It was the experience of a depopulated province which led me to write my first book, “Clara Morison—­A Tale of South Australia during the Gold Fever.”  I entrusted the M.S. to my friend John Taylor, with whom I had just had the only tiff in my life.  He, through his connection with The Register, knew that I was writing in The South Australian, trying to keep it alive, till Mr. Murray decided to let it go, and he told this to other people.  At a subscription ball to which my brother John took me and my younger sister Mary, she found she had been pointed out and talked of as the lady who wrote for the newspapers.  I did not like it even to be supposed of myself, but Mary was indignant, and I wrote an injured letter to my friend.  He apologized, and said he thought I would be proud of doing disinterested work, and he was sorry the mistake had been made regarding the sister who did it.  Of course, I forgave him.  He was the last man in the world to give pain to anyone, and I highly admired him for his disinterested work on The Register.  He reluctantly accepted 1,000 pounds when the paper was sold.  He must have lost much more through neglect of his own affairs at such a critical time.  He was taking a holiday with his sister Eliza in England and France, where the beautiful widowed sister was settled as Madam Dubois, and I asked him to take “Clara Morison” to Smith, Elder & Co.’s, in London, and to say nothing to anybody about it; but before it was placed he had to return to Adelaide, and in pursuance of my wishes, left it with my other good friend, Mr. Bakewell, who also happened to be visiting England with his family at the time—­1853-4.  I had an idea that, as there was so much interest in Australia and its gold, I might get 100 pounds for the novel.  Mr. Bakewell wrote a preface from which I extract a passage:—­“The writer’s aim seems to have been to present some picture of the state of society in South Australia in the years 1851-2, when the discovery of gold in the neighbouring province of Victoria took place.  At this time, the population of South Australia numbered between seventy and eighty thousand souls, the greater part of whom were remarkable for their intelligence, their industry, and their enterprise, which, in the instance of the Burra Burra, and other copper mines had met with such signal success.  When it became known that gold in vast quantities could be found within 300 miles of their own territory, they could not remain unmoved.  The exodus was almost complete, and entirely without parallel.  In those days there was no King in Israel, and every woman did what was right in her own sight.”  Another reason I had for writing the book.  Thackeray had written about an emigrant vessel taking a lot of women to Australia, as if these were all to be gentlemen’s wives—­as if there was such a scarcity of educated women there, that anything wearing petticoats had the prospect of a great rise in position.  I had hoped that Smith, Elder, & Co. would publish