re not to be forgiven。 Isn't it Tacitus who says 〃the hatred of those most nearly related is most inveterate〃？ ButI am taking flight again。
February 27th； 11。30 p。m。Nine Creeks Station。 I do like to be accurate in names； dates； etc。 Accuracy is a virtue。 To exercise it； then。 Station ninety miles from Bathurst。 I should say about 4；000 head of cattle。 Luxury without refinement。 Plenty to eat； drink； and read。 Hostess's nameCarr。 She is a well…preserved creature； about thirty…four years of age； and a clever womannot in a poetical sense； but in the widest worldly acceptation of the term。 At the same time； I should be sorry to be her husband。 Women have no business with a brain like hersthat is； if they wish to be women and not sexual monsters。 Mrs。 Carr is not a lady； though she might have been one。 I don't think she is a good woman either。 It is possible； indeed； that she has known the factory before now。 There is a mystery about her； for I was informed that she was a Mrs。 Purfoy； the widow of a whaling captain； and had married one of her assigned servants； who had deserted her five years ago； as soon as he obtained his freedom。 A word or two at dinner set me thinking。 She had received some English papers； and； accounting for her pre…occupied manner； grimly said； 〃I think I have news of my husband。〃 I should not like to be in Carr's shoes if she has news of him！ I don't think she would suffer indignity calmly。 After all； what business is it of mine？ I was beguiled into taking more wine at dinner than I needed。 Confessor； do you hear me？ But I will not allow myself to be carried away。 You grin； you fat Familiar！ So may I； but I shall be eaten with remorse tomorrow。
March 3rd。A place called Jerrilang； where I have a head and heartache。 〃One that hath let go himself from the hold and stay of reason； and lies open to the mercy of all temptations。〃
March 20th。Sydney。 At Captain Frere's。Seventeen days since I have opened you； beloved and detested companion of mine。 I have more than half a mind to never open you again！ To read you is to recall to myself all I would most willingly forget； yet not to read you would be to forget all that which I should for my sins remember。
The last week has made a new man of me。 I am no longer morose； despairing； and bitter； but genial； and on good terms with fortune。 It is strange that accident should have induced me to stay a week under the same roof with that vision of brightness which has haunted me so long。 A meeting in the street； an introduction； an invitation the thing is done。
The circumstances which form our fortunes are certainly curious things。 I had thought never again to meet the bright young face to which I felt so strange an attractionand lo！ here it is smiling on me daily。 Captain Frere should be a happy man。 Yet there is a skeleton in this house also。 That young wife； by nature so lovable and so mirthful； ought not to have the sadness on her face that twice to…day has clouded it。 He seems a passionate and boorish creature； this wonderful convict disciplinarian。 His convictspoor devilsare doubtless disciplined enough。 Charming little Sylvia； with your quaint wit and weird beauty； he is not good enough for youand yet it was a love match。
March 21st。I have read family prayers every night since I have been here my black coat and white tie gave me the natural pre…eminence in such matters and I feel guilty every time I read。 I wonder what the little lady of the devotional eyes would say if she knew that I am a miserable hypocrite； preaching that which I do not practise； exhorting others to believe those marvels which I do not believe？ I am a coward not to throw off the saintly mask； and appear as a Freethinker。 Yet； am I a coward？ I urge upon myself that it is for the glory of God I hold my peace。 The scandal of a priest turned infidel would do more harm than the reign of reason would do good。 Imagine this trustful woman for instance she would suffer anguish at the thoughts of such a sin； though another were the sinner。 〃If anyone offend one of these little ones it were better for him that a millstone be hanged about his neck and that he be cast into the sea。〃 Yet truth is truth； and should be spokenshould it not； malignant monitor； who remindest me how often I fail to speak it？ Surely among all his army of black…coats our worthy Bishop must have some men like me； who cannot bring their reason to believe in things contrary to the experience of mankind and the laws of nature。
March 22nd。This unromantic Captain Frere had had some romantic incidents in his life； and he is fond of dilating upon them。 It seems that in early life he expected to have been left a large fortune by an uncle who had quarrelled with his heir。 But the uncle dies on the day fixed for the altering of the will； the son disappears； and is thought to be drowned。 The widow； however； steadfastly refuses to believe in any report of the young man's death； and having a life…interest in the property； holds it against all comers。 My poor host in consequence comes out here on his pay； and； three years ago； just as he is hoping that the death of his aunt may give him opportunity to enforce a claim as next of kin to some portion of the property； the long…lost son returns； is recognized by his mother and the trustees； and installed in due heirship！ The other romantic story is connected with Frere's marriage。 He told me after dinner to…night how his wife had been wrecked when a child； and how he had saved her life； and defended her from the rude hands of an escaped convictone of the monsters our monstrous system breeds。 〃That was how we fell in love；〃 said he； tossing off his wine complacently。
