CHAPTER II
"While the manners, while the arts,
That mould a nation's soul,
Still cling around our hearts,
Between let oceans roll,
Our joint communion breaking with the sun;
Yet still, from either beach,
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech,
We are one!"
"There is a land, of every land the pride,
Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside,
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons emparadise the night,
Views not a realm so bountiful and flair,
Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air."
THOUGH having some practical experience of acquiring a knowledge of the country by various tours during the author's sojourn there in 1855, yet he is much indebted to the perusal of the valuable works by Dr. Muellar, and Mr. Vandowski's talented Botanist and Geologist of Victoria, for the scientific portion of the information which he now places
