Here we are, two days out, & getting into Melbourne tomorrow morning. Therefore although there aren't many days to chron- iclechronicle since I wrote last, if I don't post a letter from Melbourne I'm afraid I'll miss the next mail; & as I don't want to spend all my time in port writing letters II'll start now; though it is ½ past 9 of a Sunday night. So no doubt you are doing the same. I am thus late because I have been playing the piano — a Broadwood grand, a bit wonky but good in parts — to my fellow travelling scholars, or some of them. There are an immense crowd of us on board, about 9 at least, some from Sydney as well as N.ZNew Zealand. And five of us are travelling first with free passages. I got chatting to a girl at breakfast before we left Sydney, who mentioned casually that she was a NZerNew Zealander, & mentioned that I too came from God's Own Country; when it turned out that she was a classics scholar going from Canterbury to Oxford for three years. Then just as I was getting interested in her, she mentioned casually that her fianceé was on board too — but he, poor devil, has to travel 3rd-class, so that she dosen't get much chance to see him except at ports. And he is low, one of the NZNew Zealand Rhodes Scholars; the other one Barak is also here, but also 3rd The Castle gang, thank heaven, are going 3d3rd. Then when we got our seats at table on leaving Sydney who should we (i.e the girl, Miss Rowe, & I) find at our table but three Sydney travelling scholars — one in French & German, a bird with a fat face who had the misfortune to be wonky yesterday, though the sea was ideally calm — one in economics, I think, & the third in architecture, a bloke called Raymond MacGrath, who did a lot of drawing & writing for Hermes the Sydney UnivUniversity magazine. Something like Alan in appearance, with the same sort of hands. And the girls from the Canterbury College Review for two years, so taking us all in all, we are a pretty bright party. The table is completed by a bright young officer lad, with a nice Marcelle wave in front. The rest of the saloon is a pretty rough lot; one or two ultra- flash young females with accents & officers in tow; one or two dowagers with frosty faces, & a few large men who look more unintelligent than they possibly may be. We feed on the fat of the land, though hindered to a certain extent by the singular French in which the dinner menu is composed — so that even our French scholar is a bit hard put to interpret sometimes. I find too that it's no use putting on your best French accent with these low- bred stewards — what you have to do is to pronounce as written. Nice menus they get out totoo, with charming designs around the edges or on top. It's not much use trying to be a food reformer — so I am having a grand splurge — getting in while the going's good (I refer to the weather) & casting my net far & wide. I generally have some fruit to start off breakfast with, followed by an omelette (good omelettes they are too) & a slice of grilled Wiltshire bacon (nothing so rough as the common or garden bacon & eggs) or I may possibly insert a trifle of fish; & then a finger or two of toast & marmalade forms a suitable light coping stone. The coffee is good; & we get it after lunch & dinner as well. On these latter occasions in the lounge or smoking room of course. With Demerara sugar, which I had never seen before, but which does not seem to differ in effect from any other sugar. At lunch we toy with a spoonful or so of soup, possibly again fish (turbot for me today), cold viands of some sort, salad, two or three apricots, etc. Dinner I hesitate to describe to you, lest your hygienic soul should shudder & wilt. So far I appear to be thriving — we walk eng ener- geticallyenergetically round & round the deck till our legs wobble & play quoits & deck-tennis till the blood rushes to our heads, so that so far there are no signs of increasing fat on my manly frame. I meant to weigh myself before leaving Sydn- neySydney, but forgot — I must try to remember this important detail at Melbourne.