〃An auspicious opportunity；〃 said I。 To which he nodded。 He is not overburdened with brains； I fancy。 Let me see if I can set down some account of this lovely place and its people。
A long low white house； surrounded by a blooming garden。 Wide windows opening on a lawn。 The ever glorious； ever changing sea beneath。 It is evening。 I am talking with Mrs。 Frere； of theories of social reform； of picture galleries； of sunsets； and new books。 There comes a sound of wheels on the gravel。 It is the magistrate returned from his convict…discipline。 We hear him come briskly up the steps； but we go on talking。 （I fancy there was a time when the lady would have run to meet him。） He enters； coldly kisses his wife； and disturbs at once the current of our thoughts。 〃It has been hot to…day。 What； still no letter from head…quarters； Mr。 North！ I saw Mrs。 Golightly in town； Sylvia； and she asked for you。 There is to be a ball at Government House。 We must go。〃 Then he departs； and is heard in the distance indistinctly cursing because the water is not hot enough； or because Dawkins； his convict servant； has not brushed his trousers sufficiently。 We resume our chat； but he returns all hungry； and bluff； and whisker…brushed。 〃Dinner。 Ha…ha！ I'm ready for it。 North； take Mrs。 Frere。〃 By and by it is； 〃North； some sherry？ Sylvia； the soup is spoilt again。 Did you go out to…day？ No？〃 His eyebrows contract here； and I know he says inwardly； 〃Reading some trashy novel； I suppose。〃 However； he grins； and obligingly relates how the police have captured Cockatoo Bill； the noted bushranger。
After dinner the disciplinarian and I converseof dogs and horses； gamecocks； convicts； and moving accidents by flood and field。 I remember old college feats； and strive to keep pace with him in the relation of athletics。 What hypocrites we are！for all the time I am longing to get to the drawing…room； and finish my criticism of the new poet； Mr。 Tennyson； to Mrs。 Frere。 Frere does not read Tennyson nor anybody else。 Adjourned to the drawing…room； we chatMrs。 Frere and I until supper。 （He eats supper。） She is a charming companion； and when I talk my bestI can talk； you must admit； O Familiar her face lightens up with an interest I rarely see upon it at other times。 I feel cooled and soothed by this companionship。 The quiet refinement of this house； after bullocks and Bathurst； is like the shadow of a great rock in a weary land。
Mrs。 Frere is about five…and…twenty。 She is rather beneath the middle height； with a slight； girlish figure。 This girlish appearance is enhanced by the fact that she has bright fair hair and blue eyes。 Upon conversation with her； however； one sees that her face has lost much of the delicate plumpness which it probably owned in youth。 She has had one child； born only to die。 Her cheeks are thin； and her eyes have a tinge of sadness； which speak of physical pain or mental grief。 This thinness of face makes the eyes appear larger and the brow broader than they really are。 Her hands are white and painfully thin。 They must have been plump and pretty once。 Her lips are red with perpetual fever。
Captain Frere seems to have absorbed all his wife's vitality。 （Who quotes the story of Lucius Claudius Hermippus； who lived to a great age by being constantly breathed on by young girls？ I suppose Burton who quotes everything。） In proportion as she has lost her vigour and youth； he has gained strength and heartiness。 Though he is at least forty years of age； he does not look more than thirty。 His face is ruddy； his eyes bright； his voice firm and ringing。 He must be a man of considerable strength andI should sayof more than ordinary animal courage and animal appetite。 There is not a nerve in his body which does not twang like a piano wire。 In appearance； he is tall； broad； and bluff； with red whiskers and reddish hair slightly touched with grey。 His manner is loud； coarse； and imperious； his talk of dogs； horses； and convicts。 What a strangely…mated pair！
March 30th。A letter from Van Diemen's Land。 〃There is a row in the pantry；〃 said Frere； with his accustomed slang。 It seems that the Comptroller…General of Convicts has appointed a Mr。 Pounce to go down and make a report on the state of Norfolk Island。 I am to go down with him； and shall receive instructions to that effect from the Comptroller…General。 I have informed Frere of this； and he has written to Pounce to come and stay on his way down。 There has been nothing but convict discipline talked since。 Frere is great upon this point； and