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he facetiously terms, "the seasons topsy
turvy."*
It is only a just tribute of
respect to the author we have named, to
say, that his descriptive sketching of life
and manners, as illustrative of-

fluttering of fans, faintings and other indications of overheated humanity. The temporal celebration of the joyful anniversary consists, among the lower orders of New South Wales, in increased drunkenness and in an augmented list of disorderlies at the police office each morning. In the upper classes it is not celebrated at all. There is no warmth (except such as the thermometer indicates) in the interchange of the compliments of the season-no the distant members of families, for the meeting together of old and young, and tulations or demonstrations of goodwill expression of mutual regard-no congrabetween master and servant-no Christmas

"The land of the South that lies under our feet," surpasses, in the force of its graphic delineations, all that we have hitherto met with on this subject. Colonel Mundy's broad humour is particularly brought into play upon the striking dissimilarity of an English and Australian Christmas; but over all comes his sigh for the sociabilities that distinguish the seasons of festivity in his fatherland. It must be remembered that the author speaks with the pen of ex-boxes, except to the postman. It seems as perience when he says

though each felt it to be a mockery to talk of a Merry Christmas,' and a 'Happy New Year,' so far from the Home where his forefathers sleep,' and where he first learnt to welcome the glad season with Old English observance.

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"The newly-arrived emigrant is, it is needless to remark, much struck by the absolute reversion of the seasons in these Austral portions of the globe. Brimful of old Home associations, how strange to him to find May-day-the festival of young affectionate! Christmas-tide is, in an EngFlora-falling in autumn; and to see Jack-lishman's mind, so rigorously associated in-the-Green dancing about in the sere with ice and snow, holly and mistletoe, and yellow leaf! The soldier fresh from mince-pies, burnt brandy, skating, cockthe depôt stares when he reads in General shooting, and Sir Roger de Coverley, that Orders that white linen trowsers are to be with all his noted reverence for customs taken into wear on the 1st October,' and and epochs, it is easy to see that he is that, per contra, cloth trowsers are to be working against the grain when he attempts donned, for the winter, from the 1st May. in this colony to celebrate the festival in Guy Faux looks terribly out of season and spite of the vice versa-tion of the seasons, out of countenance, toiling through the and the absence of the conventional mastreets (as I saw him doing on the 5th of terials for its civil observance. November, 1848) in a terrific sirocco of hot wind and dust, with the thermometer at 100 deg. in the shade.

But above all, how thoroughly unEnglish is the antipodal Christmas! Sitting in a thorough draft, clad in a holland blouse, you may see men and boys dragging from the neighbouring bush piles of green stuff, (oak branches in full leaf and acorn, and a handsome shrub with a pink flower and pale green leaf-the Christmas' of Australia,) for the decoration of churches and dwellings, stopping every fifty yards to wipe their perspiring brows. And in church-unlike Old England, where at this season general and incessant coughing drowns the parson's saw;' where stoves and flues and furs scarcely keep the frost out-here we have

* "Our Antipodes." London: Bentley.

Only picture to yourself, middle-aged reader, a round of snap-dragon, a cup of hot spiced claret, or a plunge down fifty couple to the tune of Merrily danced the Quaker's wife,' with the thermometer steady at 95 deg.! And-whew!-fancy the blazing Yule log in the height of the dog-days! Where, too, are the old men and the old women? There are none, it Christmas is may be said, in Australia. nothing without the old! While writing this I have become accustomed to the sight; but on first arriving, I remember being much struck with the paucity of bald heads and 'frosty pows' in the places of worship and other public assemblies.

"Where is the neat thatched cottage, with its smoke curling from the ivy-clad chimney

its three generations issuing joyfully and thankfully from the moss-grown porch, and wending their way along the frosty field

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path and the crisp high-road towards the grey old village church, decked so jauntily in the holly's green and scarlet? Where the ruddy, rosy faces of young and old, of men and maidens; the plump cheeks and bright eyes of the cotter's daughter, the broad shoulders and well-filled blue worsted hosen of the yeoman's son? Won't that couple cut it over the buckle to-night on the stone floor of the squire's servants' hall? and are they not thinking of the mistletoe at this blessed moment, although they be on their way to church? The 'grandad' himself is hale and strong, as you may see by his cheek, russet and wrinkled as a well-kept pippin. His head is white as he doffs his broad castor, for eighty Christmases have passed over it, and he hopes he may see another or two ere it finds its last repose under the old yew-tree, side by side with the faithful partner already sleeping there, whose great arm-chair still stands in the chimney-nook opposite his own, and is regarded with almost superstitious awe by her children of two generations."

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"Ha! my little old friend, Cock Robin! -there you are, puffing out your scarlet waistcoat, picking at the haws that Jack Frost, your chief ally, has ripened for you, and singing your Christmas hymn, if ever hymn was sung! And-but (as I began) where is all this? In my mind's eye, Horatio;' it is a dream, no more. For six years have I seen nothing like it; but 'tis a dream that I trust to see realised again before I go hence and be no more!"

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the weather. On the following day, however, the commander of the steamer attempted to come out on his passage to Sydney. After safely crossing two of the lines of surf, the beam of the engine was fractured by a violent jerk. The third surf curling over the paddle-box fell on board, and sent the vessel to the bottom with fifty-four persons, of whom forty-four perished.

On the 27th of the same month a widow lady, residing in Sydney, received the awful intelligence that at one blow she had been bereft of a daughter, a son-in-law, and two grandchildren. In the experience of a life I remember no object more pathethic than the one surviving little girl of three or four years old, who had not accompanied her parents on the fatal voyage, and whom I frequently saw on my return to Sydney. Dressed in the deepest black, and her childish mind vaguely conscious that her father and mother and brothers were gone to heaven, her sunny face and bounding step were above the reach of grief-for she could not comprehend the immensity of her loss, and had never learned its terrible details. Poor little Leonie!"

In making these quotations from Col. Mundy's work, we are desirous that all our readers should avail themselves of an opportunity to hear something worth knowing, from such an accredited authority. Now, the Colonel forcibly reminds us, that in our occasional glance at the living traits of English society, we have often found varying amusement or incidental interest in observing the relative places of masters, mistresses, and domestic servants. It is but too certain, that if all the As one order of the great British family, shadows of fearful reality attending emi- servants are ever keeping up a shifting gration were allowed to have unbalanced scene; and that we here allude to their weight in the minds of those who contem-goings and comings, it may be hinted, withplate a voyage out, many of the adventurers would be dispirited, and endeavour to WOO contentment at home. The talented writer, to whom we have before alluded, briefly but pathetically describes a case of painful interest.

"On the 11th of this month occurred the fearful wreck of the Sovereign steamer on the Bar of Brisbane-a port situated about 270 miles north of Port Macquarie. From the 3rd (this day) until the 10th, the shoal was considered impassable on account of

out intending offence, that we deem it not out of place that our "Home Thoughts" should occasionally turn upon the hinge that throws open the door, and allows an inspection of matters big with importance to the happiness of private life. We shall, however, take another and more fitting opportunity to return to the subject, as regards Home, and at present content ourselves with calling the reader's attention to what Lieut.-Col. Mundy has recorded of the same class of individuals in Australia. We have been frequently favoured

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with pleasing accounts, published by Emigration societies, of the well doings, and orderly conduct of servants sent out from this country; let us hope, however, that in most cases, refractory servants, who, by their perverseness and other bad qualification, render the life of an Australian settler more miserable than it otherwise would be, are drafted off from the refuse of other nations; for we would fain at all times maintain as far as in us lies, the national character for honesty, industry, and perseverance. There is, among the playfulness that only belongs to a refined mind, much of the useful in the following remarks, and a raciness unrivalled by any writer we remember. He says,

"The word cook leads me to the subject of domestic servants in general. Of all the plagues of New South Wales, and indeed of all the Australian colonies, the household servants are the worst. There are few good and faithful-as few skilful. One reason of this is the blameworthy indifference to character and cause of discharge exhibited by the employing classes-a relic, this, of the old convict system. Another cause lies in the unsettled mind of the emigrant, and his trying half a dozen trades of which he knows nothing, before he is driven to accept service. Many old colonists do not scruple to say that they prefer convicts to free servants. 'We have a greater hold upon them,' says one, 'There are but two classes the found-out and the unfound-out,' mutters a cynic. A servant, holding the most responsible place, discharged in disgrace at an hour's notice and without a character, is engaged the next day in a similar post, and you have the pleasure of seeing him installed as confidential butler behind the chair of the lady or gentleman who may be entertaining you at dinner. You recognise the Soupe à la jardinière, the baked schnapper farçi, in the preparation of which and other dishes it had taken you six months to instruct your late cook-whom you had just discharged for repeated insolence and dishonesty. But, as I have said before, a cook in the solemn signification of the word is in New South Wales a fabulous animal, fabulous as the Bunyip of the blacks. The men-cooks are mostly ship-cooks, or

stewards, dealers in cocky-leaky, sea-pie, plumb-dough, and other blue-water barbarisms. The she-cooks are-kitchen-maids at best. Few private dinner parties are given, or can be given in Sydney, without the attendance of a professional cook, as well as a public waiter or two.