To get back to the beginning, I put in most of Friday Thurs- dayThursday writing letters & then dashed along to the Mitchell Library in the evening to work; next day I had to meet a cove on the wharf to make a new key to my cabin-trunk. ½ hour late he was, & charged me 7 bob — the dirty Australian. And then when I had a look in my other trunk I found the books in it I thought were in Keith's, which I wanted the key for. Otherwise I could have waited for the damn thing till I got home. However you never know, I might have wanted it for something else. What about Keithle's paying half of the cost? — he can send the 3/6 per the Bank of N.Z.New Zealand. And then I spent the rest of the day at the Library, finishing up on the mess they have just on closing time at 9 p.m. They give the casual visitor more freedom there than they do at the Turnbull — you just write your name in a visitors' book & wander round as you like. Of course they haven't got the little treasures the Turnbull LibyLibrary has — their valuable things are mostly ships' logs & governor's papers. I've seen some famous men's autographs. However that's by the way. On Saturday morning I started off with a list of things to do — & I'm blest if second person I met wasn't a bloke off the Osterley or on the point of joining the Osterley wanting advice on where to go or how to get somewhere or what to do when he got there. So I told them all and then I'm darned if I didn't go & get lost myself, for the first and only time I was in Sydney. Lord knows where I wandered; but I know I took ¾ hrhour to reach the Bank to fix up my finan- cialfinancial business instead of about 5 minutes, from the Orient Coy'sCompany's place. If you walk out of a street at the wrong end down near the Circular Quay it seems to be fatal. However I did most of the other things I meant to do before meeting Jean at for morning tea on Farmer's roof-garden. I forgot to mention that on Friday night I was very busy acquiring white trousers (2 prspairs at 16/6 eaeach) evening shoes (1 prpair at 16/6) three studs (at 6d eaeach)1 evening tie (at 3/6). I asked the bloke in the shop if he could teach me to tie one; & I said, "If you do I'll buy it." He said "Certainly; a single or a double end?" To which I said "Search me". Now the one you bought me was a double end, & the single end is much simpler to tie, I find; in fact, according to the gent in the shop, it is now as worn. So when I wear it I hope to adjust same with the minimum of trouble. Dressing for dinner, however, according to a steward cobber of mine, is not de rige reig rigueur (terrible word to spell) till after we leave Melbourne; so our table dispenses with it. Well, I purchased a copy of What Every Woman Knows for Jean, as we had enjoyed same so much when acted, & she shouted me morning tea & a sprig of boronia; & we bowled down to the wharf & purchased a streamer & shouted facetious remarks till the s boat went out. It was decent to have her on the wharf — one of the best among girls. Then I watched them drop the pilot & had a look at the coast & then the couple went for lunch & I leapt down to same with great vim, not to say avidity — finding in my cabin your cable, which was very cheering, & for which I thank you very much; it was indeed pleasant to get.

By the way, Daddy, Angus & Robertson's have "H.W.M." that Massingham book reduced to 7/6 (pub 12/6) if you should want it. They had a shelf- f... full of very attractive bargains, but I turned my eyes away resolutely — after having a good look. They have a few of the Nonesuch books, Wycherley & Congreve, Casanova Society's Casanova & Arabian Nights (which however hardly seem the books for a respectable Christian household). I got Clifford Bax's Inland Far for 4/6. Also a first edition of Davies last book for 4/6. You can have the copy now on my shelves if you like; if you don't want it I dare say C.Q.P. will buy it. That's all I have bought here, though sorely tempted.

We have had jolly good weather since leaving Sydney, with the coast in sight nearly all the time, either just visible on the horizon or fairly close. He We have seen one or two ships & two gorgeous sunsets over the coast. I knock off now; expecting to be nearly at Melbourne wharf in the morning; which noble city I shall try & describe to you later on.

