rris, first mayor of Victoria.
John Copeland, James M. Reid, Richard Lewis, William M. Searby,
Michael Stronach and Nathaniel M. Hicks, first councillors
of Victoria.
Algernon Austen, Town Clerk. J. C. Colquhoun, City Inspector.

Educational.

Henry Claypole, Master at Craigflower.
William H. Burr (my old master), Master at Victoria.
Cornelius Bryant, Master at Nanaimo. Salary 150 pounds and fees.

Police Department.

A. F. Pemberton, Commissioner.
Horace Smith, Superintendent.
Preston Bennett, Storekeeper and Clerk.
George Blake, Sergeant Police, with eleven constables, including
Francis Page.
Steph. Redgrave, Cook and Steward.
George Newcombe, Jailer.
D. B. Reid, Assistant Jailer.
Edward Truran, Superintendent of Convicts.

[Illustration: Group of early legislators.]

It was customary for the "chain gang" to emerge every morning from a
side gate of the jail yard on Bastion Street and march to Government
Street to the music of their chains, with two guards in the rear with
loaded shotguns. The gang often contained seamen from the ships at
Esquimalt who were serving sentences, usually for desertion. This in
course of time caused such indignation that the practice of putting
men-of-warsmen in the chain gang was discontinued. The gang worked on
the streets, on the Government ground and at other Government work.
The uniform consisted of moleskin trousers with V.P., a checked
cotton shirt and a blue cloth cap. It was thought a wrong to put a
Jack Tar with malefactors of all grades, such as Indian murderers,
thieves and whiskey sellers to Indians. It was the custom when a fire
of any dimensions took place to telephone or send word to Esquimalt,
and squads of Jacks were soon on the way to town, running all the
way. After working maybe all night in saving property they would walk
back to their ship, tired out and wet through, and all for nothing in
the way of recompense. All the time they were at work they sang and
joked as they do now. Is it any wonder that we have a soft place in
our hearts for Jack? I know I shall not forget them and the days that
have gone by, and I think we all shall regret the late change that
takes him away, and his merry laugh and joke are things of the past.

To return to the directory. Of those remaining whose names are
recorded, there are, alas! only sixty-two to-day with us. I have been
carefully over the list from A to Z and sixty-two is the numbe