Illustrated Sydney News (NSW : 1853 – 1872), Friday 16 June 1865
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BACK ON THE BEEJAPORE 1853
FROM TWAS HARD TO DIE FRAE HAME
‘IT WAS HARD TO
DIE FRAE HAME’:
DEATH, GRIEF AND MOURNING AMONG SCOTTISH MIGRANTS TO NEW ZEALAND,
1840 -1890.
By
Debra Powell
A Thesis
Submitted to the University of Waikato
in fulfilment of the
requirements for the degree of
Master of Arts
in History
2007
Infectious diseases, chronic illness, accidents at sea, dysentery and diarrhoea, and the debilitating effects of constant seasickness on pregnant women and breast-feeding mothers, all took a toll on passenger numbers. Migrants were not unaware of the risks involved. The loss of babies and infants was considered an inevitable consequence of long seaboard journeys. William Usherwood on board the Beejapore to Sydney in 1853 expressed a common sentiment when he wrote: ‘The … adults are all in good health, we have lost several children but this was quite expected, being always the case’.
Outbreaks of typhoid and scarlet fever occurred aboard the clipper ship Collingwood on its journey to New Zealand in 1875. Passenger Thomas Heath wrote about the experience in verse, describing just such a situation which took place after the death of a child travelling in the cabin class:
Again death has been here today about noon,
And took the one child from out the saloon.
Amongst the passengers there he was a great pet,
And those passengers have not got over it yet.
His mother had horror of canvas for a shroud
And wanted her boy to be sent away proud
In a coffin that the carpenter would be asked now to make
So a watery grave would not be his lot, for her own sake.
It would be watertight so the coffin would float.
“Yes,” said she, ‘and then it could be picked up by a boat,
Who would take him to land and bury him there.”
And so put an end to her terrible scare.
So the Captain gave orders to the carpenter brave
To make up a coffin and these were the orders he carefully gave,
The coffin to be made and with sailcloth be covered,
The bottom as well as the rest, lest it be discovered
That holes had been bored in the bottom therein
To let in the water, and that was no sin.
At sunset it was launched well on the wave,
And it floated and comfort to the mother it gave,
When the water got in sometime in the night,
It sank to the bottom and was soon lost to sight.
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PORTSMOUTH POINT
PORTMSOUTH POINT.
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GRAPHIC FROM THE REPUBLIC OF PEMBERLEY : SOME JANE AUSTEN ADDICTS:
WE HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS SITE
NOT AUSTRALIAN BUT 19TH CENTURY INDEED.
LETTERS IN SAND
A NEW SITE FOR THE things I find which don’t fit into MELINDA KENDALL or LYNNE BELL SANDERS.
Douglas Adam’s short history of Australia
“Some time around 40,000 years ago, some people arrived in boats from the north. They ate all the available food, and a lot of them died. The ones that survived learned respect for the balance of nature, man’s proper place in the scheme of things, and spiders. They settled in, and spent a lot of the intervening time making up strange stories.
Then, around 200 years ago, Europeans arrived in boats from the north. More accurately, European convicts were sent, with a few deranged and stupid people in charge. They tried to plant their crops in Autumn (failing to take account of the reversal of the seasons when moving from the top half of the planet to the bottom), ate all their food, and a lot of them died.
About then the sheep arrived, and have been treasured ever since. It is interesting to note here that the Europeans always consider themselves vastly superior to any other race they encounter, since they can lie, cheat, steal, and litigate (marks of a civilised culture they say) – whereas all the Aboriginals can do is happily survive being left in the middle of a vast red-hot desert, equipped with a stick.
Eventually, the new lot of people stopped being Europeans on Extended Holiday and became Australians. The changes are subtle, but deep, caused by the mind-stretching expanses of nothingness and eerie quiet, where a person can sit perfectly still and look deep inside themselves to the core of their essence, their reasons for being, and the necessity of checking inside your boots every morning for fatal surprises. They also picked up the most finely tuned sense of irony in the world, and the Aboriginal gift for making up stories. Be warned.”– Extract from ‘The confusing country’ by Douglas Adams
WE CAME ON ONE WAY TICKETS – ASSISTED BUT UNINVITED. ASSISTED TO LEAVE FROM ONE END AND UNINVITED BY THE OTHER. THE ELECTRONIC QUILL BRINGS YOU TALES OF TIMES BARELY UNDERSTOOD AND DEEPLY ESSENTIAL IN LETTERS IN SAND. DIP IN YOUR QUILL AND CHOOSE YOUR INK. THESE ARE OUR STORIES. THE CONVICT AND THE EMIGRANT AND, ON OCCASION , WE HEAR FROM THAT ALIEN FIGURE – THE ONE WHO CAME FREELY.
THIS IS HOW WE CAME. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED. THIS IS WHAT WE ARE LIKE NOW.
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REVIEWS OF TOMPSON’S POETRY 1826
PALMER STREET WOOLLOOMOOLOO
WE are now in receipt of some very interesting documents from a time when Melinda was residing in PALMER STREET. 1868 it was.
HERE WE HAVE HER SIGNATURE ON DOCUMENTS WHICH WE WILL REVEAL AT A LATER DATE.
