The names of the suburbs afford food for reflection.  Yarra is the only native name.  Sir Charles Hotham and Sir Charles Fitzroy were the governors at the time of the foundation of the municipalities which bear their names.  The date of the foundation of St. Kilda is evidenced by the name of its streets—­Alma, Inkerman, Redan, Malakoff, Sebastopol, Raglan, Cardigan, and Balaclava, the last of which gave its name later on to a new suburb, which grew up at one end of it.  In the city proper the principal streets are named after colonial celebrities in the early days—­Flinders, Bourke, Collins, Lonsdale, Spencer, Stephen, Swanston, while King, Queen, and William Streets each tell a tale.  Elizabeth Street was perhaps named after the virgin queen to whose reign the accession of the Princess Victoria called attention.

As you walk round you cannot fail to notice the sunburnt faces of the people you meet.  Melbourne is said to have the prettiest girls in Australia.  I am no judge.  On first arrival their sallow complexions strike you most disagreeably, and it is some time before you will allow that there is a pretty girl in the country.  When you get accustomed to this you will recognise that as a rule they have good figures, and that though there are no beauties, a larger number of girls have pleasant features than in England.  What may be called nice looking girls abound all over Australia.  In dress the Melbourne ladies are too fond of bright colours, but it can never be complained against them that they are dowdy—­a fault common to their Sydney, Adelaide, and English sisters—­and they certainly spend a great deal of money on their dress, every article of which costs about 50 per cent. more than at home.  In every town the shop girls and factory girls—­in short, all the women belonging to the industrial classes—­are well dressed, and look more refined than in England.  Men, on the other hand, are generally very careless about their attire, and dress untidily.  The business men all wear black frock-coats and top hats.  They look like city men whose clothes have been cut in the country.  The working-men are dressed much more expensively than at home, and there are no threadbare clothes to be seen.  Everybody has a well-to-do look There is not so much bustle as in the City, but the faces of ‘all sorts and conditions of men’ are more cheerful, and less careworn and anxious.  You can see that bread-and-butter never enters into the cares of these people; it is only the cake which is sometimes endangered. or has not sufficient plums in it.

Sydney.

I suppose that nearly everyone has heard of the beauties of Sydney Harbour—­’our harbour,’ as the Sydneyites fondly call it.  If you want a description of them read Trollope’s book.  He has not exaggerated an iota on this point.  Sydney Harbour is one of those few sights which, like Niagara, remain photographed on the memory of whoever has been so fortunate as to see them.  With this