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I I LITERARY EXTRACTS. o ) c. u 1 PIRES ANI) WHIPS. And first as to the pipe. The cutty is of all shapes, sizes, and shades. Some are negro heads, set with rows 01 Tery white teeth some are mermaids, showing their more presentable halves up to the front of the bowls, and stow- ing away their weedy fundaments under the stems. S.,me are Turkish caps—some are Russian skulls. Some are Houris, some are empresses of the French, some are Mir. garet Catcbpoles. Some are as small as my lady's thimble —others as large as an old Chelsea tea-cup. Everybody has one, from the little pinafored school-boy who has renounced his hardbake for his Hardam's, to the old veteran who came out with the second bach of convicts, and remembers George Barrington's prologue Clergymen get up their sermons over the pipe; members of Parlia- ment walk the verandah of the Sydney House of Legis- lature with the black bowl gleaming between their teeth. One of the metropolitan representatives was seriously ill just before I left, from having smoked forty pipes of Latakia at one sitting. A cutty-bowl, like a Creole's eye, is the most prized when blackest. Some smokers wrap the bowls reverently in leather, during the process of colouring; others buy them ready stained, and get (I suppose) the reputation of accomplished whiffers at once. Every young swell glories in his cabinet of dirty clay pipes. A friend of mine used to call a box of the little black things, his I Stowe collection.' Tobacco, I should add here, is seldom sold in a cut form. Each man carries a cake about with him, like a card-case; each boy has his stick of Cavendish, like so much candy. The cigars usually smoked are Manillas, which are as cheap and good as can be met with in any part of the world. Lola Montez, during her Austrian tour, spoke well of them. What stronger puff could they have than bell ? And now the stock-whip. The thong is a strip of hide, from that well-tanned part of the beast where in life he has been most whipped himself, with a cracker of silk worked to the end of it. A romantic rattlebrain stock- man, whom I once met at Singleton, had made a cracker out of a piece of silk handkerchief given him by his sweet. heart But it doesn't answer,' he said to me balf-confi- dentially, over our jug of beer. 'You see when they get bogged and I have to lash them, every crack makes me think of Polly, and then, 'pon my soul, I can't give it them as smartly as I ought.' Is Polly in Australia ?' I asked. 'Oh' no; she mourns me by the classic Isis,' he replied half jocularly, but with a certain dash of sadness in his tone. Are you from Oxford ?' I enquired, for there was a good deal about the fellow that interested me. I Not exactly. I took my B.A. there five years ago.' Read that, ye heads of houses What a practical commentary on the Georgies The thong of the stock-whip is about fourteen feet in length, while the handle is not more than a foot and a half. My elassic friend likened his whip to one of Mr Disraeli's speeches: For,' said he, 'there is plenty of lash, the sting is in the end, and there is deuced little to lay hold of.' The stockmen are wondrously expert in the use of these whips. Look. there rides a driver by the side of a mob of cattle, and there, six or seven yards off, booms a large blowfly against the irritable snout of the foremost of the bullocks. The stockman twists bis whip once or twice, until the thong of his whip goes coiling about his head like a snake. Crack, crack, as the distant sound of a musket, rings the lash; I Strawberry' snorts as the thong just tickles her nose; but the blowfly, flattened and mu- tilated, falls dead upon the earth. Another whip trick these drivers have is this: they place a sixpence—or, rather, you place a sixpence-on the ground, and, moving off some twelve or fourteen feet, the stockman twists his whip above his head and picks up the coin with the end of the cracker as nimbly and cunningly as a magpie. The difficulty of the performance is of course increased by the shortnes of the handle and the length of the lash. That aforesaid Bachelor of Arts could do it secundem artem, while, on the other hand, I have seen amateurs literally half hang themselves in simply trying to make the cord twirl about their heads. We have the elder Mr. Welter's authority that it is not given to every man to become a great whip.-Southern Lightt and Shadows. THE AUSTRALIAN BOY. I was much delighted during the early part of my residence in Sydney with the colonial young stock. The Australian boy is a slim-dark eyed, olive-complexioned young rascal, fond of Cavendish, cricket, and chuck- penny, and systematically insolent to all servant girls, policemen, and new-chums. His hair is shiny with grease, as are the knees of his breeches and the elbows of his jacket. He wears a cabbage-tree hat, with a dissi- pated wisp of black ribbon dangling behind, and loves to walk meditatively with his hands in his pockets, and, if cigarless, to chew a bit of straw ia the extreme corner of his mouth. His face is soft, bloomless, and pasty, and you fancy if you touched his cheek you would leave the stamp of your finger behind. He baptizes female emi- grants after the names of the ships in which they arrived, such as Susan Red Rover and Matilda Agammemnon. On the same principle he calls policemen Israelites,' because the majority of them came out with the Exodus He is christened in turn a gumsucker and a cornstalk. He can fight like an Irishman or a Bashi-Bazouk otherwise he is orientally indolent, and