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Diary of a trip to Australia 1897 ........................................................................................................................1

Ink is too valuable, ,and so is time, so I must put down my impressions of Sydney University in pencil. I do

so much wish it were finer, as the view from there must be lovely, but one could only see a few towers

chimneys through the thick haze of rain. They have not had a rainfall like this for many years, many places

which are usually green fields are converted into lakes. We splashed through the streets with Thomas

eventually found a steam train which rushed us through what seemed interminable suburbs, where parks and

dust heaps, huge stores tiny dwelling houses, one storey high, miles of hoardings with advertisements of

purely local productions boldly purporting to be in use all over the world were mixed up in bewildering

confusion. The suburbs extend to beyond the gates of the University gardens, which no longer are in the

country. They are well planted plenty of hibiscus, trumpet ash, laurestinus other flowering chrubs were out.

The older part of the building is by far the best. The medical school, a large separate building in the same

style, is a mongrel imitation, the Macleay museum being a terrible edifice in brown brick which is being

smothered with ivy as fast as possible. The tin roof, however, nothing can hide. The Schools of Chemistry,

Physics Engineering are in low somewhat shedlike buildings, at the back there are even wooden corrugated

iron erections (some of them devoted to the lady students) mixed up with tennisgrounds and asphalte paths,

which give a very unscholastic appearance to that part of it. The more temporary ones will however be

swept away if Government grants the Ł30.000 necessary to complete the side of the Quadrangle opposite to

the Great Hall. This Mr. Barff the Registrar who took us round shewed us everything with the greatest

kindness told us they had great hopes of commencing next year. I said I hoped they would also complete the

cloisters. They allow golden ivy to grow up the buttresses of the hall which give it a more venerable

appearance than the rest of the main building, but the coats of arms between each are not going to be covered

up. I saw the wellknown one, on the right of the big door of the hall outside, and also in one of the windows

in the entrance hall, where some of the tapestry, pictures given by Pater are also hung.

The great hall is very fine indeed, the roof beautiful. The picture at home does not give a good idea of it, as it

is very dark, the large windows being all filled with coloured glass. Pater's portrait occupies the left hand side

of the end wall, in the place of honour, there are various prints of it in other parts of the building. It is too

much in the dark to be well seen, though strikingly like Syd, is not an altogether good likeness, the head

being so small as to give the impression of a very tall man. We recognised the portrait of Mr. Denison and

were shewn that of Sir W. Manning other people. We saw some of the lecture rooms then Mr. Barff took us

to the museum where every thing seemed to be labelled with Pater's name, there was a general idea of him

pervading everything. This beautiful collection is not seen to the best advantage, as it occupies 1 large two

smaller rooms, but the things are beautifully mounted most carefully arranged. The new buildings will consist

of a Museum below new Library above. For the splendid collection of books they possess the present

premises are very much cramped. The Etruscan vases in Pater's collection cannot be seen to advantage being

too near together. They are most beautiful varied, and the Egyptian collection is wonderfully interesting. I do

not think two such enthousiastic visitors as ourselves can have surveyed them for a long time. Mr. Barff says

the Greek Roman things are the most interesting to the general visitors. The paintings on the mummy covers

are as fresh as possible, Charlie was delighted with them little Etruscan ossuary urns and the inscriptions

They are very proud of them, though I doubt if many people know much about them! We were loth to leave

the Museum, but there was so much to see, we got home very late, as it was. The Macleay museum of Natural

History has some good specimens, but is not well arranged. Several huge casts of Egyptian antiquities

(waiting for the new buildings) mixed up with the stuffed animals skeletons give it a somewhat grotesque

appearance. While we were here, a violent storm of rain descended with a noise like thunder on the iron roof,

and when it has over we rushed through mud and puddles to the Medical School. They are very proud of this

and the stained glass in the windows thereof. I have no doubt it is a most convenient suitable building, but it

is extremely hideous. There is an excellent pathological museum, with rather too many horrors for my taste,

and we also saw the huge lecture rooms, well fitted laboratories, declined to go into the dissecting room!. The

Engineering School interested me very much, as did that of Chemistry where we were introduced to Professor

Liversagemuch enjoyed seeing some most beautiful specimens of gold in nuggets, which he brought out for

our benefit. When sawn through, the finest of these (about 3 inches across) presented the appearance of

crystaline formation, all in the purest gold. He took us to see the furnaces for refining the gold, we also saw

the Museum, with good specimens of minerals and a quantity of the copper sheathing of a vessel, which the

professor told us contained minute particles of gold, which he was going to test.

Professor Threlfall shewed us the Chemistry School, described his interview with Pater in London, which

seems to have much amused him and then last of all we inspected the Biology school, which I think

pleased me most of all the new part. It is only a tiny low building with a creeper covered verandah, but is

most compact well arranged, the little museum perfect in its way. Mr. Barff kindly promised to get one or

two photographs done for me to take to Pater, as I did not see any good ones of the University in Sydney.

