MY LIFE

AND LAYS.

BY ANDREW KINROSS.

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MY LIFE AND LAYS

BY

ANDREW KINROSS.

Invercargill: Printed by John Ward Co., Esk Street. mdcccxcix. v B ‘■2. 529 - JN'o % V3 76 .; CONTENTS. My Life - - - - - . 11-62 LaysPatriotism of the South— - - - - - 63 TheOn SailingShipwreck for India ...... 6463 ComposedOde to my when Brothers on the on Lookout my Going to Sea 6665 ComposedOde to my whenBrother Leaving for- Australia,- 1848 - - 6766 OdeAustralian to My SweetheartSquatter’s Song ------6968 PrayerOde to My------Bride - 7069 Ode to SouthlandMy Wife -----. . . . . 7271 AOde Southland to New ZealandMember’s ----- Farewell 7372 AOde Southland to an absent Farmer’s Wife Lay------7574 AMan’s Freeman’s Origin Layand Destination. . - . . 75 Ode to Woman - - - - - 7776 TheNew OldZealand Land War and theSong New - . - . - . - . 7978 On Generalthe Return Gordon of the Troops from the Soudan 79 A New Year’s Lay, 1886 - 80 RichA True and Colonist Poor ------81 The Dying Soldier - /\ - 82 AThe Love Noblest Song Ajfai - 14/iiya_,- . - - . 83 Man was not made to Mourn 8584 PorridgeOn the Unveiling for Ever of Burns’- Statue in- Dunedin- . 85 A Poet’s Proposal to a Prosaic Girl 86 PatriotismCastles in the Air - - . . . 87 The Farmer’s Lament 8988 SweetOde to HomeMy Wife - - - - - . - - - 90 The Water of Life ^ - - - 9190 TheUnsectarian Coming ReligionLine- - - - . . 91 Ode to Bracken - - . . 9293 CONTENTS. Lays of the South (continued)— PAGE93 ComingTo Bracken Home ------94 Death of Love 95 NewOde toZealand a Lady AnthemFriend ------96 The Wisest Plan 97 Philosophic Love - - - - 98 Canny Love - - - - - 99 MyTrue Own Love True Love- - - - - 100 Ode to Annie - - - - - 100101 FarewellA Farmer’s to Offerthe Lindhurst ... Road Board - - 102 A Democrat’s Lay ----- 103,02 SuccessA Poet toto HisNew Love Australians 103 A Dying Poet to His Love 104 PoemWelcome for toAnnual a Spinster’s Gathering Ball of Southland Celtic Society - 105 To Jessie ------106 Past,The Best Present, Federation and Future 107 Southland Pioneers’ Song 108109 MyFarewell Lost Love- - - - no GodPoem Save for Highlandthe People Society of Southland in The American Carriage Factory' Business 112 The RoseBride’s of THllburnRequest Yale- - - - 113 Poem26, 1898read before- Gaelic - Society. of- New Zealand, August 114 PoemSociety for ofSecond Southland Annual Gathering- - of the - Highland- 115 Looking Back - 116115 ShortTo Poems, My Brother Sentiments, on His Jottings,Going to &e.—Sea, 1845 - 117 ToBefore My ProceedingWife, 1853 on an Excursion 117 ToastsTo My Wife on Her Return from Dunedin 119117 AWritten Country on Lassa New Year’s----- Card sent to a Lady 120119 Composed at LakeGreenvale Wakatipu Station 120 ToComposed a Young for Lady a Friend Friend on the Death of a Relative - 121120 FarewellTo a Poetess - - - - 122121 LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS.

