Fuller details would be interesting, but hardly edifying.

This statue I "unveiled" at another of my monthly receptions, and, judged by its effect, it was even a greater success than the colossal portrait of the Queen.

A monster _corroboree_ was held alongside the Prince of Wales's statue, but, unfortunately, he went to pieces in a day or two, when the fierce sun beat down upon the clay, and cracked it.

This gradual disintegration of the great ruler's deputy vastly amused the blacks, and I eventually had to hasten the Prince's end, lest their mirth should compromise my dignity.
You will hardly be surprised when I tell you that the blacks looked to me for everything.

I was judge, wonder-worker, and arbitrator.