but that isn't all of it, it's only half of it; Sydney's the other half, and it takes both of them together to ring the supremacy-bell. God made the Harbor, and that's all right; but Satan made Sydney."
Of course I made an apology; and asked him to convey
it to his friend. He was right about Sydney being half
of it. It would be beautiful without Sydney, but not above
half as beautiful as it is now, with Sydney added. It is shaped
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VIEW IN SYDNEY HARBOR.
somewhat like an oak-leaf—a roomy sheet of lovely blue
water, with narrow off-shoots of water running up into the
country on both sides between long fingers of land, high
wooden ridges with sides sloped like graves. Handsome
villas are perched here and there on these ridges, snuggling
amongst the foliage, and one catches alluring glimpses of them
as the ship swims by toward the city. The city clothes a cluster
of hills and a ruffle of neighboring ridges with its undulating
masses of masonry, and out of these masses spring towers
and spires and other architectural dignities and grandeurs that break
the flowing lines and give picturesqueness to the general effect.
The narrow inlets which I have mentioned go wandering out into the land everywhere and hiding themselves in it, and pleasure-launches are always exploring
