subdivision of which, dated 15th February, 1840, was sold by Charles (known as Captain) Hutton, and here the tide sets in strongly for men of note, such as Peel, Stanley, Derby, and Wellington. Next on the eastward come 47¾ acres, Crown to D. S. Campbell and to Hughes and Hosking, which passed to Hodgson and M'Kenzie, who sold about 1843. Here we have Rupert and Cromwell Streets in close fraternity to Islington Terrace, Hyde Terrace, Rokeby and Burlington Streets. Still on eastwards came Dr. (afterwards Sir Charles) Nicholson 57, 58, and part of 59 suburbans, granted to himself and to Charles Bradly, which were subdivided by Penrose Nevins, surveyor, in 1851. Charles, William, Lithgow, Albert, and Mollison appear; names commonplace enough, but connecting with the owner, Mr. Mollison, who managed his affairs at Port Phillip. It is not, however, until we step over to Richmond and consider suburban 19 and 28 that we get another haul ff notabilities. These 50 acres passed into Thurlow's hands, and two subdivisions were made—the one (probably the first)by Williamson, the surveyor; the other by H. B. Foote, the surveyor. This last was acted upon, and forthwith appear the names of Brougham, Abinger, Lyndhurst, etc. Suburban 18 and 29 (which adjoin the last) take quite another character. These were first granted to Brodie and to another, and passed on to Watson and Hunter, who subdivided and sold them. The Richmond flat was at that time subject to water privileges, and Neptune and Corsair Streets show a feeling in that direction, Hunter and Euphrasia Streets being their associates. Again, the suburban in which was Highett's Paddock, with its Erin and Sackville Streets, probably obtained this distinction through Charles Williams, the auctioneer, who at one time possessed a large portion of it. And Type Street, near the Richmond Bridge, in suburban 30, receives its facetious title, I apprehend, from Strode, the printer, who held property there."
It would be unpardonable for me to pass without a word what was, until it recently vanished, the oldest two-storied house in Fitzroy, at the corner of Victoria Parade and Fitzroy Street. It was an old friend of mine, though it has put on half-a-dozen new faces since we first met. It was built as a private residence for Arthur Kemmis, one of our first merchants, who did not long survive his installation there. The next comer was a keen, quiet, canny little Scotchman—Alastair M'Kenzie—who, standing well with Downing Street, arrived in the colony with the appointment of Sheriff in his pocket, was subsequently nominated Treasurer by the Colonial Office, and died after enjoying his higher billet and its emoluments for two or three years. I next knew it as the "mia-mia" of jolly, good-natured J e m m y Stewart, of the firm of Brown and Stewart, wine merchants of Elizabeth Street, who was very much liked by the old colonists, and was the best judge of a glass of whisky in Port Phillip ; but "Jamie" would just as soon give as take a nip. He found his way into the Legislative Council, and represented the Eastern Province for a few years; but never made much of a stir in public life, if I except the stunning trade he used to do with the Melbourne pubs, for the house of Brown and Stewatt was a taking one. H e died at a comparatively early age, both respected and regretted. It was at one time rumoured that this house had a special ghost attached to it, and that the usual mysterious indications of an unearthly visitant were not wanting. If there were any truth in this his ghostship was effectually "laid" when the tenement passed to the possession of the well-known lawyer and politician, Mr. (now Sir A.) Michie. Probably it was hearing of this that induced Mr. Michie, several years ago, to deliver one of his eminently clever lectures on Ghosts, at the Mechanics' Institution, and possibly it was the preparation of the lecture that caused the ghost to skedaddle. The building was afterwards devoted to the purpose of a boarding school and young women's "home." It would be difficult to imagine a more irregular network of lanes and bye-ways (they were not thoroughfares) than obtained in these times. All about and along Moor Street, from Nicholson to Smith Streets, it was one bewildering way-maze which baffled all power of alignment until a clue was found in a £50,000 endowment of a Fitzroy Ward Improvement Fund, and this was the sesame by which the streets were finally opened. Mr. (afterwards Sir) John O'Shanassy, then a member of the Legislative Assembly, was a powerful means of effecting this, and such a good turn should never be forgotten. But it was forgotten very soon, for the definition of the Plebs' gratitude is a recollection of favours to come. Up to 1850 Smith Street was quite a one-sided affair, and a very queer ragged-regiment kind of affair too. All down the flat was a morass where one would hardly think human habitats could ever spring up. There was an excuse for a house of some kind or other thrown up here and there, and, "though few and far between," they were anything but "angels' visits." A change began, but slowly,