will swear with a quiet gusto if you push against him in the street, or request him politely to move on. Lazy as he is though, he is out in the world at ten years of age, earning good wages, and is a perfect little man, learned in all the ways and by-ways of life at twelve or thirteen. Dickens and Albert Smith have given high celebrity to the Cockney youth, though for shrewdness, effrontry, and mannish affectation your London gamin pales into utter respectability before the young Australian. In proof of this I find that, at twelve years of age, the colonial lad, having passed through every phase of probationary shrewdness, is qualified to act as full-blown 'bus conductor. To preside, in short, at the door of a 'bus, is the apex of the rising cornstalk's ambi- tion. No Grecian matron was prouder at sending her son forth with a shield than is the native Australian mother at sending her boy out into the world with a badge. I had been in Sydney a week when the character of the boys was forcibly brought under my notice. I was riding alone in a 'bus, and was much annoyed at the conductor, who was constantly opening and slamming the door. 1 What are you about, my boy ?' I at length said. Why can't you leave the door alone?' 'Oh! you are a new chum,' was the contemptuous answer. Well; but what has that to do with th the matter ? You are not paid to annoy new cums, are you ?' Of course not; but don't you see every time I bang the door, the bosses think some one has gone out, and-an oath !—that's the only way I can make 'em put on the steam. You see,' he quietly added, summing me up as a Londoner with a look, these here hosses is Cockneys, and must be dealt with as sich,' and a smile broke from his mouth like the hard rind of a pome- granate he was voraciously devouring. I should add here that your thoroughbred gumsucker never speaks, without apostropbyising his oath,' and interlading his diction with the crimsonest of adjectives. He tessellates his speech with garnets and carbuncles. One is occasionally struck aghast with the occasional blasphemy of his language. The prattle of the little urchin in the street bristles all over with objurations and anethemas. I recollect passing outside the playground of the Sydney National School one morning, and hearing epithets used by the boys as they gravely pursued their sports (the young Australian ap- pears a man even in his play) fouler than those which pass current in the blackest purlieus of St. Giles. I need scarcely add that I except from the bearing of all these remarks, the children of the educated portion of the population. Among these I met with many refined and intelligent youths, boys of the true English stamp—manly yet modest-and have always derived pleasure from their companionship. The lower-class juveniles of the colony however—those who affect the market-place, the shambles, the dancing-saloon, and the gallery of the theatre-are about as saucy and crafty a set of yonng rascals as my Lord Shaftesbury need wish to reform. There are some half-caste children living in Sydney, and these, semi-barbarians as they are, appear to have caught the smartness of their white compeers. There was one who used to sell oranges on the Circular Quay, and it was highly amusing to mark the easy way in which he would rid himself a troublesome customer. One day a slim exquisite, with an elegantly-dressed young lady hanging on his arm, was tormeniing the little fellow as he chaf- fered for some fruit. The boy kept his temper for a time, but at length broke into a passion. You fellow, gentle man ?' he asked with a sneer. You gentleman want him three oranges for twopence? why'—and he tossed up his burnt-sienna chin-, my mudder eat many better fellow than you for her breakfast!' (Impossible). A friend of mine, much struck with the acuteness of one of these youg half-castes, took him to ehapel. The boy relished the proceedings mightily, and the only thing which appeared to surprise him was the custom observe d in Sydney, as elsewhere, of the brethren devoutly burying their faces in their bats on taking their pews. I Well, Abraham, what did you think of it ?' asked my friend after they left the place. 3le like it cobbong well,' he answered; but added, after a moment's pause, Why him so much smell him hat ?' I". I have already said the young Australian is systemati- cally insolent to the new chum; so is every one indeed. How 1, who bad pretty well tun the gauntlet of London life, was branded and fleeced during the first three months of my residence in Sydney A new-chum is fair game for any one. Your villainous bullock-driver in the interior, when be caunot by any stratagem get his cattla to budge, clilminates his oaths and imprecations by striking the leader of the refractory beasts oier the head, and grunting from the depti of his stomachOb you new-chum more on!' Touching: both bullock-driver and neK-chum, here is a Story for the truth of which I can vouch. A young German gentleman, green from one of the universities, came to New South Wales to learn wisdom and reap a fortune. Being unable to procure employment in Sydney, he went up the country, and pitching Hegel and Schelling to the dogs, boldly turned shepherd. The time came when his master wished a dray, drawn by a couple of bulocks, very old and lame, to be driven to a neighbour- ing station, and thought he might safely intrust the work j to his new hand. He accordingly looked into his hut, and uked bim if he would undertake the jDb. Ile/& toi/l e, HrSl,c}¡en, .aid she poor fellow, toenn tie es aufschreiben -gee