in the evenings to the strains of Mr. Duncan’s violin, and although I was not 14, I was in request as a partner, as ladies were scarce.  Jessie Spence and Eliza Disher, who were grown up, were the belles of the Palmyra.  Of all the passengers in the ship the young doctor, John Logan Campbell, has had the most distinguished career.  Next to Sir George Grey he has had most to do with the development of New Zealand.  He is now called the Grand Old Man of Auckland.  He had his twenty-first birthday, this experienced surgeon(!) in the same week as I had my fourteenth, while the Palmyra was lying off Holdfast Bay (now Glenelg) before we could get to the old Port Adelaide to discharge.  My brother saw him in 1883, but I have not set eye on him since that week in 1839.  We have corresponded frequently since my brother’s death.  In his book “Poenama,” written for his children, there is a picture of the Palmyra, with an account of the voyage and the only sensational incident in it.  We had a collision in the Irish Sea, and our foremast was broken, so that we had to return to Greenock for repairs, and then obtained the concession of white biscuit for the second class for one day in the week.  Sir John Campbell’s gift of a beautiful park to the citizens of Auckland was made while my brother John was alive.  Just recently he has given money and plans for building and equipping the first free kindergarten in Auckland—­perhaps in New Zealand—­and as this includes a training college for the students it is very complete.  These Palmyra passengers have made their mark on the history of Australia and New Zealand.  It is surprising what a fine class of people immigrated to Australia in these days to face all the troubles of a new country.

The first issue of The Register was printed in London, and gave a glowing account of the province that was to be—­its climate, its resources, the sound principles on which it was founded.  It is sometimes counted as a reproach that South Australia was founded by doctrinaires and that we retain traces of our origin; to me it is our glory.  In the land laws and the immigration laws it struck out a new path, and sought to found a new community where the sexes should be equal, and where land, labour, and capital should work harmoniously together.  Land was not to be given away in huge grants, as had been done in New South Wales and Western Australia, to people with influence or position, but was to be sold at the high price of 20/ an acre.  The price should be not too high to bring out people to work on the land.  The Western Australian settlers had been wellnigh starved, because there was no labour to give real value to the paper or parchment deeds.  The cheapest fare third class was from 17 pounds to 20 pounds, and the family immigration, which is the best, was quite out of the reach of those who were needed.  The immigrants were not bound to work for any special individual or company, unless by special contract voluntarily made.  They were often in better circumstances after the lapse of a few years than the landbuyers, and, in the old days, the owner of an 80-acre section worked harder and for longer hours than any hired man would do, or could be expected to do.