SYDNEY. 307

“We will go into one of the crack streets,’ said Jack, “and I
guess I can find it, though things have changed since I was here.”

“ Sydney makes me think of Boston, Mr. Bobstay,” said Ralph.

“Does it? Well, here is George street. See the buildings of stone.”

“Tt is a nice street; doesn’t it go through the whole length of the
city? The pilot told the doctor so.”

“Yes; and we will go into Pitt street next.”

They found banks and newspaper offices, and a variety of business-
quarters of importance. Looking along Market street, Rick saw
foliage ahead:

“Oh-h-h! I guess there is a garden,” he shouted.

It was “Hyde Park,” a pretty spot containmg forty acres, and
here was a statue of “Albert the Good,’ and one also of Capt. Cock.

“ More trees!” shouted Siah, later in the day.

They had reached another park, the “ Domain,” inclosing one hun-
dred and thirty-eight acres, and leading to the bright clear water
at Farm Cove. :

“ And something else is here, boys,” called out Jack. He was
pointing at the Botanical Gardens, green with a variety of strange
growths amassed there. During the day Jack showed the boys some
of the institutions of Sydney, and among them’ were the University,
Government House, and Garden Palace.