Thus the Governor’s functions are much more limited than are a Governor’s functions with us.  And therefore more fatiguing.  He is the apparent head of the State, he is the real head of Society.  He represents culture, refinement, elevated sentiment, polite life, religion; and by his example he propagates these, and they spread and flourish and bear good fruit.  He creates the fashion, and leads it.  His ball is the ball of balls, and his countenance makes the horse-race thrive.

He is usually a lord, and this is well; for his position compels him to lead an expensive life, and an English lord is generally well equipped for that.

Another of Sydney’s social pleasures is the visit to the Admiralty House; which is nobly situated on high ground overlooking the water.  The trim boats of the service convey the guests thither; and there, or on board the flag-ship, they have the duplicate of the hospitalities of Government House.  The Admiral commanding a station in British waters is a magnate of the first degree, and he is sumptuously housed, as becomes the dignity of his office.

Third in the list of special pleasures is the tour of the harbor in a fine steam pleasure-launch.  Your richer friends own boats of this kind, and they will invite you, and the joys of the trip will make a long day seem short.

And finally comes the shark-fishing.  Sydney Harbor is populous with the finest breeds of man-eating sharks in the world.  Some people make their living catching them; for the Government pays a cash bounty on them.  The larger the shark the larger the bounty, and some of the sharks are twenty feet long.  You not only get the bounty, but everything that is in the shark belongs to you.  Sometimes the contents are quite valuable.

The shark is the swiftest fish that swims.  The speed of the fastest steamer afloat is poor compared to his.  And he is a great gad-about, and roams far and wide in the oceans, and visits the shores of all of them, ultimately, in the course of his restless excursions.  I have a tale to tell now, which has not as yet been in print.  In 1870 a young stranger arrived in Sydney, and set about finding something to do; but he knew no one, and brought no recommendations, and the result was that he got no employment.  He had aimed high, at first, but as time and his money wasted away he grew less and less exacting, until at last he was willing to serve in the humblest capacities if so he might get bread and shelter.  But luck was still against him; he could find no opening of any sort.  Finally his money was all gone.  He walked the streets all day, thinking; he walked them all night, thinking, thinking, and growing hungrier and hungrier.  At dawn he found himself well away from the town and drifting aimlessly along the harbor shore.  As he was passing by a nodding shark-fisher the man looked up and said——­

“Say, young fellow, take my line a spell, and change my luck for me.”