He introduced the potato among the small cattle stations around Cape Chatham.'" He held out his potatoes towards the retiring Captain with the air of Burke producing the dagger.

His humour, I perceive, reads poor enough when written down, but when assisted by his comical impassible face, and solemn drawling delivery, I never heard anything much better.
Good old Pollifex! my heart warms towards him now.

When I think what the men were whose clamour put him out of office in 184-, I have the conviction forced upon me, that the best among them was not worth his little finger.

He left the colony in a most prosperous state, and, retiring honourably to one of his stations, set to work, as he said, to begin life again on a new principle.

He is wealthy, honoured, and happy, as he deserves to be.
I cannot help, although somewhat in the wrong place, telling the reader under what circumstances I saw him last.