged for pardon, promising to 
behave better for the future. Mr. Marsden told her he would 
give her a trial; but she must take care and not forget her 
promise. Some time afterwards, when he called, he asked 
him, well John, how does your wife behave? Oh, said he, 
thanks to you, sir, there cannot be a better wife now, she is 
everything I can wish.—We must remember, New South 
Wales was then a convict colony. 
On another occasion, when he had his youngest daughter 
with him in a gig, he was stopped by a highwayman, or bush¬ 
ranger as they are called, who demanded his money. Mr. 
Marsden remonstrated with him, and spoke to him of his sins. 
The man said, it does not signify, I am in for it; it is too late 
