be,
was named Dugingi; while his companion enjoyed the more euphonious
sobriquet of Jemmy Davis. The latter had undertaken to introduce himself
and his friend to the whites with much form; and during the ceremony we
will take the opportunity of giving the reader a slight outline of his
and his comrade's history.

Dugingi was a semi-civilized black of about the middle age, powerfully
made, and decidedly unprepossessing in his appearance. He had been at
one time a trooper in the native police force of the colony; in which
corps he had been discreet enough to acquire all the vices and
depravities of the whites, while their virtues remained to him that
arcana of life which held out no allurements for emulation. When this
effective force was greatly reduced, and in some parts entirely
disbanded, by the sapient government of the time, Dugingi, with numerous
others of his countrymen similarly instructed, were let loose to join
their tribes, to contaminate the hitherto inoffensive blacks with their
vile inoculations. We will not stop to review the evils that have arisen
from the system of imbuing the natures of the blacks with a taste for
sin, acquired in scenes of crime and iniquity, and then sending them
back to their former haunts to spread amongst their fraternity the virus
of civilized corruption. Such itself might be made the subject of
especial exposition, and would require more space than we in this tome
can afford it.

Upon his juncture with his tribe the effects of Dugingi's education soon
displayed themselves; and having been caught and convicted of theft, and
after a series of successful depredatory exploits, he was sentenced to
two years' penal servitude at the convict establishment in Cockatoo
Island. Here, again, is another instance of the judicial short-sighted
policy against which we might declaim: for, setting aside the absence of
punishment to a black, where confinement is accompanied with ease and
regular dietary; to which he has not hitherto been accustomed (to say
nothing of his incapacity to understand the nature of his crime, or the
cause of his incarceration); the contamination he receives during his
sojourn in those fearful sinks of infamy, complete his immoral training;
and when he again breathes the fresh air of freedom, he is as
accomplished a villain as ever graced the bar of the Old Bailey. So it
was with Dugingi. Cockatoo Island finished what the native police
commenced; and but for his arrant