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ROSE LORRAINE BENNETT

SEE ALSO HENRY KENDALL THE MAN AND THE MYTHS BY MICHAEL ACKLAND.

 

 

JOHN HENNIKER HEATON who married ROSE LORRAINE BENNETT in 1873 and went on to bring the penny stamp into service.

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FIRST LETTER WITH PENNY STAMP TO AUSTRALIA

IMAGES FROM THE LETTERS OF JOHN HENNIKER HEATON ON INTERNET ARCHIVE

http://www.archive.org/stream/lifelettersofsir00portiala

Dedicated to the dear mother who was ROSE LORRAINE, Henry’s “first love”.

rose lorraine POEM : HENRY KENDALL by his Mother.

Then came to his heart a great first love

Which could never be conquered by time;

Hence his muse was oft draped in sadness,

And she wore it oft times in his rhyme.

A first disappointment is bitter,

And may bring in its turn many woes;

Though it seems but a trifling matter

To be baulked in just plucking a rose.

But pride with its wing covered over

The vulture that tore at his breast,

None knew what it was but the writer;

It was a sealed book to the rest.

Kiama Independent, Oct 16, 1883

Rose “Lorraine”

By Henry Kendall

4/18/1839-8/1/1882


Sweet water-moons, blown into lights
         Of flying gold on pool and creek,
And many sounds and many sights
         Of younger days are back this week.
I cannot say I sought to face
         Or greatly cared to cross again
The subtle spirit of the place
         Whose life is mixed with Rose Lorraine.
What though her voice rings clearly through
         A nightly dream I gladly keep,
No wish have I to start anew
         Heart fountains that have ceased to leap.
Here, face to face with different days,
         And later things that plead for love,
It would be worse than wrong to raise
         A phantom far too vain to move.
But, Rose Lorraine — ah! Rose Lorraine,
         I’ll whisper now, where no one hears —
If you should chance to meet again
         The man you kissed in soft, dead years,
Just say for once “He suffered much,”
         And add to this “His fate was worst
Because of me, my voice, my touch” —
         There is no passion like the first!
If I that breathe your slow sweet name,
         As one breathes low notes on a flute,
Have vext your peace with word of blame,
         The phrase is dead — the lips are mute.
Yet when I turn towards the wall,
         In stormy nights, in times of rain,
I often wish you could recall
         Your tender speeches, Rose Lorraine.
Because, you see, I thought them true,
         And did not count you self-deceived,
And gave myself in all to you,
         And looked on Love as Life achieved.
Then came the bitter, sudden change,
         The fastened lips, the dumb despair:
The first few weeks were very strange,
         And long, and sad, and hard to bear.
No woman lives with power to burst
         My passion’s bonds, and set me free;
For Rose is last where Rose was first,
         And only Rose is fair to me.

 

The faintest memory of her face,
         The wilful face that hurt me so,
Is followed by a fiery trace
         That Rose Lorraine must never know.
I keep a faded ribbon string
         You used to wear about your throat;
And of this pale, this perished thing,
         I think I know the threads by rote.
God help such love! To touch your hand,
         To loiter where your feet might fall,
You marvellous girl, my soul would stand
         The worst of hell — its fires and all!

rose lorraine in later years
ROSE AS LADY HENNIKER HEATON

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The History of Australian Discovery and Colonisation By Samuel Bennett

The History of Australian Discovery and Colonisation

By Samuel Bennett

it is probable that accounts of the
existence of the great unknown country beyond them
reached the Western world, and were handed down from age
to age as part of the traditionary knowledge of mankind.
It is impossible to fix the date at which this knowledge
found its way to Europe ; but there are good reasons for
believing that the northern coasts of the continent of
Australia were not wholly unknown to Strabo and other
ancient geographers previous to the Christian era*
Strabo (R.C. 50,) mentions a great island which lay about
twenty days’ sail south-east from India, and which stretched
far towards the west. Pomponius Mela also mentions a
Great South Land, but is uncertain whether it is an island
or the beginning of another continent. Pliny (A.D. 77,)
refers to a great island to the south of the equator, the central
parts of which were said to be occupied by an inland sea.
Ptolemy, (A.D. 150,) after describing the Malay Peninsula
under the name of the Golden Chersonesus, states that
beyond it to the south-east lay a great bay. At the utmost
extremity of this bay, in latitude eight and a half degrees
south, he places Catigara, the most remote place to which the
navigators of his time had penetrated. From this bay he says
the land turned to the west, and stretched in that direction to
an unknown distance. The latitude given by Ptolemy
would indicate a position in the bay, or apparent bay, formed
by the south-western shores of New Guinea and the
northernmost parts of Australia. The narrow channel
dividing the two countries — discovered by Torres, a Spanish
navigator, so recently as the early part of the seventeenth
century — was of course unknown in the time of Ptolemy,
and consequently that portion of the Indian Ocean would
appear to the navigators of his age to be a very deep and
extensive bay. From this great bay Ptolemy states that the
coast stretched to the west until, as he believed, it reached
the eastern extremity of Africa.
This error did not originate with Ptolemy, although the almost
universal reception for many ages of his system of geography
greatly contributed to maintain and spread it. Hipparchus,
who may be considered as his teacher and guide, had taught
that the earth was not surrounded by the ocean, but that the
sea was separated by isthmuses, which divided it into several
large basins. Ptolemy, having adopted this opinion, was the
more readily led to the belief that the great unknown country

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