and disturb the laboring man or to try to take his rightful happiness away from him. Amid great cheers he retired while all hands picked up the words of some song which went to the tune of Maryland, My Maryland. In many of the by-streets there were other men speaking on other topics to their wretched audiences. Some of opposite political views to the Laborite were expressing their own platform of thought, denouncing the Labor party, denouncing meetings on the steps of the Town Hall or anybody who would hold them there, or else interpreting the life of Christ, and selling little pamphlets showing formulas which had come from Christ at a sixpence apiece, following which anybody could be saved. The truth of the matter is that if the movies were only allowed to give their performances on Sunday night there would be less people on the street hanging about with nothing to do but wasting their time listening to such folderol. Monday, August 22nd. (Sydney). Another day worrying around the town of Sydney. This day I interest- ed myself in the waterfront and sailor district. Walked down to the quáy, known as Walsh Bay Wharf, where the S. S. Mataram, Burns, Philp & Co., was moored just in from the Solomons. Weaved my way through sacks of copra, cartloads of coal, drays, and stewards supplies to the quarter where I found the chief mate. He was a large brute of evident Irish affiliations and lacking a tie kept the collar of his shirt together with an imitation