We may wish, we may strive, what our future shall be, But our hopes and our fortunes may never agree. When I read the works of an author with whose sentiments I agree, or whose talents I admire, I feel that I would like to make his, or her, further acquaintance. It is likely that readers of my “Lays” may have the same feeling, and I commenced writing an autobiography. However, my experience has been so varied, and I have seen so many changes, that, although I kept condensing, to relate all in full I thought would require too much space ; so I decided that in connection with my “ Lays ” for the present I would publish a mere outline. Those who are fortunate generally attribute their success to merit. I have been unfortu- nate, and it seems to me that, although to some extent we are free agents, there is Divinity, Fate, Luck, Chance, or whatever term we use, that influences our lives. I have never been able to follow an occupation that I liked ; I have seldom enjoyed the society I longed for; I have not met with the sympathy and appreciation that I hoped for; and I have not had a regular income sufficient to enable me to gratify my tastes. 1 write rather to increase the number of my friends amongst those who have poetic tastes and generous natures than with a hope of profit. We may often come together, we may often meet and part, Yet may never know what passes within each other’s heart. Only those who have similar tastes can understand each other, and I hope that as my narrative progresses my feelings will be understood by most of my readers. I was born in Glasgow on 19th August, 1829. My father came from beyond Dumblane, and my mother—a M'Donald— from Inverness-shire. I flatter myself that I have inherited the best characteristics of the Lowlander and the Highlander. My LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. father was a grocer, and must have had a good income, as I still remember living in a large stone house, where my two younger brothers and I had every comfort and attention. No doubt this was the happiest period of my life. But my happiness did not last long, for my father died on 10th April,. 1834, at the age of twenty-eight years. My mother was not accustomed to business, but she managed to conduct it on a smaller scale. I was sent to different schools, and always made good progress. Prizes were not given then so freely as now, but at an early age I got a prize for reciting Byron’s “ Isles of Greece.” My mother must have been pleased with my elocution, or seen signs of poetic talent, as I still possess a volume of Shakespeare’s Plays which she pre- sented to me. On 14th January, 1841, my mother died, and our home was broken up. My brother Daniel went to reside with Uncle Angus, who was a grocer and had no family. John stayed with Uncle John, who also was a grocer and had a daughter. As Uncle Alexander had a family of five, I was allotted to him, as, being the oldest, I would soonest be self-supporting. Uncle Alexander had a private school, and, in some respects, I was most fortunate in being taken charge of by him. Unfortunately, our uncles did not interchange visits, though they all resided in Glasgow. On this account my brothers and I did not meet so often as we desired. Our uncles received a fair sum from our mother’s estate, and they need not have been hard on us, but the Scotch system of dealing with young people was cold and stern. My uncle’s school was more of a finishing than a preparatory one, and at first some of the scholars were more advanced than I. However, no one learned so quickly as I did, and I soon took the lead in all branches but arithmetic. I soon saw that my uncle was the best teacher I ever had, and he tried to make his pupils understand the rules and study thoroughness. In company with my cousin Jeanie, who was some months younger than I, and Donald, who was two years younger than Jeanie, I was sent to a first-class dancing school. I would not have gone of my own accord, but I soon became an accomplished dancer, and liked dancing. I was fond of young ladies, but I was bashful, and found it difficult to converse freely. This feeling gradually wore off, and I am not bashful now, and find no trouble in conversing with a young lady with poetic tastes when I am so fortunate as to meet one alone. I still remember with pleasure our final dancing school ball, held in the largest hall in Scotland. There was a numerous orchestra, and numbers of the relatives and friends LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. were present. I danced a single dance ; but I have forgotten all the steps. I took part in dancing hornpipes and other step dances, and I still like dancing a hornpipe. When l was fourteen years of age my uncle told me to apply for a situation as junior clerk in a lawyer’s office. I applied in writing, and obtained the appointment in the office of Messrs. Moody and M'Clure, at a salary of eight pounds a year. I have never had an occupation since that I liked so well; but when I had been a year in the office a printer offered my uncle fifteen pounds a year for my services as bookkeeper, etc. I did not like this employment, and applied for a situation in a manufacturer’s office, and obtained it. The salary was also fifteen pounds a year, and I was employed chiefly in bookkeeping and making out invoices; The residence of Mrs. Davies, my aunt, was more con- venient to the office than my uncle’s