We shall have something to say about his expedition towards the close of the book.  Now, Dentrecasteaux sailed from France in 1791, while the Revolution was raging.  All titles had been abolished by a decree of the National Assembly on July 19th, 1790.  When he made this voyage, therefore, the Admiral was not Bruny D’Entrecasteaux, a form which implied a territorial titular distinction; but simply Citizen Dentrecasteaux.  The name is so spelt in the contemporary histories of his expedition written by Rossel and Labillardiere.  It would not have been likely to be spelt in any other way by a French officer at the time.  Thus, the Marquis de la Fayette became simply Lafayette, and so with all other bearers of titles in France.  Consequently we should, by observing this little difference, remind ourselves of Dentrecasteaux’ period and circumstances.

That, however, is by the way, and our main concern for the present is with Laperouse.

As a boy, Jean-Francois developed a love for books of voyages, and dreamt, as a boy will, of adventures that he would enjoy when he grew to manhood.  A relative tells us that his imagination was enkindled by reading of the recent discoveries of Anson.  As he grew up, and himself sailed the ocean in command of great ships, he continued to read all the voyaging literature he could procure.  The writings of Byron, Carteret, Wallis, Louis de Bougainville, “and above all Cook,” are mentioned as those of his heroes.  He “burned to follow in their footsteps.”

It will be observed that, with one exception, the navigators who are especially described by one of his own family as having influenced the bent of Laperouse were Englishmen.  He did not, of course, read all of their works in his boyhood, because some of them were published after he had embraced a naval career.  But we note them in this place, as the guiding stars by which he shaped his course.  He must have been a young man, already on the way to distinction as an officer, when he came under the spell of Cook.  “And above all Cook,” says his relative.  To the end of his life, down to the final days of his very last voyage, Laperouse revered the name of Cook.  Every Australian reader will like him the better for that.  Not many months before his own life ended in tragedy and mystery, he visited the island where the great English sailor was slain.  When he reflected on the achievements of that wonderful career, he sat down in his cabin and wrote in his Journal the passage of which the following is a translation.  It is given here out of its chronological order, but we are dealing with the influences that made Laperouse what he was, and we can see from these sincere and feeling words, what Cook meant to him: