|Newspaper Title||The Newcastle Chronicle and Hunter River District News (NSW : 1859 - 1866)|
|Trove Title||Civilisation; or, Dark Scenes in Australia. A Tale Founded on Fact|
CIVILISATION ; OU, DARK SCENES IN AUSTRALIA.
A TALE FOUNDED ON FACT.
Br Ettibnke— Author of ' Unit;;h Yarns from the Bush,' 'Colunial Sketches,' '.Life at the South,'
Chapter IV. A FINE LADY AND II KR DAUGHTER Hf»K-|? 'I1 MR HI. A PPKAMANCE.
My mother, dear ! my mother, dtar! exiled from thee on this dark shore, . Mine eyes oft drop Ihc scalding tear to think that we may meet no more. 'Tis RW«et to take Ihc works of Hvron, Of Shelly, Thompson, or Tom Moore, Of n«rmiliHll who call never tire one
To read his fiery sluuzas o'er ; Their lines have cut me to the core, Whilst others, stern, dead as Borne jrave, Seem drawn from history's sainted lore i I love to read such near the sea, Alone, 'mong ita wild scenery. Unpublished, M. S. Turn we now from Northern Australia and barbarism to conduct our readers to the more refined scenes of civilised life. It was
a nne uav nx me eim w uiiuiuiu, j»=u 'un- pleasant 'kind of weather which intervenes between summer and winter, neither too hot or too cold, a sort of balmy elysium, in which one may sit out of door unannoyed by tho eternal buzzing of the mosquitoes or tho sting of flies, who appear to tnke de light in making a sort of home iu one's eyes, causing them to swell out of all bounds, rendering us unrecognisable by our ac quaintances and friends, and fit for nothing but to bo waited on till the swelling has gone down, when we pitch ointments, lo tions, pills, and potions, to some spot from which we are certain they will nevar be brought back again. Well, reader, it was just one of these kind of days when, be
neath the verandah of a small villa resi dence, approximate to the capital city of the sunny south, two ladies wero observed sitting engaged in conversation, ' though from the book lying on a small table near it was apparent the younger hud boen read ing to the elder, whose advanced age and striking likeness gave proofs of her maternal relationship. Let us approach, reader, and listen to their conversation — ' Beally, mamma,' said the younger fe male, ' it does seem strange we get so few letters from Charles and his brother ; once, you know, when they were at Liverpool Plains, they used to write such kind and affectionate' letters ; Clara came over often and showed me hers, but now, you know, we're married.' 'Mary my love,' replied her mother, ' it's etiquette prevents him.'' ' Etiquette, ma ! In, mercy, how strange, I never had any idea there was anything of tho kind in the bush. Charles always told me the bush wns a rough place, but, not withstanding this, he wanted mo and Clara to go up and keep house; but, you know, ma, I enn't think of going till after I'm— after I'm — you know, mama, 1 mean that about Mrs. Scrodging.' ' La, yes, child, of course I do,' said her parent, ' of course, that must take place first; Mrs. Scrotlging hn.B been recommended to me as a good monthly nurse, ami 1 have always found her n real comfortable old soul, just like a
raotner witn nor patients, oniy sne lines a drop of drink. Well, porter is recommen ded by physicians for invalids, nnd she takes that before dinner, and bur drop of ale after, and wine when sho can get it ; but, then, I never saw her tipsey, nor smelt anything of the kind on her only peppermint ; besides, poor woman, sitting up so many hours, she needs it; it's human nature, I'am sure, and a sort of follow- feeling makes me sym pathise with her. Yes, we must have Mrs. Scrodging, and then, when it's all over, you can go to Charles; but mind, you are not to go all of an instaut, just after he sends for you, but wait till he is iu tho hu mour to minister to ull your desires. You know, my love,, how niuch I have petted you from a child ; for since your dear, fa ther's death I had none else to think of; and it is a task, too, to have brought up a daughter and then to give her to a husband who takes her away from her old mother's fireside, from her hearth und home, to a plaoe where I shall see her no more; Ohi my, what shall I do when you are gone ? true it is, I've got a small income through my donr man's death, and I shall hove a servant, ; but, then, Juno is not like you, and I can't open my mind to a servant. Now, let me give you some advices. Always
remember a mother s advice, my dear, es pecially when it has anything to do with huslmnds. AVhat does your church cate chism sny but ' obey your parents ?' Well, I am your parent now child, and I say, got all you can for .yourself; what arc husbands but money-making slaves, the convenient ohonnel by which we purchase our require raenis. Now, before your go tho north, be stiro you got all you require; if you don't, sulk, pout, nud .'-hut yourself up for an hour, and when you oome in tonrf tD your husband's side you're sure to succeed. Dignity must bo presorvod — I mean family dignity. Ynuranoestors had thoriohestblooll of their limej our grandfather's mother's groat-grandmother had tho papers to prove she was descended from William the Con quorer, just after ho landed in England nt tho head of tho llomnns. Think of thnt, ohild, nnd maintain your dignity. There nro many things you will require in tho bush, ono of which is a enrringo and foot mon ; also, a butler nnd pago. Those will require livery , I always think n tiger in livory sets o(F nn establishment. Vulgar people dispense with thorn, but our honour able namo (U'manda it. La 1 1 quite envy
you tho delightful drives in tho interior, for I'vo hoard thoro is a (lusort thore, and thnt must.indcod, bo a ouriosity, something tho same us the Dosort of A ruby, whore trnvol lera go for pionio pnnios. That's just, the way my poor dear William used to do overv Ohrislmns, going to Uotnny or tho Heads with our kuttlo nnd oups nnd suuoors, it usod to be so nioo. Ah, they wero happy days. Think of those things, ohild, and mind your dignity.' 'I! will; mamma,' answered Mnry, with'au itir of ouo who meant what
