Hear the shrieking of the dogs, How they prowl, and howl, and slink Just keeping out of sight When one's bushing it at night; While the strange unearthly discord of their tone Causes death to chance of sleep, How they steal, steal, steal, Of these cowardly and prowling But bloodthirsty and greedy thieves draw near. In the bush. Insatiable as hogs, Are these horrid native dogs; Every night they come and rush The sheep-folds in the bush, The sheep-folds in the far, unsettled bush. On the dogs, dogs, dogs: How they lurk about and prowl How they howl, howl, howl The dismal-voiced, marauding native dogs. It were vain to strive to tell All the losses And the crosses That are caused by these unearthly native dogs. Oh, the dogs, dogs, dogs, dogs,- Dogs, dogs, dogs Oh, the shrieking and the yelling of the dogs. bottled beer. Our The future Governor of Victoria, now supposed to be encountering the troubles of the deep, before experiencing the deeper trouble of expending fifteen thousand a year in a manner to give general satisfaction, is the son of Old Barkly, of the Two Hundred and First Light Dragoons. Old B. was an active man, and commonly called the busy bee. He was much engaged in building societies, crushing companies, land associations, and other mischievous contrivances for dissipating private property, and consequently soon discovered his circumstances to be hopelessly embarrassed. A meeting of his creditors was called, and a composition of twenty shillings in the pound being cheerfully accepted, B. senior bought a box of gent.'s mining tools, and started for California. On the way he fell in with Admiral Nelson, and took part with him in the siege of Seringapatam. He was present when the admiral's arm was taken off by a spent ball and then made the celebrated observation, " 'England advises every man to look out for himself," which has been wrongly attributed to Lord Nelson. hero received a severe contusion on the nose, and suffered dreadful privation from a scarcity of sticking-plaster and the high price of He was rewarded however with a commission in the army, and at the termination of the war retired on half pay, received a grant of land in Jamaica, and ultimately settled there as a squatter. The Barkly property consists of a square mile of sugar-cane country, fronting a government road, and neatly fenced with posts and rails, and is generally called Barkly-square. Henry, the subject of our present memoir, entered life in the usual way, and from documentary evidence of his infant career, appears to have manifested great energy of character at the early age of two days, by incessantly squaring at some phantom of its imagination. Some months later he positively refused to swallow pap within two degr eos of the boiling point, to which customary process of torture the nurse religiously adhered. At four, B. junior having cost his parents seventeen pounds for broken windows and teacups, made dirt pies on all the damask chairs of the drawing room, decorated the walls with paste blacking, and put three cats into the kitchen fire, was pronounced rather too exuberant and sent to school. Master Barkly progressed rapidly with his studies, gave the schoolmistress a black eye with a pop-gun before he had been at school six weeks, and acquired immense popularity by spending no end of pocket-money in brown sugar and gunpowder. At the age of six the young gentleman showed a slight inclination to dissolute habits, took to drinking ginger beer, ran in debt for bull's-eyes, whipcord, a peg-top and a squirt, and called his LITERATURE AND ART. As usual at this period of the year, a flood of new publications is issuing from the press. Among the more prominent literary novelties of the season may be mentioned the following: "The Man Made of Money," revised and adapted for colonial readers, by W. J. T. Clarke. "An Essay on Truth," by D. Blair. "Calculations affecting Principle and Interest," by J. H. Brooke. "Personal Reminiscences of Celebrated Men in the Sixteenth Century," by the Editor of the Herald. "Recreations on the (Lindley) Murray," by T. H. Power. The Art of Government Simplified," by Major-General M'Arthur. FLATTERING.