house, so I went to reside with her. Fortunately, it took a long time to wind up my mother’s estate, and I got my share of the final payment after I left my uncle’s charge. If 1 had obtained an appointment in an office where there was a likelihood of promotion to a fairly-paid position I would have been satisfied, but it seemed that there was a superabundance of clerks. I thought there might be a better chance of saving money in America; so I resigned my situation with the intention of going there. Probably through having lost my parents I was more thoughtful, self-reliant, and patriotic than most lads. I took a pleasure in reading of those who were chivalrous, and who made sacrifices for their principles. My favourite heroes were Wallace and Hampden, and I resolved to profit by their example so far as circumstances permitted. At an early age I acquired a taste for poetry, and composed short pieces. Although Burns is the favourite poet of Scotland, as his poems relate to country life chiefly, and my experience and tastes were for city life, I was not an ardent admirer of his. As Scott’s prose and poetical writings related mostly to chivalry, heroism, romance, and patriotism, I read his works with pleasure. I was also an admirer of Campbell, and his “ Lochiel and the Wizard ” was my favourite recitation, and I generally took the part of the Wizard. When I thought of going to America I composed: Oh, Canada ! fertile though cold, Fit land for spirits brave and bold ; Land of dark woods and mighty lakes, Where all of majesty partakes. B LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. The course of my life has often b^en altered by slight occurrences, and so I did not carry out my intention of going to America. I was walking along the Broomielaw Quay with an old schoolmate who intended going to sea. We met the first mate of the barque “ Orissa,” which was bound for Calcutta, and he asked my friend if he would go as an apprentice. He replied that he had already engaged to go with another vessel. The mate then asked if I would go, and I said I would. I was introduced to the captain, accompanied him to the Custom House, and signed indentures binding for four years. I bought an outfit, bade my friends good-bye, and went aboard the “Orissa” in the evening. On 16th June, 1847, we were towed down the Clyde, and anchored in Gourock Bay. In my “ Lays” there is a poem I composed—“ On Sailing for India.” The “ Orissa” was only 328 tons, and, usually, the smaller the vessel the harder the life, especially for the lads. I kept a log regu- larly, and have all the details of a sailor’s life, but must omit them. Every night I kept a watch on top of the topgallant fore- castle, and I occupied my time in thinking of friends left behind. In my “ Lays ” there is an “ Ode to My Brothers ” and verses “ Composed When on the Look Out.” Our provisions were very bad, and when we were out two months scurvy broke out. Although I suffered great pain and grew weaker, 1 kept on working till 2nd October. On that date 1 was assisting to furl the mainsail, and I was at the port yardarm. As I was passing the gasket round the sail the vessel plunged, and I fell. For a short time I swung at the end of the gasket—till it broke. If it had broken as 1 swung outwards I would have closed my career in the Southern Ocean ; but it broke as I fell inwards, and as I fell I caught the ratlines above the bulwarks, and the captain helped me on deck. Next day our course was altered to the Mauritius, as the captain saw the crew were too weak to work the barque. Before our arrival there the cook died, and on the 14th seven of my shipmates and I were taken to the hospital near Port Louis. I was in more danger than any of my shipmates, and as my heart was affected 1 had a powerful fly blister placed over it. On the 21st November I sailed for London, in the brig “Isle of Wight,” and three other vessels, all belonging to Messrs. Blyth, sailed on the same day. Although two of our consorts were faster sailers, we reached London first—on the 14th Feb- ruary, 1848. Our captain carried so much sail that our decks were generally under water, and I suffered so much from sea LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. boils that I could not wear shoes. I got back to Glasgow on the 23rd, and one pound was all I got for my eight months at sea. As my brothers did not feel at home with their uncles, they both went to sea. The owner of the “ Orissa ” said he would cancel my indentures if I wished, or I could wait for the return of the “ Orissa.” I was pleased to meet old friends and companions, and as most of my after life has been spent amongst persons with less culture, I often think of the past, and could always say— GiveWhere me ladiesa life inare the charming city, and gay ; WhereAnd lifewe meetpasses with brightly the wise away. and the witty, .Girls are often partial to sailors, and before visiting I got a good cloth suit made with silk facings, buttons, &c. I met several young ladies who were kind and agreeable, and they still retain a place in my heart. SometimesBut still remembrance we meet—we of almostthe past love, will then linger we in aro the forced heart. to part, I read a favourable account of Australia, and it seemed to me there was a better opening there than in Scotland. I mentioned my impressions to a friend who was a clerk in the North British Insurance Company’s office. He told me that Mr Hamilton, the manager, had a son in Victoria, who was a partner in a sheep station, and that Mr. Hamilton, senior, some- times made engagements of persons for the station. 