“All great men have carved their names in the north…. Welcome to the great north.” So ran part of the kindly note of welcome which we found pushed under the door of our new abode, at the end of our long, dusty trail from the south. If taken seriously, the statement might reasonably be challenged by our southern compatriots, but only those who are definitely inferior are resentful of an assumption of superiority on the part of another, and the south can afford to smile. Her soils, too, bear the eternal imprint of men and women whose names shall be immortal in the annals of the land, and secure in that knowledge, she accepts, philosophically, such a statement as introduces this article, bracketing it with such others as “the winterless north” and “the Queen City” as the harmless conceit of a people naturally proud of their native soil. And the north has produced some great men, enoughto exucse, if not to justify, the boast of our proud northerner, for this is the country that bred those brave old warriors, Hone Heke, Hongi Hika and Tamati Waka Nene, the last named having, in addition to his native daring, the qualities of honour, gentleness and justice which go to make the truly great. This is the province that moulded also, and with stern shaping, such men as Samuel Marsden and that other great Samuel—Leigh—and their worthy lieutenants, King, Hall and Williams, men whose names glow with ever more brilliant lustre as their lives of sacrifice, devotion and privation are more thoroughly appreciated.