-An advertisement in yesterday's paper, says to algentleman whose name stands at its head, "A near relation of yours having seen your spirited letters in the Argus, wishes to meet you at" &c. We advise the author of the spirited letters not to go. If he wise, he will let the near relation get no nearer. Why does not the literary kinsman give his name? father "governor." However, old Barkly was very indulgent, promised to pay his son's debts, and calmly remonstrated about the epithet governor, observing to the precocious youth that he might be a governor some day himself. For fear any inaccuracies should creep into this memoir,, we shall defer its conclusion till the arrival of Sir Henry, in whose obliging disposition to furnish the required material we have the utmost confidence. NEEDY NEEDLEWOMEN. "AIGUILLE," which Punch is told by his friend, the Count Etcetera, is French for "needle," has written a letter to the Argus, complaining of the scanty remuneration offered to needlewomen by their employers in Collins-street. Aiguille states that the wage of a needlewoman does not, in many instances exceed a penny an hour, and she meekly enquires if that is not "rather a low scale of remuneration for women's time and labor, even in these degenerate days of the colony"! Punch replies to this question emphatically in the affirmative; qualifying his response by asserting his belief that Aiguille fell asleep, after partaking of a sumptuous supper, and dreamt that she was transported to the purlieus of Hounsditch and the Minories. A penny an hour-eight-pence a-day-four shillings a week-the wage of a needlewoman in the capital of Victoria! What a monstrous dream must have disturbed your slumbers, and deranged your mind, before you penned that letter to the Argus, Aiguille! As if any of the Messieurs Blank, who exhibit useful or ornamental habiliments, behind plate glass windows in Collins-street, would insult poverty and degrade womanhood by the offer of "six shillings per dozen for the making of trousers," or, of one shilling for the fabrication of a child's Don't the dress "tacked, trimmed, and braided." Fie! Aiguille. Messieurs Blank realise splendid profits on all descriptions of "soft goods"? Don't they net handsome incomes, ride good horses, occupy good houses, and enjoy life as people are entitled to do, who are in the receipt of a revenue greater than that of many a small prince in Germany? And would these prosperous tradesmen, exempt as they are from the fierce competition to which shopkeepers in England are exposed, sacrifice self-respect, incur private reproach and public odium, 'grind the faces and provoke the curse pronounced upon those who " of the poor," by doling out to poor needle-women, the wretched pittance, which Aiguille declares to be the current wage of their labor? Punch repeats, that it must be all a dream, and God forbid that it ever should become a reality in any town or city in Victoria. But of course I cant remember What was said by thirty men; And their speeches ralely wasnt Wuth retaleing out agen. Wen the sho of hands was taken, Major Hodgson stood A, One; But the Mare and Mister Miller I'd adwise to cut and run. ORIGINAL CORRESPONDENCE. And the ways was very DEAR MR. PUNCH,dirty, Leedin to that Sity Kort; But that this was only natchral Most of the speckt taters thort: All the avenoos to the Kounsill So my patriotic feelins Very much delited were, Likewise for to see but twenty Hands held up in his behalf; Wich denotes the Sity's left off Worshippin the Golden Calf. And the gent wich did propose him Seemd afraid to give his name, And the seckond speechless speeker, Slunk behind for very shame; And the Mare himself lookt witer Than his bussom friend and frill, Tryin for to rase a smile, yet Seemin at his ease but ill. Wile the peeple groand and shouted "How about that satin gown?" Whistlin, hissin, jeerin, screemin, "Tommy Barber,"-"Silks, lie down." Till discomfitted and beaten Backward shrunk the baffled Mare, Of the ten men nominayted He the most unpoplar there. Gallyant Johnny Pasko Fawkner And his wite hat planted firmly St. Kilda, 18th August, 1856. Celia Maria and I do not often read the papers, but the other day we saw in the Argus, that a Mr. Blair, at Emerald Hill, had found out, that to say you are willing to accept anything is altogether different from asking for it. Now, dear Mr. PUNCH, Celia Maria says "this is a grand discovery for us poor defenceless females, and likely to revolutionise the entire matrimonial world; for we may tell the gentlemen we are willing to accept them, and if they dare to say we asked them to have us, we can declare they are telling nasty naughty fibs." You, dear old PUNCH, do tell me now, is Celia Maria right, and might I call on the young man that looks so particularly at me every Sunday in church, and tell him I am just turned of twenty, can play on the piano, sing, dance, do all sorts of embroidery, and am willing to accept a nice young man. Now, you know, if he took the hint at once, it would be all right, but if he wouldn't have me, do tell me, may I be sure every one will believe he is telling a great shocking fib, should he say I asked him. A reply will oblige numerous ladies deeply interested as well as JULIANA SOPHIA. THE CENTRAL AMERICAN QUESTION. I. Waal b'ys, when yew have skinned yer ears, just lend them all to me, II. This crittur's sick of Injun ways, and all their pesky dealins, III. I'll jine them coons, who're gwine this fact down every throat to cram, IV. So, if they show their sarsy airs, I really shouldn't wonder |