1 accepted George’s offer to introduce me to Mr. Hamilton, and I agreed to serve Messrs. Donald and Hamilton, of Langi Kal-Kal station, for three years at a salary of £18, £20, and £22. When parting with my friends in Scotland I got some presents which I have preserved, and will always value. 1 got several book marks with mottoes sown with beads or in silk, and they were more valued when the young ladies did the work themselves than if they were bought. Lizzie gave me one with the motto “For Auld Lang Syne, and Jeanie one with “Dinna Forget,” and I have not for- gotten them, and never shall. The last night I spent in Scotland I visited my uncle Alexander, my aunt, and cousins. Amongst other friends present was a Miss McAlpine, who gave me a mark with the motto “ The best of friends must part,” which she said she had sat -up late the night before to finish. On leaving my uncle’s I accompanied this young lady to her residence, and as she had been so kind, I could not part with her LIB'E OF ANDREW KINROSS. without showing her I appreciated her kindness, and as we were alone I embraced her, and gave her my last kiss in Scot- land. On May 24, 1848, with a sad heart I left Glasgow for London, via Granton, and I expressed my feelings in a poem— “ Composed when Leaving for Australia.” On the 30th I sailed from London in the barque Berkshire, 582 tons, and landed in Geelong on October 7. Messrs Strachan and Co., who were agents for Messrs Donald and Hamilton, told me that the drays from the station with wool were expected shortly, and I had best go with them. A clerk took me to a comfortable boarding house, and each afternoon I met Susannah, my pretty little English girl, and I composed— IAustralia hope to findFelix a ! homefair andin thee free, ; ThyLand flocks of the and bright herds and shall golden still fleece,increase. Owing to the wet weather the shearing was late, and as 1 was anxious to get to work I proposed walking up to the station, about eighty miles distant. On the 15th I parted from Susannah, got one of her auburn ringlets, and we never met again. Next morn- ing 1 started for the station, and got on all right to Buninyong, fifty miles from Geelong. After that 1 walked on without seeing a man, a hut, or a sheep ; and I passed a night crouched under a log—cold, wet, hungry, weary, and footsore. After my arrival on the station I was employed hut-keeping, shepherding, &c. It was a very fine station, comprising open plains, lightly timbered slopes, and sheltered ranges. There were about 20,000 sheep, which Mr. Donald took charge of, and about 800 head of cattle, which Mr. Hamilton looked after. Most of the men employed on the station were expirees from Van Dieman’s Land, and it was their custom to knock down their cheques periodically, and then return to work contentedly. They suited the squatters, as they were always on the labour market and never wanted land of their own or votes. Wages were for hut-keeping .£20 to £22, shepherding £22 to .£24, bullock-driving, &c., about <£26, with rations. Bations were 101b. flour, 121b. meat, |lb. tea, and 21b sugar; and I have never before or since seen such dirty, wet, black sugar. The only females on the station were Mrs. Boss, the ploughman’s wife, and Mrs. Clark, the overseer’s wife, and as there was not an unmarried girl within miles I was out of tempta- tion. Messrs. Donald and Hamilton were middle-aged bachelors and no doubt they had to rough it when they first took up the LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. station. Before my arrival they had a comfortable home station, good outbuildings, woolshed, sheepwash, &c. Out-station huts contained one apartment, and were built of undressed split slabs, with bark roofs and the earth for a floor. For nearly two years I was employed chiefly shepherding at various outstations. My mates were nearly all smokers, but I never felt the least inclina- tion to use tobacco. Reading matter was scarce, but I occupied my mind building castles, making poetry, &c., and an “ Ode to my Brother ” is in my “ Lays.” I carried a tomahawk and I cut out of hollow trees and logs opossums, native cats, -bandicoots, kangaroo rats, &c. I pegged out the skins, and made rugs, caps, &c., with them. I frequently killed snakes. All those I saw tried to escape. The chief danger was in tramping on them un- awares. I did my own washing, mending, &e., and when my socks wore out I went without socks. In July, 1850, after falling a small tree I let the axe come down on my foot, and I lost more blood than I thought possible. However, after the bleeding ceased I soon got well again. Towards the end of 1850 I removed to the home station, and became overseer, storekeeper, bookkeeper, &c., as Messrs. Donald and Hamilton intended visit- ing Britain to see friends, the Exhibition, &c. The greatest part of my work was done in the saddle. Amongst other duties I rode to Burnbank, nine miles distant, for mails on Wednesday and Saturday evenings, after supper. On February 5, 1851, the mail did not arrive till after midnight, and as I rode back the forest was on fire. On the 6th I was riding all day through fire, smoke, and hot blast, seeing the flocks driven to places of safety; and during the night I assisted