that portion of the human race whom fate has made acquainted with its value. The Poet says—
"If ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise,"
but I doubt very much if poor Buckley does not now wish he had had knowledge enough to have found the golden treasure, and thus have saved the British Government his most liberal [?—!] and very magnificent pension of——TWELVE POUNDS A-YEAR!!!
It is evident, however, that he knew nothing at all about these
"———Golden Treasures, on many a lofty height,
That oft the rushing waters of the torrents bring to light."
Nevertheless both him and his Historian contemplate an early visit to the field of his adventures, there to trace in their reality the vast changes which have come over the land.———Perhaps we may join in more than one Corrobberee;—perhaps we may be received by the tribes especially greased, painted, and assembled to do us all possible honor,—who knows? Perhaps also, we may have to square the yards, as the sailors' say, from a few of our very amiable hosts, on account of some old grievance or love affair of Buckley's, with which we (editorially or otherwise) could not have had anything to do,—and
"If we have to pluck from out the nettle danger,
The flower safety,"
Well, "what must be must," as some very sensible person has said, and so for the present there's an end of that matter. Whether at a future period we shall publish our adventures in a second volume, will depend very much upon the success of the first; so we will now pass
