A clew seems at last to have been found which will apparently lead to something more definite in regard to the fate of the long lost Dr. Leieh-ardt, who disappeared in the inhospitable wilds of Australia sometime in 1848. Herewith I forward "the statement telegraphed from Sidney, N. S. W.," as the newspapers have it.

"The statement is telegraphed from Sidney that the remains of Leichardt, the Australian explorer, have been discovered, together with his diary and other relics. Leichardt was an able young German botanist, who set out to explore the then least known part of Australia, some twenty years ago. He disappeard, and though expedition after expedition was sent in search of him and his companions, no traces whatever were found of the party. Rumors came in from time to time that he was detained among the' blacks or that he had been cut off by them, hut nothing was definitely known as to his fate.

Now it would seem that his trail has been hit upon by accident, and the full story, if it has really been made out, will be awaited with anxiety"

Poor Leichardt, who in attempting to solve the geographical problem of Australia, started from the Fitzsroy Downs, Queensland, in 1847, with the view of penetrating the dense scrub, and pushing through the terra incognita, succeeded in making his way to the Cougoon, from whence his last dispatch was dated, April 3d, 1848. What subsequently befell the unfortunate explorer after then, has remained a mystery, until his bleaching bones were recently discovered.

Dr. Leichardt in his day, was well and widely known as an eminent botanist, and intrepid explorer, and most good gardeners who have observing eyes, have seen some of his contributions to the conservatory.

When the writer was a denizen of that distant land, the name of the hapless adventurer was cherished as a household word, and was ever kindly remembered, and reverentially spoken of by all the good folk, who looked upon his loss as irreparable. Endowed as he was with every noble attribute which makes a man; so generous, useful, wise and good, his untimely taking off left a sad void in the hearts of his many friends, most difficult to fill. Hopeful, persevering, industrious, intelligent, and enthusiastic, the brave young savant fell a martyr to science, in the early morning of life; ere the sun of his existence had reached the meridian, it was eclipsed forever.

Fuller details of his melancholy fate will be anxiouslv looked for, as the present account is too meagre to be satisfactory.