24/8/26 i.e. Tuesday morning. We were in before break- fastbreakfast yesterday morning & hopped into town first thing — me with a large brown paper parcel intent on finding a laundry; which I found in due course, the owner thereof promising faithfully, on the honour of a gentleman who had worked on the Osterley himself during the war, too, & to return contents of same, efficiently cleansed & bone dry, by three o'clock this afternoon. So let's hope he does so. My first pair of pyjamas went west the night before we got here — very pathetic they looked, floating rapidly astern on the white foam; but they looked more pathetic when they were hung on me. I'm afraid I scandalised the old girl at a bit at the YMYoung Men's Christian Association who cleaned out my room, but she always folded them up most religious- lyreligiously & put them under on top of the pillow as done in the best circles. I also (to return to Melbourne) tracked down Maie Ross success- fullysuccessfully in the ghastly crockery department of a vast concern known as Myer's Emporium Limited, which covers about four blocks & is still building. The girl seemed very pleased to see me, in which you will agree she showed excellent taste, & invited me out to their joint for the evening meal & some music. They have a gramaphone with a few good records, Melba etc; & a piano of the patent iron-foundry type; however I played my piece & she sang a bit & I moved off, in mortal fear of being stoushed on the head with a beer-bottle by one of the celebrated Melbourne pushers. But no harm cal came to the lad, thereby bearing out a poem by Horace on the advan- tageadvantage of an innocent unstained life when wandering through a wilderness of wild beasts. I found a good bookshop in the morning, A. H. Spencer, "The Hill of Content", in Bourke StStreet; but his prices were the same as elsewhere; in fact in some cases stiffer. But he had a few good second hand things, & some things that booksellers in Australia & NZNew Zealand don't usually get out. He had that Navarra Society Smollett (was it?) by the way, Daddy, which was what I guessed it to be, a reprint reissue? of Dent's edition, but clearly printed & cheap enough at the price.

I put in the whole of the afternoon from 1 to ¼ to 5 at the Art Gallery; they have some wonderful stuff there; a magnificent Raeburn which puts all the other portraits by Reynolds or Romney or anybody completely in the shade; about four Corots, Sargents (Landscapes), Watts (portrait of Tenny- sonTennyson) Burne-Jones, D. Y. Cameron, Van Eyck (a wonderful brilliant little thing they paid £21,000 odd for) Pissarro, Monet, C.J. Holmes, Madox Brown, Maris brothers, Orpen, John, Turner, (great water- colourwater-colour Okehampton Castle), P de Wint, Morland, Reynolds, Romney, etchings by Rembrandt, WhislterWhistler, Merson, Pennell, Haden, Braugown, Durer, a lot of Australians; pen drawings by N. Lindsey, two Hilden watercolours, lithographs by Sharon and Rennell, a great collection of Japanese prints, including one or two of mine and some miraculous ones besides, furniture, glass, Chinese carved and embroidered screens, and Lord knows what besides. Of course they have this Felton bequest and expert advisers at home to grab stuff for them. A collection also of coloured drawings by Blake to illustrate Dante; two Australian lads came in and gazed in silence for some time then one of them opened his mouth. He said, “e must 'a been dippy” I didn't think much of them myself at the time; but they have stuck in my memory very vividly — But I wouldn't give two pins for the lot, so I am evidently a low-brow. Oh, they have also two original carto caricatures by Max Beerbohm, recent ones; LdLord Balfour & one of Lytton Strachey trying to see Queen Victoria as LdLord Melbourne saw her. By gum, they're good too; drawn very faintly in pencil & then fa washed off with very pale colour. I wouldn't mind going back there again to-day but I want to see the University & the Library if I can, which they say is pretty good.

Melbourne seems cleaner than Sydney; the trams are certainly more up to date; but it is a lot slower. They are having a citrouscitrus fruits week just now; so I must buy some lemons to help on the good cause. I can have grape-fruit for breakfast if I like every morning, of course; but they only give you ½ of one — very juicy, & much to my taste. But I work round the menus a great deal, in French & English; to get as much experience as possible. At present we are thinking of getting our French scholar to give a course of University extension letters lectures in French for stew- ardsstewards; for they generally pronounce the language as writ- tenwritten themselves; & if you translate into English for their benefit they gape. I may have told you this before.

Well, I must cease, or I shall never get into town at all, & I must get there, for I busted my braces at a crucial point in a game of deck-tennis the other day. I probably shan't post another letter till Fremantle.