In nothing is the energy and enterprise of the Melbourne people more
conspicuous than in their public works. Lately, indeed, either money
has not been so plentiful or else the desire of building has been
less ardent, for many buildings have been left unfinished and in
very unsightly plight. But the Post-office _is_ finished, and is a
really magnificent building in its way. On the Legislative Council
and Assembly Chambers an incredible amount of pains and money must
have been expended, though perhaps with hardly adequate result.
The architecture of the public buildings generally, if not always
successful or in the best taste, is on the whole at least as good as
in the average of public buildings at home; though it is disappointing
to find that new requirements of climate have failed to inspire any
originality of style or design, such as one sees growing up naturally
and spontaneously in private houses, whether suburban villas or
station-houses in the bush.
But the institutions of the Museum, the Public Library, the
Acclimatisation Gardens, and the Botanical Gardens, are above all cavil
and beyond all praise. The last two in particular, aided as they are
by a favourable climate, promise before many years are over to equal
anything of the kind anywhere. Last and greatest of all is the great
Yan-Yean Reservoir, which from twenty miles off pours its streams into
the baths, fountains, gardens, and dusty streets of the thirsty city.
Every house has its water-meter, and the price is only a shilling for
a thousand gallons. Without this generous supply the suburbs would in
summer be a Sahara, with a few dismal, almost leafless, gum-trees,
instead of being brightened by pleasant gardens, enriched with English
as well as semi-tropical flowers and fruits. The stiff clay, which is a
quagmire in winter, dries up in summer like a sun-baked brick. Garden
lawns are with difficulty kept green by Yan-Yean water turned on, not
at intervals, but continuously through a perforated pipe. Yet the grass
two or three feet off is quite dry. The water escapes through the first
crack and is gone.
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