Robert Whittle, an English-born American, first came to Victoria in 1857, working mainly as a trader on the goldfields. In 1863 he married and departed for Ceylon, where he worked as an accountant. This excerpt from his reminiscences describes his return to Melbourne in 1865. After fifteen months, he left Melbourne forever, travelling first to New Zealand and then, in 1876, returning to the United States.
We passed through the Heads under sail, continuing our course down the bay for some thirty miles, until we had nearly reached the mouth of the river Yara Yara, which empties into it, at its extreme N-Western corner. From which point we were towed up the river to the City; which lies
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about one and a half miles to the N-east from the head of the Bay. The river from here to the city, pursues a crooked course through a dismal and dreary swamp; winding and bending about, with the appearance of a narrow stagnant ditch more than any self-respecting stream, through a flat reedy waste, partly covered with salt lagoons; and reeking with unsavoury smells. This is what the approach to the city by water at that time, used to be like. We finally, late in the afternoon, reached and made fast to the “Australian” wharf, at the S-western limits of the city.
On our northern course up the Bay we saw, first the little town of Sorento, on our left, close to Schnapper Point; which is just inside the Heads. And some miles further on, on the same shore, where the bay greatly widens out, lay the town of Geelong; which a few years before, had competed with Melbourne for first position as entrepot for the Colony; and between which two towns, the first R-way built in this colony was still uncompleted when I first got here, early in '57. A little farther along from this point, we sighted on our right — That farthermost outpost of the big city's suburbs, named Brighton. Next, some four to five miles farther along, we had St Kilda on our right, and the town of Williamstown across the water, to the left. Whilst further along, at the bays northern limit; were Sandridge, on the one side, and Footscray opposite, to the left …
… During the Christmas holidays of '66, we had Mrs. Adelaide Archer and her husband, down on a visit from the country. Adelaide being a younger sister of my wife, who sometime before had been on a visit with them at their home in Castlemaine. We always had six days racing in Melbourne during the holiday week, as it is called, and it is at this particular time, that the great Intercolonial Match is run for the Melbourne Cup, and a stake of ten thousand sovereigns. The races, are the occasion of the annual great dress Parade of ladies fine toilets, fine horse stock, and stunning vehicles, and at the meet this year, it was said, there was fifty thousand people on the Flemington course, on the day the Cup was run for the course is situated just a short distance to the west of the city, and a couple of miles beyond the north end of the Bay … The grandstand with its richly robed occupants, with the densely crowded “hill” — as the rising ground about it, and on which the stand is placed, is called — made I should judge, as fine a spectacle as could be found, I doubt not, on most any course [in] Europe …
… In the early part of the following Autumn, about the first of the month of April, we saw a fine muster and review, of the Colonial Volunteer Forces, at a place called Sunbury, on the Keilor plains, some eighteen miles north of town — The Governor, Sir Chas. Darling, being present with Major Genl. McArthur, in command of the troops. The proceedings terminated with a very spectacular sham battle, and we had no reason to complain of our giving ourselves such trouble, and going so far; to see the colonies sogers …
… During this, my last residence in Victoria, we enjoyed many pleasant excursions to the different settlements and places surrounding the city. The suburban R-ways which had been recently constructed, placing numerous points of interest, now within easy reach — and crossing over to the south side of the Yara at numerous desirable spots, where no bridges exist, was made possible by the establishment of punts or small boats, to take passengers across at these places.
The continuation of Flinders St which borders on the river, ends, in what is called the Richmond Road, going east — and this road makes a very pleasant morning walk — and Melbourne, I may here say, has one peculiarity of climate that somewhat corresponds with San-Francisco in that the early mornings are mostly, during the summer, the only enjoyable part of the day — for in the most part, the hot wind blows at Melbourne, as does the chilly, foggy wind at San Francisco — making each of these places dusty and unpleasant in the afternoons. At the point of commencement of the Richmond Road, going east, we can see the Houses of Parliament just a couple of blocks on the left, while to the right, and within the limits of Richmond Park, we can see the Melbourne Cricket Ground, and directly beyond, and across the Yarra, is the beautiful Botanical Gardens — and then, as we continue on, going, east, over a gradually raising roadway; with Fitzroy Gardens bordering one, and Richmond Park the other side of our road; we, after a stretch of near a half a mile, pass by the Bishop Palace at the south east corner of the gardens and the road — and a short distance further on, we gain the top of the Richmond Hill, and the end of the road at the same time.
Here, we are at the extreme s-eastern corner of the old city limits; and at this point we find a road running at right angles to the southward, toward a favourite resort of the oldtime residents, called Cremorne Gardens. This road ends where it reaches the river, about a mile away. Across the river to the south and east lies the one only Insane Asylum of the Colony; called Yara-Bend;
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and near by it, the pretty villages of Kew and Hawthorn; whilst directly in front of us, to the right and left, are the suburbs of Richmond, and Collingwood; and farther over, directly east, Preston. To the N-east, Pentrige, and to the N
th, Carlton. While far beyond, the view reaches its limit at the dark wooded hills of the Dandenong mountains, running N and south in that section of the Colony, called Gipps-Land …
… My business during this my last residence in the colony, led me into making many excursions to up-country towns, and old mining camps. In this way, I visited many of the old familiar camps, and also, as well, many others. But now, the dizzy whirl and excitement of flush times was all past. And the drowsy stillness of some tropical calm seemed to pervade the old camping grounds, erstwhile so sounding with busy life; and the wild riot of the successful miner. That fierce storm of destroying gold seekers, whose presence here in the past, made such havock of many a beautiful silvan glade; had swept on to other and newer fields; so, leaving these once so beautiful spots to regain their primitive charm, and cover over those ugly scars, made in wresting the coveted treasure from their beautiful valleys, and charming slopes …