His manners were stiff and formal, his tastes moral, his habits on
Sundays religious, and his temper vindictive. Next to the articles
of war, the thirty-nine Articles claimed his obedience. When his
term of office was drawing to a close he went to church on a certain
Sunday to receive the Lord's Supper. While studying his prayer book
he observed that it was his duty if his brother had anything against
him to seek a reconciliation before offering his gift. The
ex-Attorney-General, Gellibrand, was present, a brother Christian who
had had many things against him for many years. He had other
enemies, some living and some dead, but they were absent. To be
reconciled to all of them was an impossibility. He could not ask the
minister to suspend the service while he went round Hobart Town
looking for his enemies, and shaking hands with them. But he did
what was possible. He rose from his knees, marched over to
Gellibrand, and held out his hand. Gellibrand was puzzled; he looked
at the hand and could see nothing in it. By way of explanation
Colonel Arthur pointed out the passage in the prayer-book which had
troubled his sensitive conscience. Gellibrand read it, and then
shook hands. With a soul washed whiter than snow, the colonel
approached the table.

Amongst the convicts every grade of society was represented, from
King Jorgensen to the beggar. One Governor had a convict private
secretary. Officers of the army and navy, merchants, doctors, and
clergymen consorted with costermongers, poachers, and pickpockets.
The law, it is sad to relate, had even sent out lawyers, who
practised their profession under a cloud, and sometimes pleaded by
permission of the court. But their ancient pride had been trodden in
the dust; the aureole which once encircled their wigs was gone, and
they were often snubbed and silenced by ignorant justices. The