FOR THE MOMENT – LETS LOOK AT PALMER STREET .
1853 IN PALMER STREET http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article665136 |
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| 1854 IN PALMER STREET
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article695817 The Maitland Mercury… Wednesday 13 December 1854 Supplement |
A SERIOUS ACCIDENT OCCURRED WHEN A BRICKLAYER ON A HOUSE BEING BUILT BY ROGER MURPHY IN PALMER STREET, WAS PRECIPITATED TO THE GROUND WHEN SCAFFOLDING COLLAPSED. HE WAS REPORTED TO BE IN A VERY DANGEROUS STATE. |
| 1854. HOW TO ENSURE THAT THERE IS WATER FOR EVERYBODY. |
HEREIN A PRIVATE LETTER IS PUBLISHED. FROM 33 PALMER STREET – MR PORTUS HAS STUDIED THE WATER PROBLEM AND HAS COME TO A VARIETY OF SOLUTIONS AND WISE USES OF WATER. HE MAKES USE OF IRON SHIP TANKS IN THE COLLECTING OF RAIN WATER. |
| 1855 . NO 96 PALMER STREET .
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article705207 The Maitland Mercury… Wednesday 22 August 1855 Supplement |
AWFULLY SUDDEN DEATH IN PALMER STREET. IT WAS OF A MARRIED FEMALE NAMED MAY ANN MCKENZIE, WIFE OF ONE OF THE NEW POLICE. SHE WISHED TO ACCOMPANY HER HUSBAND WHEN HE WENT OUT AND HE DECLINED. READ THE ARTICLE TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT ! IT WAS AWFULLY SUDDEN. |
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THE FOUNDERING OF THE KETCH VICTORY |
MT JAMES HOGG , LIMEBURNER, OF PALMER STREET WOOLLOOMOOLLOO , OWNED A KETCH CALLED THE VICTORY. IN JUNE 1866 IT FOUNDERED OFF THE HEADS BRINGING A CARGO OF SHELLS BACK FROM BROEKN BAY. ONE OF THE CREW WAS FOUND DEAD IN THE DINGHY. A NAMELESS DUTCHMAN SO HE WAS. |
MURDER AND MAYHEM
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A MISCELLANY OF MURDER AND MAYHEM IN THE 19TH CENTURY IN THE COLONY |
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| 1803 | http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article625757 |
most barbarous and dreadful MURDER |
| 1804 | http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article626080 | ATTEMPTED MURDER BY A VILLAIN |
BASIL KENDALL’S COURT CASE
FROM CATHY AT UQ , WE have the information below regarding Basil and his Crime.
OLD BRITISH NEWSPAPERS 19TH CENTURY
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SOCIETY OF AUSTRALIAN GENEALOGISTS HAS PROVIDED AN OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE A LOOK AT GALE CENGAGE LEARNING’S OLD UK NEWSPAPER FILES AND I AM TAKING THAT OPPORTUNITY. |
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OLD CATHOLIC CEMETERY WOLLONGONG
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FROM WAYNE HILL ON INTERNMENT.NET
Old Wollongong Catholic Cemetery
Wollongong, South Coast & Illawarra Region, New South Wales, Australia
Crown Street East, Wollongong, NSW
Contributed by Wayne Hill, Jun 15, 2005 . Total records = 172.
PETER KNOX AT THE REMEMBRANCE WALL IN WHICH ARE EMBEDDED HEADSTONES DISCOVERED WHEN THEY WERE DIGGING FOR EXTENSIONS TO ENTERTAINMENT CENTRE RESTAURANT. PETER AKA IZZY HAS INCLUDED IN HIS ANTHOLOGY , ” EARLY ILLAWARRA POETRY – A SELECTION ” A POEM WHICH REFERS TO THE ORGINAL CEMETERY.
THE GRAVEYARD ON THE BEACH AT WOLLONGONG.
Right away over the mountain !
Right away into the vale !
Where brooklet and streamlet and fountain
Unite o’er the Dead in a wail.
The Dead ! Why, where are they sleeping ?
Close by a fountain, you say.
Where the willows are bending and weeping
O’er Man’s ever-perishing clay.
No. Out on the desolate shore.
Down in a bend by the sea,
Where the waves in monotony roar,
And the seagulls are hateful to me.
In the shifting and mystical sand,
Where footsteps of man seldom tread,
Sleep the first pioneers of the Land,
Forgotten , because they are Dead.
Headstones uprooted and prone.
Coffins exposed to the light.
Neglected,forsaken,forlorn.
A fearful and wonderful sight.
And so, in the heat of the vale,
No wonder the waters are stirred,
Lamenting in unison vain.
The Dead on the beach disinterred.
CHMD
Illawarra Mercury June 17th, 1879
This poem was already bemoaning the loss of and disrespect towards this CEMETERY ON THE BEACH back in 1879. It took the 20th century to build an Entertainment Centre on top of it. The poem is contained in the anthology edited by PETER KNOX and available by contacting him on 0414 627 125 or pbk918@mac.com
MELINDA KENDALL : HER LIFE AND WRITINGS 