she said. A week after this conversation took place Mrs. Scroilgings took up her quarters at ' Rose Callage' as monthly nurse. Six winks glided by ; and oh ! what a fine chiid ho 'was.- Poor mamma, she had the fidgt-is nil timt while. Six long weeks of ordials tinu Godfrey's mixture of pap and violet powder nil jumbled together far the uso of themteresting stranger, whose advent had been the theme of so much in
teresting conversation. Ardently had the old lady wished it all over ; and over it wns at last; nnd then there wus squalling nnd bawling from morning till night, and such fuss with doctor and 'dear old nuss,' who declared Mrs. Wilson wnnted wine, and ac tually longed for it. when there was none, for all that had been purchased, beyond a doubt, bad found its way to her Iodging3 ; not that I wish to insinuate Mrs. Scrvdg ings was it thief; God forbid ! but, still, thnt wine did disappear in u most unaccountable manner. At length the invalid got up, and then, ntiin early opportunity, wrote to her husband, stating her intention of joining him ns spoedily ns possible. There was much selfishness in her compound, nil of iinh mnv Un tntntiii tn r.liA lf^acrma Ipiimfid
in youth from her mother; not but what Mrs. Wilson possessed good natural abili ties and charms sufficient to make horself agreeable to any man of sense ; but with this there wns a lack of thnt true germ of affection- which alone makes up the sum of happiness iu wedded life. Let us glance on another scene, and look at the home of Ed ward's wife. Not far from the villa resi dence above referred to stood her humble cottage. There was a neat garden before the door, and the vine luxuriated in tasteful negligence around its portal ; an air of neat ness blending with comfort appeared to sur round the whole, and gave evidence of its being a home of happiness ; that is, if these common place things can create happiness. Within, the well swept room and tidy hearth, with the fire blazing in the grate, sofas, chairs, and tables, with a few pictures, comnleted tlio cntnlofftie of its treasures.
Yet, it onco possessed more than this ; but the casket had yielded its most sainted prize to the grave ; this was no less than the aunt of its occupant. Clara Evelyn was an orphan, left early to the guardianship ol this lady. She had boen ailing for some time, inasmuch that her medical attendant had advised a sea voyage. She. therefore, sold off her few possessions, aud, with her niece, oarne to the colonies. Shortly after her arrival in Sydney Clara met with several admirers,- oaong whom, was Mr. Edward Wilson, and finding his tastes congenial to her own, she,, with the consent of her aged relative, became' his bride. Shortly after her husband's departure for the north: the aged female was completely bedridden, and eventually breathed her last, to the great sorrow 'of her affectionate niece., There was a funeral worthy of tho obsoquies of the deceased und of its chief mourner. And now Clara felt alone in a cottage, and longed for arrival of the hour which should see her depart to her husband. Shortly after this
sue guvp un in u) n oniiu, u uimy wcuiviy thing, which, though a constant source of trouble, Was also a source of comfort to the afflicted one, for all her future happiness, seemed ceUered in her child and husband, llim she desired to join as speedily as pos sible ; and us a' reward for her long waiting nnd patieuceat lust a letter from him reuched her hands. Mrs. Charles Wilson, who had hitherto held aloof from the humble cotta ger, actuated no duubt by .motives of pride, now visited one whom she heard was to be her fellow passenger nnd fellow residont at the far north. A mutual feeling of sym pathy appeared to spring up between them. So all things being prepared they set out, having taken their passage on bourd a brig sailed tho 'Sea Belle;' this vessel being at that period engaged on the northern coast as a regular trader between Sydney and Gledstone; Bidding adieu to dear mamma nnd good old Mrs. Scrodgings. the two fe males took their departure. They left the Heads with a Me breeze, all sail set, and bore gaily on their course for tho port, of their destination. But we must not be too premature in our statements. The elder Mrs. Wilson was left bjhind, but both hor self and Mrs. S. (the nurse) were to follow by next vessel. The Sen Belle went to sen; and those on board felt happy in find ing they hud succeeded in obtaining their passage on board so staunch a vessel Night oast its shndos o'er the world of waters, and the moon looked down in brightness nnd shed its peaceful rays nronnd them. Afany honrts woro there whose feel ings of hope for the future made all npp.eqy culm and sormie. So they slept, and gentle gales came o'er tho wave and bore them rapidly onward.
TiunuTR of URSPECT , to .( Captain M'Gowan, op Tim CossieonE.— The- rea ders of the daily Press must have observed the name of tlio gallant captain as associated recently with religious and other movements iu Sydney, having for thoir object the nnie liorntionfrniliius of human nature. Captain M'Gowan been prominent in the diffusion of teetotal principles, and the spreading of tern pernncc amongst the working classes. Al though nil might not altogether agree with Captain M'Gowan, everyone must admire his zcnl and the philnhnpy he has manifested in his endenvours to nlleviato the wants of tho afflicted, much of his exertions havo
been crowded witu success. Uaptnin M'Gowan arrived in Sydney just at the time when tho Union wns being formed of tho various teetotal societies, ami has done muoh gopd-H-i comenting that Union nnd causing many to enlist under its banners, upwards of one thousand having taken tho pledge on board his vessel, whom he had frequent prayer meetings. On Thursday tho Coasiporo sailed for Calcutta when the different teetotal societies in Sydney chnr tcrod the tllulong nnd Brqadnlbnno stonmcrs to escort Captain M'Gowan and his gallant teetotal crew to the Heads. — Empire.