in watching flocks, where the yards had been burnt. Our losses were trifling compared to those sustained by some others; but I expect I have not many readers who passed “ Black Thursday ” in the saddle. On the 13th Messrs. Donald and Hamilton started for Britain. They could afford a holiday, and had earned it. Before leaving, Mr. Donald said, “ You are young to have charge of men. Be civil to them, but do not be familiar; and if you study our interests while we are away we will study yours when we come back.” Mr. Clark, the superintendent, had been on the station for many years, and as he took most of the salary for his services, and also his wife’s, in sheep he was prospering. A Mr. Colin Campbell had Buangor Station, about 20 miles from Langi-Kal-Kal, and as he was not up in station management Mr. Clark had a share in Buangor and managed it. A son and daughter of Mr. Clark’s had been at LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. school, but soon after the departure of Messrs. Donald and Hamilton they returned from school. Helen, who was the older of the two, was 16 years of age. She seemed a kind-hearted girl, but was not attractive, and 1 was very careful in my behaviour towards her. Probably she would have got a flock of sheep for a tocher, but I scorned the idea of marrying for money. Experience has shown me that money generally lasts longer than love, and whilst sheep increase love decreases. I had a sitting- room and a bedroom, and had my meals alone, so life was very quiet. One evening a hutkeeper reported that as the shepherd did not return with his flocks, on searching he found him lying dead. The body was brought into the home station and buried on the hillside. NoHe washuman only eye a shepherdsasr him whendied watching he went tothe sleep sheep, ; PutThere the was corpse no one in thewho cold knew ground, him, nothen one let to usfret, forget. In the end of the autumn Miss Haynes came from Euahgor with the intention of proceeding to Geelong by the mail coach. She had her meals with me, and I thought, she might help to make a few evenings pass agreeably. She was a native of Tasmania, was sixteen years of age, and rather over middle height, and also had beautiful wavy brown hair. Fate decided that our acquaintanceship should last longer than I anticipated. Winter set in early, the coach was abandoned, and the mails taken by pack horse. As no opportunity of reaching Geelong occurred she remained at Langi Kal-Kal. I had a great deal of riding during the winter, and when 1 came in cold and weary it was pleasant to be met by a pretty girl who seemed always kind and glad to see me. I thought that marriage would prevent success in life, and had resolved to save something considerable before taking that step. I would have kept my resolve under ordinary circumstances, but meeting my pretty girl every night I may be excused if my heart proved stronger than my head, and I fell in love properly. The rush to Ballarat occurred about the time my engagement expired, in October, 1851. As it was the beginning of shearing, and I had charge of the sheepwash, I waited till the shearing was over before trying my luck at gold digging. Whilst sheepwashing the sheep were first soaked in hot water and were finished by being held under the spouts till thoroughly clean. I have never seen sheep so white before or since that washing. After the shearing was completed, the sheep LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. drafted, and the books made up, on January 5, 1852, 1 left for Fryer’s Creek. Messrs. Donald and Hamilton are the only employers I have worked for in the colonies, and I can con- scientiously say that I served them as faithfully as I have worked for myself. When I arrived on Fryer’s Creek water was scarce and digging rather slack. I joined a Mr Miller’s party, and as he had a team of bullocks he got a share for carting the washdirt to the Loddon. Looking back on the past, I feel sure that if 1 had remained on the station I would have been more comfortable, and would have saved more money than by the coarse I adopted. However, I regret that 1 did not make for Melbourne, where at that time there was a choice of situations. If I had qualified as a lawyer, entered the Civil service, or entered into business, what an infinitely more congenial life I might have led ! Before Mr Miller started storekeeping on Fryer's Creek he was engaged in hawking, and he had some of his bullocks turned out. As the season advanced cartage from Melbourne to the goldfields steadily rose, and Mr Miller proposed to Billy, his driver, and to me that we should drive the teams on shares, and we agreed to his pro- posal. Billy rode over to the station for the spare bullocks, and I looked after those at Fryer’s Creek. As the feed was scarce near the diggings, 1 generally took a rug and camped out with the bullocks. Before Billy got back with the team he was stuck up by a bushranger, and his money, horse, saddle and bridle, etc., were taken from him. Whilst we were digging 1 cleared about five pounds a week, and before starting for Melbourne I bought gold at two pounds fourteen shillings an ounce with my spare cash. My brother John arrived at Fryer’s Creek at this time, and took a situation for a time in Mr. Miller’s store. On I2th April Billy and I started for Melbourne, with six bullocks in each team, it being my first experience at driving bullocks. Billy