Mr. Anthony Trollope, the novelist, has been entreating his fellow-subjects
in Queensland to be content, or, at least, to grumble less. He heard, he said, that everything was going wrong, but he never met with anyone who had not three meals a day. He saw- in Queensland no one without decent clothes. But in England he constantly met men who had neither food nor decent clothing, who were reduced to wearing a coat thrice east off by descending grades of wearers. In England they are beginning to think of educating the poor, but in Queensland the poorest children were educated already. "When I hear you grumble Joan- not understand the language you use. You are impatient because you can't take wings, as the eagle, and fly right off to heaven. You are really in a very prosperous state." Sensible novelist I But is it right for him, a man of imagination, to depreciate the only regulation-exercise of the British imagination,—the exercise it gets in grumbling ? A mind with full-grown wings should not depreciate the rudimentary wings of average Britons.
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