As for fatigue, one's muscles might get tired, and need rest, but
the usual depression and weariness attending over-exertion could not
exist in such an atmosphere. One felt like a happy child; pleased
at nothing, content to exist where existence was a pleasure.

You could not find more favourable specimens of New Zealand
colonists than the two men, Trew and Domville, who stood before us
in their working dress of red flannel shirts and moleskin trousers,
"Cookham" boots and digger's plush hats. Three years before this
day they had landed at Port Lyttleton, with no other capital than
their strong, willing arms, and their sober, sensible heads. Very
different is their appearance to-day from what it was on their
arrival; and the change in their position and circumstances is as
great. Their bodily frames have filled out and developed under the
influence of the healthy climate and abundance of mutton, until they
look ten years younger and twice as strong, and each man owns a
cottage and twenty acres of freehold land, at which he works in
spare time, as well as having more pounds than he ever possessed
pence in the old country, put safely away in the bank. There can be
no doubt about the future of any working man or woman in our New
Zealand colonies. It rests in their own hands, under God's
blessing, and the history of the whole human race shows us that He
always has blessed honest labour and rightly directed efforts to do
our duty in this world. Sobriety and industry are the first
essentials to success. Possessing these moral qualifications, and a
pair of hands, a man may rear up his children in those beautiful
distant lands in ignorance of what hunger; or thirst, or grinding
poverty means. Hitherto the want of places of worship, and schools
for the children, have been a sad drawback to the material
advantages of colonization at the Antipodes; but these blessings are