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‘If I should speak
She would mock me into air: O she would laugh me
Out of myself.’note

IT may possibly be deemed strange, if not presumptuous, that after the more recent and highly-coloured pictures of the same subject,note this homelier and greyer tinted sketch should be brought forward. But though life is the same in one hemisphere as in another, the accidental and surrounding circumstances vary, and there is a more rapid and continual change in a new colony. To seize one of these shifting scenes—a transient period with its own peculiar characteristics, its hopes, fears, evils, and enjoyments—has been my endeavour, hoping that it may not be without interest even to those who, in the golden prospect of the Present, have well nigh forgotten “Some time ago.”—To those friends whose hospitality and kindness in a strange land is now a very pleasant memory, this story is dedicated.

M.T.V.
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