The persons best calculated for effecting the improvement of the colony, and, at the same time, their own condition, must be looked for among the English and Scotch farmers; these cannot fail.  To such we would recommend not to encumber themselves, and incur a great and unnecessary expense, by carrying out live-stock from home, but to take them from the Cape of Good Hope.  At Algoa Bay, which is perfectly safe for six months in the year, they may be supplied with every kind of domestic animal, in good condition, and at reasonable prices, which may be carried to their destination in the short space of twenty-eight days.  Seed corn and the seeds of culinary vegetables may be taken from home; but of young plants of peaches, pomegranates, oranges, figs, and vines, it may be advisable to take a supply from the Cape of Good Hope.  For these, and many other species of fruit, the climate is admirably adapted; and the vine, in particular, is just calculated for the limestone ridge which extends along the coast facing the western sun.

It appears that apprehensions of interruption were once entertained from a prior settlement from France; these fears are however, removed by that nation having fixed on a point, to colonize, in latitude 25 deg. south, (which is distant north of the Swan River 400 miles) called Shark’s Bay, within which there is an inlet called Freycinet’s Harbour.  The country in this neighbourhood much resembles the western coast.

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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS

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THE AIR BALLOON.

IN LAUDEM BULLAE AERO-NAUTICAE.

    They may talk as they will
    Of their steam-engine skill,
  But, as sure as the sun shines at noon,
    Straps, boilers, and springs
    Are a wagon to wings,
  Compared with the air-balloon.

    If you’re troubled with taxes,
    You cross the Araxes,
  Or fly to the plains of Hairoun;
    In the height of the summer,
    Cool as a cucumber,
  You sit in your air-balloon.

    The ladies, poor souls! 
    Once sent sighs to the poles;
  We may now send the sighers as soon: 
    Painted canvass and gas
    Whisk away with the lass,
  In the car of the air-balloon.

    Our girls of fifteen
    Will disdain Gretna Green,
  The old coupler must soon cobble shoon;
    With a wink to the captain,
    The beauties are wrapt in
  The car of the air-balloon.

    Old fathers and mothers,
    Grim uncles and brothers,
  May hunt them from Janu’ry to June;
    They are oft to the stars,
    And in Venus or Mars
  You may spy out their air-balloon

    Your makers of rhyme
    May at last grow sublime,
  Inspired by a touch at the moon;
    And lawyers may rise
    For once to the skies,
  In the car of the air-balloon.