This has a singular effect in the eyes of the traveller lately arrived from England; for in the general exercise of hospitality towards him he is led to believe that each well-found establishment has an uniform butler white waistcoat and tie, frill, toppin, knock knees, Irish brogue, and all; -never suspecting that this functionary is one and indivisible-the same honest and civil, but glass-jingling and platerattling Mr. O'Coffee-Tay-price 7s. 6d. per evening public and transferable property!

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The Sydney domestic servants treat service like a round of visits, taking a sojourn of a week, a month, or a quarter, according to their own tastes, the social qualities of their fellow-servants, the good living of 'the hall,' and the gullibility and subserviency of the employer. They greatly prefer engaging by the week. Not uncommonly they maintain a kind of running correspondence with the heads of some neighbouring families, and after coquetting for terms, pass over to the best bidder. The gentleman may think himself lucky if he have not occasionally to 'groom and valet' himself and his horses; as for the lady-to chronicle small beer is her lightest task, happy if she be not compelled, at intervals, to try her fair hands at cooking, or spider-brushing. I have been myself the guest at a country-house where the lady confessed that she had not only cooked the dinner, but had, with her own hands, carried the logs to the kitchen fire, while the good-man was busy sawing and splitting them in the yard. The cook had got sulky because she had been expected to do what the lady was thus compelled to do; and the man-servant, her husband, had gone into the town to drink and fight, because the fit was on him.'

I think I must have had twenty or even thirty servants in one year, always giving the highest wages. I shall not readily forget the amusing results of an advertisement for a butler and valet, which I was recommended to insert in the Sydney

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'Morning Herald.' There was no want of applicants: the first was a miserable old ruin of a man, scarcely four feet high, who indignantly repelled my well-intended hint, that I did not think him strong enough for the situation. The next was a gigantic negro. He had been ''teward,' he said, on board three or four merchant vessels, and was tired of the sea. He looked like a descendant of Mendoza the pugilist, and had probably been transported for killing a man in a twelve-foot ring. A tall, thin, grey-haired man, of polished exterior, next tendered his services. He had been a solicitor in England; had met with reverses; was at present a tutor at a school; could clean plate, because once he had had a service of his own. Then came a handsome, dark-eyed gaillard, with long black curls hanging over the collar of his round jacket, who threw rapid glances over the furniture and trinkets of the drawing-roomnot forgetting the maidens as he passed the kitchen door-in a truly buccaneering style. He gave his name Juan da Silva, and resented any mention of references. At length we were suited. He was a highly respectable young immigrant just landed, who had served in an aristocratic family at home. 'Jeames,' being steady, attentive, and perfectly acquainted with his duties, we were charmed with our acquisition, and congratulated ourselves on something like permanence of service, when, lo! in less than a month he gave warning. He had made use of my house as an hotel until he could settle himself; and having at length decided in favour of the drapery line, he was in a few days duly installed behind a counter in George Street.

This mode of action had probably been suggested for his observance by some crafty adviser in England, and the idea is by no means bad. A gentleman's regular household is not a bad look-out post for the newly arrived, perhaps penniless, immigrant. He gets good pay, food, and lodging; he disguises his ambitious projects under a show of zeal for his master's service; no one suspects that he has a soul above crumb and coat brushing. On a sudden the mask is thrown off, and the tape and ribbon measurer elect stands confessed. He quits his temporary asylum, smiling inwardly at your simplicity in taking him in, and being taken in yourself;

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and you are once more on the pavé for a servant. In the case just mentioned, our old nurse warned us that 'that young fellow ain't a-going to stay;' and I wondered the less at his want of taste when she told me that she had one son in the ironmongery line getting fifty-two guineas a-year, and another, only twelve years old, receiving at some shop £20 and his 'diet.'

My

The great pleasure of shop-boys, unenjoyed by domestic servants, consists in going at half price to the theatre, and smoking cigars ad libitum. My first coachman had learnt all the arcana of his trade by driving a muffin-baker's cart. second was an old worn-out, long backed, bandy-legged, and gouty man, but an excellent whip, who had druv the last four-oss coach between Lunnun and Huntingdon, for Muster Newman,' and had been beat off the road by the railways. This was an immigrant at the expense of the Land Fund. He remained about a year, and then went off to California (thereby defrauding that same Fund) to dig gold, just three weeks before the gold was discovered in Australia. I may here state as a fact, that the only really steady, sober, active, and efficient coachman I had in the colony, was an emancipated convict.

