AN INTRODUCTORY MEDLEY.

“Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.”—­Othello.

I had long looked forward to one more visit to Victoria, perhaps the last I should expect to make, and the opportunity of the opening of the great Centenary Exhibition at Melbourne on 1st August of this year was too good to be lost.  Accordingly, having been able to arrange business matters for so long a holiday, I took passage, with my wife and daughter, by the good steamship “Coptic” of the “Shaw, Savill New Zealand Line,” as it is curtly put.  She was to land us at Hobart about 27th July, in good time, we hoped, to get across by the Launceston boat for the Exhibition opening, and she bids fair, at this moment, to keep her engagement.  We would have taken the directer route, with its greater number and variety of objects, via Suez and Colombo, but we feared the sun-blaze of the ill-omened Red Sea in summer.  We purpose, however, to return that way towards the coming winter.

More than thirty-one years have elapsed since I left Melbourne, after a residence there of seventeen years, broken, however, by two intermediate visits “Home.”  I think with wondering enjoyment of what I am to see in the colony and its capital after such an interval.  Previously, when I returned after only a year or two’s absence, I was wont to mark with astonishment all that had been done in that comparatively brief time.  I am thankful to Mr. Froude, whose delightful work, “Oceana,” I could read to all full enjoyment during the leisure and quiet of the voyage, for somewhat preparing me for what I have to see, for I must infer from his graphic accounts, especially of interior progress—­while already three more years have since elapsed—­that even my most sanguine anticipations will be exceeded.  Our great Scottish poet and novelist has finely said:—­

“Lives there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said—­
This is my own, my native land?”

But is there not a formidable rival to the force of this sentiment in that with which one clings to the land where so many of the most vigorous years of life have been actively spent?  And a land, besides, of surpassing sunny beauty and of rare romance.  Business calls are usually held to be imperative, even if they send us, willing or unwilling, to “Ultima Thule or the Pole.”  Accordingly, my later lot has been to return to the older, and not to continue in the newer, part of the common empire.  But, at any rate, that rather enhances the enjoyment of this re-visit.

According to the usual custom, I now write my introduction last of all.  I have most pleasantly occupied several hours of the complete leisure of each day in writing these “Recollections,” and now, as we get within almost hours of our destination, I am putting this last hand to my labours.  I cannot hope that their light sketchiness can go for much, save with those who, familiar with the great Melbourne and Victoria of to-day, may enjoy the comparison of the small things of a retrospect extending to almost half a century, and all but to the birth of the colony.