woo, sie verstehen. The master, a fellow-countiy- | countryman, could not refrain from smiling, but complied with the request, and the young gentleman started off with the two bullocks yoked to an empty dray. At first he ma- nagad pretty well but the beasts, finding they had a new-chum to deal with, got deliberately round a tree- one on either side-and began pulling against each other like a brace of Kilkenny cats. Oit came the tablets but after shouting again and again, in succession, all the words inscribed on them, the driver trudged back to his master, and dolefully exclaimed, Es nutzt nicht, Ielt kaml es wohl lesen ober ich kann es nicht aussprechen. f When 1 heard the story, I could not help remarking that it was a pity the young gentleman had not been educated at the university of Oxon. It requires good serious swear- ing to drire a bullock. Apis has sadly degenerated since be was a religious beast in Egypt. A pious and venerable clergyman came out to the colonies some time ago, and the first thing which startled him was the aw- ful language of the bullock-drivers: the first mission he took in hand was their reformation. It is of no use,' he would say, to swear at the poor dumb things; they don't understand it. Try kind treatment, my good men; try kind treatment.' But his entreaties were of no anil; and the drivers continued to whip their bullocks and wither their own limbs to the same extent as usual. At length the old pastor could stand it no longer; and one day he determined to show what could be done with his kind treatment.' To the amusement of a company of drivers congregated on one of the quays, he set off with a dray drawn by a dozen or fourteen head of cattle They went well enough at first, but presently halted at the foot of a hill about twenty yards from the quay. Up, Strawberry Forward, Blossom said the driver encouragingly, now speaking aloud for the first time On hearing his voice, the beasts made a dead stop; the leaders turned right round, looked the old fellow full in the face, mildly blinked their eyes, gave an amiable kind of snort, and walked deli- berately back to the stockmen, who were roaring on the quay. Is it unnecessary to add, that the pastor returned home by another route ? But if the new-chum is laughed at in the colony, it now and then happens that he deserves it. Fastidious, empty fellows come out from England, and the first thing they try to do is to I astonish the natives;' the said 'natives' being about the last people in the world to be astonished at anything. I was at a friend's one night, and was intro- duced to a young gentleman just out from England. In the course of the evening, the conversation turned on En- glish senators, and Mr. Roebuck's name was mentioned Our new arrival having sustained a leading part in the conversation up to this point, I took the liberty of asking him what kind of a person Mr. Roebuck was in appearance. YWell,' said he, I you would be slightly disappointed with him. In the first place, he is very tall and thin, and then he wears a green cut-away coat with brass buttons, which given him a very old-fashioned aspect This would not be so bad in itself; but he tries to look like a swell, and ge- nerally has a scarlet waistcoat, Diamond studs, Hessians, and spurs.' Mr. Spooner is noted for his white-topped Heaaians, I think ?' I remarked inquiringly. I Yes, he is but the most remarkable dresser in the House is Mr. Bright, who, being a strict Quaker, has a broad-brimmed hat, snuff-coloured coat, knee-breeches, and sprinkled stockings.'—Ibid. I THE AUSTRALIAN GIRL. Like the boys, the young ladies of Australian are in many respects remarkable. At thirteen years of age they have more ribbons, jewels, and lovers, than perhaps any other young ladies of the same age in the universe. They prattle—and very insipidly too-from morning till night. They rush to the Botanical Gardens twice a week, to hear the band play, dressed precisely after the frontispiece in the latest imported number of Le Follet. They wear as much gold chain as the Lord Mayor in his state robes. As they walk you hear the tinkle of their bunches of charms and nuggets, as if they carried bells on their fingers and rings on their toes. The first time I visited the theatre I sat near a young lady who wore at least half-a-dozen rings over her white gloves, and who, if bare musquito- bitten shoulders may be deemed beautiful, showed more beauty than I ever saw a young lady display before. Generally, the colonial damsels are frivolous, talkative, and over-dressed. They have, in brief, all the light, unenviable qualities of Eastern women. They excel in finesse. I heard of a young lady, who wishing to make a dilatory gentleman, who had been for some time hovering about her, definitively propose, had her boxes packed and placed conspicuously in the hall of her father's house, thus labelled: MISS P. JACKSON, I Passenger by the Archimedian Screw' for ENGLAND. 'If that doesn't bring him to book,' she was heard to declare to her mother, I I'll get Fred to thrash him!' That is an incident for a comedy here is something for a melo- drama. I was at a ball last Christmas, and walking along a corridor saw two lovers in earnest dispute. Augustus, you are mistaken,' said the young lady. 'Bosh!' returned the gentleman gruffly; I saw him. Good night.' Augustus, don't leave me you are wrong. I love you too well. Your suspicion kills me.' I Pish I'm off; so good night,' and he really was moving away, when the lady changing her tone of supplication for one of solemn impressiveness said: Go, sir; go; but, remember, I'll not survive it. This house, thank heaven has a spiral staircase!' The affectation of ton among the girls is remarkably funny. At a party given last year by a leading member of Parliament, all the young ladies talked school French, a patois which everybody seemed to understand, except myself and an unfortunate Frenchman who presided at the piano.-Ibid. DRUNKENNESS. I While speaking of the drunkenness and gambling of the colony, its Rooks' and Durand's Alleys,' it is only fair much should be borne in mind, that, so far, I have not been describing any local speciality, but merely what an Australian travelling in England might observe in every large and populous place throughout the country. There ¡ Is a peculiarity, however, in the complexion of the every- day debauchery of the colony which startles the new arrival. Vice holds its place in all great cities, but never vice so high and feverish as that of the Southern world. If on such a subject it were pardonable to deal in figures of speech, one might say, that Dissipation, like Dantzio water, requires the gold-leaf to make it perfect. For example, looking at this great social defect of drunkenness, Austra- lians are not content to drink, or even to get drunk; they never drop the cup until delirium tremens overtakes them. A wealthy tavern-keeper who came to England with us, used to boast of 11 doing" his forty nobblers of brandy a day, a nobbier being in quantity little better than half a wine-glass The most melancholy spectacle I ever saw was the number of young men—men of family and educa- ti(in- -who, becoming drunkards soon after their arrival in thf colony, and falling step by step in dissipation, had at length reached the lowest abysses of a sullen and sombre despair. I met with many such cases in Sydney—of men who told me their stories with their hands before their eyes, and their strong bosoms heaving with hopeless misery. « I came out toSydney,' said one, with a thousand pounds. I was the youngest son, I had always been taken care of at home. When I landed I felt very lonely, and this, coupled with other causes, drove me to drink. In six months I had not a penny. Since then I have had to sell oranges for a living I must drink there is no hope for me.' Will you. buy this old Bible ?' asked a young man as I stood on the steps of the Herald office. It is nearly two hundred and fifty years old, and was washed ashore in a barrel, on the Cornwall coast, about a century ago. We have had it in our family ever since. My mother gave it me when I came out, and I would not part with it under any than the most pressing circumstances. How much do you ask for it ?' You shall have it for a pound.' I bought the book; but afterwards found it was too heavy to carry home (a hot wind was blowing), so I allowed him to keep it. Five minutes afterwards I passed a public-bouse and saw the owner of the Bible standing at the bar with a decanter of spirits before him, and heard him offer to let the landlord II have the book for half a sovereign. That young man I sub- sequently discovered was brother to a distinguished member of me two great guilds of politics and literature. All erring young brothers fly to Australia. Some reform, and in a:few years go home with pale faces but purged souls others think much of those they have left behind, take to drink, die out, and are forgotten. Poor fellows 'Tis the mournfullest thing on earth to die away from home. My own profession in Australia affords many awful instances of the same character as those I have cited: of One regal minds drowned, like the royal Clarence, in the fatal wine cask. I have seen a man, with a heart as fine and tender as a woman's, and a genius and scholarship bicb I think would be considered rare in the highest literary eircles in England, lying drunk and insensible in a tavern, his pockets drained to their last farthing, and his Apoilo-lips pressed upon the dust. The greatest politi- cian, perhaps, Australia eter produced was, at the same time, about the greatest drunkard. When he came home to England, and the vessel was in the Tropics, it is said he would drink brandy-and-water on the poop nearly all day long. You're very jolly,' remarked a fellow-passenger to him one morning. Jolly, yes,' he replied and now mark the rough vigour of the man—' I couldn't be jollier. It's like yachting in Dante's Likes of Hell Again the cleverest barrister who ever came to the colony was simi- I Urly addicted. li,, too, was a fellow of infinite good sayings. On one occasion the judge was summing up in favour of the side our beeswing-loving friend had advocated and was reading from a well-known law-book in support of his ruling. It happened that the barrister engaged on the losing siJe was the brother of the author of the b,ink and hal: in wonder that a work from so near a relative should be quoted against him, hall in pride to communicate the fact of his relationship to the writer, he jumped up and interrupted his honour with, That book, sir; that book—' "Wetl!* asked the judge observing the excite- ment of the learned gentleman what about the book ?' O: that book, your honour, was written by my-BRo- III ER giving out the last word in a voice of exultation. Our counsel was on his legs in an instant He looked his learned brother mildly in the face, and-said Pray sit down the book may be a very good book for all t.iat. He was at a friend's house one evening, when a picnic on the following morning was agreed to. ve plenty of ams

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