When we returned to Sydney, we spent another delightful afternoon at the University, this time in fine

weather, in company with Lady Manning. Mr. Barff was away, but had left a proof of his kindheartedness

sympathetic interest, in the shape of a lovely book of photographs for Pater. We spent a long time in the

Great Hall, wondered more than ever at the bad taste of the present Sydneyites with such an example before

them. In the Nicholson Museum we made one or two little sketches of some of the beautiful things, but our

time was too short. We were extremely glad to have the opportunity of refreshing our remembrance of what

interested us most there, and in fact of what we shall always remember as the pleasantest of our experiences

The approach to Sydney by the railway is not imposing , but we were most delighted thankful to get there

about 11 after passing through about 10 miles of beadvertisemented suburbs. It was pouring with rain,

much needed after a terrible drought. We settled ourselves in at the Grosvenor, Charlie went out to see

Thomas send off telegrams about the luggage, I wrote letters rested. Not much could I see of Sydney through

the haze of rain. Thomas Fenn came about 2 o'clock, as he was most anxious to take us out, out we went,

regardless of the pouring rain. We had only our journey clothes on, so did not care. I had various small

purchases to make, owing to the lack of luggage, we found only one shop still open, it being Saturday

afternoon. Some of the warehouses public buildings in Sydney are fine solid looking, the whole place has a

much more established, not such a mushroom look as Melbourne. The streets are not wide, they are paved

with cabbles, omnibuses rattle over these, in some streets your life is imperilled by steam trams, in others you

find great comfort in the cable or electric trams. The traffic is not regulated by the police, but where the steam

trams cross the cable ones there is a signal post which is some slight comfort. Except for the corrugated iron

verandahs to the shops, Sydney is an English looking place. Sunday July 25 . We woke early to find heavy

rain still falling, we puddled through the wet streets to the Cathedral to Early Service. We liked the Cathedral

very much, though it is not such an imposing building as Melbourne the windows are bad. There is also a

dado of most terrible tiles, but it all felt homelike. The service was performed in a somewhat slovenly

manner, a good deal by the clerk! but we were too glad to be in a Church again to mind. We managed to get a

cab coming home. In the afternoon we energetically started for Ashfield (about 10 miles out) to see the

Corlettes. We got an omnibus to the station at Sydney, but there was no cab at Ashfield Station apparently

noone knew where the Corlettes lived. One peculiarity of Australians is that if they can't answer a question

they don't say so, but simply stare, go on. After some wandering many enquiries we saw the house in the

distance rushed up the path in a pouring shower of rain, certain that we were right by the appearance of an

unmistakable Corlette in the door way. They received us very kindly and we promised to come stay with

them on Tuesday if they would excuse our travelling clothes. We saw the whole family except the eldest son

who had gone to England. Miss Corlette drove us back in the buggy to the Station. It still rained. We did

some telephoning for the first time in our lives that evening to Lady Manning, to whom I had written, she

promised to come to lunch on Tuesday no, I remember it was Monday evening we telephoned. It is a

strange sensation hearing a voice from 5 miles away you last heard in England. On Monday morning C. went

to see Pater's old House, now a convent, other places with Thomas, in the afternoon he took us to the

University where we spent a most pleasant afternoon, in spite of the rain. A good deal of our time in Sydney

was spent in various offices, re tickets, steamers, luggage etc, also we presented all the letters of introduction

we brought. On Monday morning C. also went by steamer to Manly, saw the harbour brought me back some

lovely wild flowers which I painted. He also called on Mr Knox which he returned, finding me in.

Tuesday morning we went to the Bank etc, then looked up Mr. Statham, who was most kind jolly. He took us

in a little electric launch across the Harbour to the Pastoral Produce Co's Warehouse Refrigerating works, of

which he is, I think, Consulting Engineer. It is a huge building. We went up in the lift to the top, passing floor

after floor, some empty, some full of huge bales of "dumped" wool. Mr. Statham shewed us the machinery

where this was done, also the engine rooms where the amonia freezing process causes the engines to be

covered with snow. In several places a valve causes one side to be covered with snow, while the other is so

hot you could not bear your hand on it. We saw the huge condensers, entered a small Arctic chamber where

the snow lay in heaps and the temperature was about 26 degrees below freezing point. There is a huge store,

where the sheep are frozen, after being run in along a rail at a certain height above the floor. There were

about 1000 carcasses there as hard as iron, giving back much the same sound when struck. The view from the

roof of the building is very fine, I got a better idea of Sydney harbour than I ever did in any of our journeys

up down it. It was a brilliantly fine day, the water blue, and enough clouds to make effective shadows on the

more distant hills. The shipping was most picturesque, several fine boats, a P O, N.G.Lloyd, other big liners

Sydney Harbour has a most wonderful number of small bays inlets, could, I should think, accomodate all the

fleets in the world. The effects at sunset are lovely, especially as the features one could dispense with, such as

the numbers of villas that spoil the appearance of some of the most beautiful bays are then veiled in a

mysterious golden light. We were a little disappointed after Hobart, in finding all the hills round Sydney

Harbour so low, no one striking feature, but possibly we had expected more than the beauties we did find in

it, from the exaggerated accounts one reads, which are hardly applicable to any place on earth certainly

not to any place where there is a large population, Nature is by no means left to herself.