Another specimen of the well-selected immigrants paid for out of the territorial revenue, as an addition to the labour market, was a fine lady cook from London, last from the service of Sir - Bart. She had plenty of money and clothes, could not work without an assistant in the kitchen, had delicate health and appetite, preferred solitary titbits in the kitchen to dining in the servants' hall with the rest of the household; was glad to quit service and to set up a shop; failed, and before she had been two months in the colony had advertised to get a passage back again to England as lady's maid, or nurse to a lady returning home. This is not the strong handed, cheerful minded, butter churning, cheese and child making, notable womanfit for a free emigrant to a working colonycoming out at the colony's expense, for the colony's good!"

We cordially recommend Col. Mundy's work as a treasure to all who seek an acquaintance with the Australian sayings and doings.

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THE LADY'S LEISURE HOUR.

THE LADY'S LEISURE HOUR.

ANTI-MACASSAR, OR D'OYLEY, IN VENETIAN GUIPURE.

BY MRS. PULLAN.

MATERIALS.-The point-lace cottons of Messrs. Walter Evans & Co., of Derby, with Netting Needles and Meshes.

THE great progress that has been made in ornamental needlework during the last few years, is an illustration -were one required of the truth of the axiom, that there is nothing new under the sun. In fact, to attain perfection, we must return to the steps of our ancestors, and content ourselves with imitating those marvels of art which it is vain for us to hope to surpass.

The specimen of work we now give, is of a sort presented for the first time to English ladies. Many hundreds of years ago, this kind of work was much patronised by the ladies of Italy, Spain, and Portugal. Intermingled with the open muslin work which we now term Broderie Anglaise, it used to be formed into counterpanes and other large articles, toilet-covers, and draperies, and almost every sort of trimming. It was done in small squares, which were alternated with squares of Mecklin, or embroidered linen, and formed a sort of patchwork.

In many of the royal palaces and houses of the nobility, state beds are even now decorated with counterpanes of Venetian guipure, which have descended as treasured heirlooms from many generations.

Venetian Guipure is a kind of Point, the foundation of which is done in netting, on which beautiful and elaborate stitches are worked. By a mode of working we shall presently describe, the mesh of the netting forms a square, instead of a diamond. A netted Border is added.

The size of a piece of netting depends on the mesh employed in working it. In Guipure, the squares must be decidedly large to show the stitches off to advantage. Each should not be less than halfan-inch square. We have selected a design for our first number which is capable of being increased to any size that may be desired; and we would suggest, that for the cot of an infant's bassinet, nothing could be more beautiful than a coverlet of guipure over a wadded quilt.

Square netting is done thus:-Make a foundation of any number of stitches, and work on it backwards and forwards, in the common netting stitch, leaving the last loop of every row, until one stitch only is left. Observe that the first row of this triangular piece is made with a mesh rather smaller than is used for the remainder. Cut off the foundation and open the knots of the first row, using that row as the foundation for another half, which must be worked in a precisely similar manner. This will form a square of netting. Before attempting to darn it, wash it well, stiffen it a very little, and pin it out, in the square form, which when dry, it will retain. Take it on a piece of toile ciré, and darn it. The netting is done in No. 1 Evans's Mecklenburgh Thread. The same must be used for the edging. The finer cottons are to be used for the stitches, varying them as the engraving indicates a coarse or a fine thread. The stitches are so clearly indicated in the engraving, that they will be most easily worked by its aid. Where diagonal bars are seen crossing the squares, they are to be worked first, as they are designed to support the stitches, which are principally darned in different directions, with rounds in buttonhole stitch.

In counting netting, every knot is considered as a stitch. For this pattern, any number of stitches divisible by eight, with three over, will do for the foundation.

The Edging. With a mesh twice the width of the one used for the centre, do seven stitches in every other loop of the edge all round, except at the corners, when it must be done in every loop three times. Take the other mesh, and do six stitches over five all round, missing the space between, which forms a long stitch. Then five on six, four on five, three on four, and two on three, which being the last round, finishes the Edging as seen in the engraving.

For a Bread-Cloth or D'Oyley the cotton must be finer and the meshes smaller, No. 80 Mecklenburgh will do for the ground, and the darned stitches must be done in the finest cottons.

The set of point-lace cottons contains fourteen sizes-cotton, linen, and Moravian; they are made up in skeins for the benefit of country friends, and will be sent post free, for 3s. 6d., by Mrs. Pullan, 126, Albany Street, Regent's Park, London.

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