There was great enthusiasm; it was the Province's national holiday, its Fourth of July, so to speak.

It is the pre-eminent holiday; and that is saying much, in a country where they seem to have a most un-English mania for holidays.

Mainly they are workingmen's holidays; for in South Australia the workingman is sovereign; his vote is the desire of the politician--indeed, it is the very breath of the politician's being; the parliament exists to deliver the will of the workingman, and the government exists to execute it.

The workingman is a great power everywhere in Australia, but South Australia is his paradise.
He has had a hard time in this world, and has earned a paradise.

I am glad he has found it.