yet in its infancy, and consequently in a not very advanced state with regard to the usual refinements of civilization. In such a land, whenever released from our present unhappy position, we shall find, not the ornamental, but the most useful, always the more valuable. Civilization has a tendency to multiply the divisions of labor, in order to obtain a higher state of perfection in all the different parts; but in a new colony such as Western Australia, this is not so much to be sought after as a more general knowledge of the many ordinary things of common life. We believe the man most likely to succeed in any newly settled state is the one who has a general knowledge of the more rude and useful things—not a critical knowledge of any one branch, but rather a good rough practical one of agricultural life, the manual trades and their general connection with each other, together with a knowledge of commercial affairs. We cannot value too highly the useful, nor should we neglect any means of mutual instruction. We owe it as a duty to each other to prepare ourselves for our life in perspective. Why should we not in future have daily class or an evening lecture for mutual instruction in "The Useful?"
Our columns are open to any suggestion or instruction from our friends, and we will be most happy to know that they have taken the matter into practical consideration.
An American gentleman, walking one of the streets of Paris, was attracted by a sign, bearing to him unusual announcement, "Wine Baths." Anxious to indulge in such a novelty, he entered the establishment, and, on application, was at once conducted to a bath-room, where he luxuriated to his heart’s content in the vinion’s fluid. When he has bathed, he enquired of the attendant who happened to be a negro, what the charge was. "Five francs," was the reply. "Five francs!" was the astonished rejoinder, "how is it possible that this bah can be let so cheap"?—"Why, you see massa," said the darkey, "de wine dat you bade in runs down to a lower bath, which we let at three francs; and den goes down to another, which we lets to de common folk for a franc and half a bath; and den, massa," rolling up the whites of his eyes, "we bottle it up, and sends it off to a America as Champagne!"
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Louisa Hayden.
Oh, once I loved a maiden,
Darling sweet Louisa Hayden,
And my life was honey laden,
Ans a happy as a dream.
Her sweet laugh, like music ringing,
Her light step, elastic springing,
And a thousand loves were winging
From her glances ardent beam.
E’en the memory of her glances
Yet like mystic spell entrances,
Spite of time that still advances
Swiftly blotting oer Life’s chart.
But power he may endeavor
To efface it, he can never
The sweet maiden’s image sever
From its altar in my heart.
Fresh as moss-rose in a bower,
When the dew is a diamond shower
Falling bright on leaf and shower,
Breathing perfume in the air.
Like a dewy moss-rose glowing,
Heart and eyes with love oerflowing,
And a perfume ever blowing
From her waving golden hair.
Oh! how sweet was every meeting
When I heard her loving greeting;
Alas! Alas! too fleeting
Was that bright ecstatic time.
When she my life, my blessing,
Pure and lustful and Caressing,
With a blush her love Confessing
In loves wiling pantomine.
’Neath towers of jasmine smiling,
Like the flow’rs our souls entwining
As we watched our star outshining
Souls as thrilling as its beam.
Oh! how I loved that maiden,
Darling sweet Louisa Hayden.
In those days of bliss oerladen
When my life was like a dream!