Lady Manning came to lunch, was very kind. She had not got into her house yet, but wanted us to come there

on our return. She deprecated our going to the Corlettes, as she said we should not be comfortable, however

we were, in an Australian way. They are most kind, we liked them very much. Isabelle does wonders, but one

sees the result of the real mistress of the house being "feckless" in the general muddle impunctuality of

everything. Mr. Corlette is very fond of drawing took a great interest in my efforts.

Dr. Corlette took Charlie a ruridecanal round, in the buggy, I stayed at Ashfield lazed, in the afternoon helped

to entertain various ladies who came to tea. Dr. Corlette Charlie, who mutually liked each other, stayed out so

long that the good ladies only had a momentary glimpse of my better half, I had to be extra amiable to make

up. As a punishment poor Charlie got bitten by the Corlettes's horse "Charlie", a whaler of uncertain temper.

It did not graze the skin, but was a bad bruise for nearly a fortnight needed a lot of rubbing bandaging

commiseration on my part, as the poor dear could not use his arm. At the Corlettes, as in most Australian

houses, you are drinking some hot beverage or other all day long viz 7 times. Tea before breakfast, tea or

coffee at breakfast, cocoa in the middle of the morning, tea at lunch, tea at tea, tea at dinner, cocoa before

going to bed. Isabelle drove us to the Station next morning we had a certain amount of business to do before

going to tea with Mrs. Tregarthen Lady Manning's daughter, with whom she was staying in Rose Bay. In

answer to telephone news had come that the luggage had been sent on by ship would be at Sydney on Friday,

for which piece of calm stingyness Charlie sent the Shaw Savill Co at Melbourne a letter which must have

been rather unpleasant to receive. By their carelessness delay we had missed the fast boat to Rockhampton

had to put up with a little coasting boat (A.U.S.N. Co) the "Eurimbla" leaving on Saturday at 2 p.m. Rose

Bay is a very pretty part of Sydney, we saw from Mrs. Tregarthen's, Pater's old House "Lindsay" in a lovely

position with garden down to the water's edge. There are houses all the way to Rose Bay, now. Friday the

30th the luggage arrived early, we spent nearly all the morning repacking it. Mr. Thomas Knox came to

call, was very kind, giving us 2 letters of introduction, one, to Mr.Walsh at Brisbane, one to Mr. Hamilton

Turner at Rockhampton, both also in Dalgettys (n.b. Mr. Moore is the head of the Shaw Savill Dept. of

Dalgetty's in Sydney). After lunch we went out did a great deal of business. In the morning we had gone to a

little opal shop where I bought four, and also plunged in the way of being photographed at the celebrated

Crown Studios. We got our tickets, money, letters etc, also bought some charming toys for Thomas' children,

then started, somewhat late, by the 4 o'clock steamer for Coogee. So I saw the harbour with the advantage of

Coogee is a small place with a big House belonging to the Cardinal, a large number of provision shops and

the Ocean Beach, a sandy shore where we sat and watched the sea as long as we dared. We then

patronized the Chief industry of the place (viz, the providing of teas), just caught our steamer back nicely. We

were very happy, sitting in the half darkness, watching the numberless lights reflected in the water, especially

so, as the next day we would really be off and near the end of our long journey.

We had unpacked the presents for Thomas took them with the toys to his house after dinner, where we spent

the evening with him, his wife little boy (the other 2 children were in bed) to their great satisfaction. He has

most excellent quarters, a large airy flat, the top Storey of the Bank of N.S.W.

Saturday morning was spent in going to say good bye to Mr. Forsythe (of "Burns Phillips" etc) and finishing

up one or two little things getting the luggage on board. Miss Corlette the youngest girl, Jean, came to lunch

kindly accompanied us through a heavy shower of rain to the wharf, where we found Thomas awaiting us

The "Eurimbla" did not take very long getting under way, we were soon steaming down the harbour, I, trying

We made great friends with Capt Grahl, were quite sorry to leave him at Sydney which we reached about

8.30 on Thursday evening. The faithful Thomas was awaiting us with a pile of letters, among others a note

from Lady Manning begging us to come or not, just as suited us best. We thought it the only chance of seeing

her, so depositing some of our luggage at the Bank we drove straight to 111 Macleay Street, where we met

with a warm welcome. We had a very pleasant time with her Clara, but every minute was full. I went out with

Charlie after breakfast, and brought back the letters from the Bank. There were 3 lots they took me nearly an

hour to read. I answered as many as I could. The news from home was delightful to get: little Harry having a

Winchester scholarship, and everything as happy as possible. It quite cheered me up, we had been so long

without news. Mrs Tregarthen Dr Corlette were at lunch. We both like him so much. In the afternoon we

went with Lady M. to the University, and Miss Woolley came in later to see us. C. also called on Mr.

Mitchell. In the evening we dined with Knoxes. Clara went too. Mr. Knox is a most dear old gentleman, his

We left our kind hostess early went down to the Bank where I repacked my luggage. It was all done at last

and taken on board our ship the "Monowai". Mr. Corlette Isabelle kindly came saw us off, but Thomas was

the last friend we saw as at 1.30 we swung round steamed off quickly, leaving him waving a pocket