THE MARCH TO THE QUAY. I9I the frequent expression of good wishes from the assembled multitude.

The mounted police did their best to keep a clear passage for the troops, but they did not accomplish their object one half so successfully as the tars did; they literally carried everything before them. On they marched and the crowd fell back on either side almost instantaneously. Those who did not get out of the way were quietly hustled along until they were glad to creep to the rear of the crowds that lined the streets, and repent of their folly in endeavouring to stem the living torrent which swept on in such magnificent array. Looking down Oxford Street, the spectacle was simply bewildering. Long lines of streamers and gay-coloured flags stretched across the thoroughfare, and every coign of vantage was closely packed with human beings. Balconies, verandahs, and housetops were covered with spectators, many of whom threw choice bouquets on the moving column beneath them. The Soudan contingent was especially favoured in the matter of floral decorations, and many of the fair occupants of the balconies showered rice and ribbons upon the heroes of the day. Some of the volunteers appeared to be much affected by these demonstrations of good-will, and many a brave fellow's eye moistened as he glanced for the last time on the loved form of mother, sister, or sweetheart. The members of the contingent quickly transferred the flowers to their button-holes and belts, while some fixed them on the points of their bayonets. In this manner they marched on with a swinging step to the well-worn tune of " The Girl I left behind me." Many of the ladies who had stationed themselves along the line of march were deeply affected by the stirring scene, and not a few of them kissed the young soldiers as they passed by. Others wished them "God speed" with a trembling voice, and some there were who smiled approvingly on the men of the contingent, and bade them be of good cheer. Cries of " Bravo, boys!" "Give it to the Mahdi!" and "Advance Australia!" were of frequent occurrence. One balcony at the lower end of Oxford Street was crowded with ladies, and these also showered down a profusion of flowers upon the blue-jackets, marines, and the