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The following document may in time help to bring forth truth to light:—

"Colonial Secretary's Office,
"Melbourne, 1st December, 1854

"Rev. Sir, "In acknowledging the receipt of your letter of yesterday's date, I am desired by his Excellency to thank you fro the earnest efforts which, in your professional calling, you are making to allay the disturbances. Unless the government enforce the laws which may be in operation, disorder and licentiousness must prevail.

"You know a commission is issued for the purpose of inquiring into the state and condition of the digging population: until they make their report, the laws his Excellency found in force must be obeyed.

"I have the honour to be, Rev. Sir,
"Your most obedient servant,
"J. MOORE, A.C.S.

"The Rev. Patrick Smyth,

"Catholic Priest, Ballaarat."


XLVIII.

THE THINGS WE ARDENTLY WISH FOR IN THIS LIFE, EITHER NEVER
COME TO PASS, OR IF THEY DO IT IS TOO LATE. HENCE,
"BETTER LATE THAN NEVER."

The whole of the morning passed off as quietly as any well wisher to our cause could desire. Towards twelve o'clock it was our decision that licence-hunting was over, for the day any how, since no digger recollected a search for licence taking place on a Saturday afternoon. Our talk was of the coming meeting of the reform league at two o'clock on Sunday, at the Adelphi, as announced at the monster meeting on Wednesday.

The impression was almost general, that "Charley " would soon dismiss the hated brood of our commissioners, and things would then be "all right." "Off to get a bite," was the pass-word.

I assert as a matter of fact, and a living eye-witness, that between one and two o'clock on Saturday, December 2nd, 1854, the Eureka stockade was comparatively deserted. Those who remained (some one hundred) were such, as either had a long distance to go to reach their tents, and the day was very hot, or such as had no tent or friend on Ballaarat. I took notice of this very circumstance from my tent, the second from the stockade, on the hill, west, whilst frying a bit of steak on the fire of my tent chimney, facing said stockade: Manning was pealing an onion. I transcribe the above from the identical note I had taken down on my diary, at the identical hour aforesaid, and can afford to challenge contradiction.