man with soul so dead that never to himself hath said it is my own my native land". This brought great applause from his other fellow countrymen. We said good bye to our particular friends, Miss Bryon-Moore, who gave us a letter to the Administrator at Rabaul; Mr. Blandy, Miss Currie, Doctor Learoyd, Commander Crawford, and bowed farewell to a number of familiar faces whose names we were less familiar with. After a fierce struggle with what must be the most impolite customs organization in the whole world we proceeded to the Hotel Australia. The Hotel Australia is not the world's worst hotel, but it is not exactly disqualified from that competition either. Being in the Australian winter the lacking of all possible heating apparatus makes the place as cold as Christmas Day in Rigolet Labrador. What's more, the building is clever- ly designed to preserve the cold during the time of day when it is warmer outside so that it has resulted in becoming the model for all refrigerator plants built subsequently in eastern Australia. In the afternoon we went to the zoo, which is across the harbour at Toranga Park. It is undoubtedly one of the most happily located zoos imaginable. It is built on the side of a steep island so that the cages of the animals are arranged on terraces affording them all an excellent view of the harbour. All Sudney, it appears, walks and talks to the zoo. In cages and promenades built of some substance half marshmallow and half molasses, such beasts and birds as Tasmanian