was acquainted with Mr Simmonds, who had a small farm at the Springs, about nine miles from Melbourne, and we arrived there on the 17th. I was glad to get properly to bed, as I had not undressed for nearly three weeks, on account of watching bul- locks. On Monday, the 19th, I visited Melbourne for the first time, and found it a busy, rapidly-extending city. I sold my gold for three pounds an ounce, bought a swell suit of clothes, and lodged my spare cash in the bank. Next day I went to Geelong by steamer, and found my best girl all right. I told her 10 LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. mother that Mary Aim and I intended marrying, but I thought it best to wait till I saved more money. Mr Harrold, her step- father, who was a carpenter, was at work, but I met him in the evening. In gold digging days we were generous to our girls, so I bought the prettiest figured silk dress piece I could see for my one, and gave her a nugget of over an ounce. On the 24th we loaded the drays in Melbourne, and got back to Mr Simmonds’s. The rate of cartage to Fryer’s Creek, about eighty miles distant, was twenty-five pounds a ton, and we put two tons on each dray. Wet weather set in, and the roads, which were in a state of nature, were soon cut up. Although we did not have a break- down, we did not deliver the last of our loads till the-31st May, thus taking five weeks to travel eighty miles. Billy refused to go again, so on 4th June I started for Melbourne with ten bullocks in the dray, On the 10th I put the bullocks in a paddock, and foolishly went off to Geelong again. On the 16th I loaded for Fryer’s Creek, at £110 a ton, and put on 25cwt. On the 22nd a man and his old woman, who had just come from Tasmania, camped with me. Sam proposed to assist me if I gave the old woman and the kid a lift and found them in tucker, and I agreed to Sam’s proposal. I had been in the habit of sleeping on the ground, under the dray, but we managed to provide better accom- modation for a female by rigging a tilt with whipsticks, etc. I got on better than most teams for awhile, but I lost the bullocks for ten days. Looking for lost bullocks is even more miserable than wading through mud all day whilst driving. No doubt the bullocks had been worked, but I was glad to get them again. On 17th July I camped beyond Kynecon, as it was too wet to travel. Two young men came to the camp, and asked if I knew anyone likely to buy a team of bullocks. They said that in summer they drove overland from South Australia to Bendigo, but they had got a letter from their mother requesting them to come home, as their father had died. They left Bendigo with their team, with the intention of selling the turn-out in Melbourne and taking the steamer to Adelaide. However, the dray got bogged a short distance from my camp, and they wished to sell the dray in the bog and the six bullocks on the grass. They asked sixty pounds for the lot, so I went and examined them. Although the bullocks were thin they were young and sound, and the dray was good, though rather heavy ; so 1 gave them what they asked for them. Next morning I pulled out the dray with Mr. Miller’s team, and put a part of the loading on it. I put eight bullocks in each LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. 11 dray, and Sam followed, driving the weaker team. Although there were a great many teams on the roads, the drivers had all mates, and I did not get acquainted with many carriers; but I suppose it might be said of some— HeStrong was in only his alanguage, driver wading coarse through in attire mire, ; TenderYet under and the true surface to its isinnermost beating apart. heart, When we were about ten miles from the store the pole of the dray in Sam’s charge got broken. I went on, delivered my load, and on my return I put in a new pole. Next morning I found my six bullocks, but Mr. Miller’s ten were gone, no doubt stolen. John came and took charge whilst I went bullock-hunting, and I gave Sam a few pounds before he went on to the diggings. After searching for the bullocks until I gave up all hope of finding them, I yoked up my six bullocks, and delivered the last of my load on August 25, the journey occupying nearly ten weeks. After Mr. Miller deducted £50 for the share of lost bullocks, there was not much left for my winter’s work. John agreed to go on the roads with me, and I agreed to assist him in buying a team. I bought two bullocks, and before starting again 1 spelled for a time on good feed on the Upper Loddon. During the previous summer the flat where we camped was used largely for washing gold, and whilst we spelled the bullocks we picked up about five ounces of gold in the Loddon and on its banks. John bought a team of bullocks in Melbourne, and during the summer of 1853 we made regular trips, and had no bad luck. After paying expenses I saved upwards of £150. I was careful and did not spend mnch in amusements, though I paid a few visits to Row’s Circus, and heard Barlow sing “ Ben Bolt,” “ Blue-tailed Fly,” &c. On May 18th I was married to Mary Ann Catherine Haynes by Mr. Stretch, Episcopalian clergyman in Geelong. Like other classes he liked gold-digging prices, and charged £6 5s. for the job. The weather was very fine, and during the afternoon we drove round the town and suburbs. Mr. Harrold went to the stables with the coaches, and when he returned he told us he had paid £10 for the two coaches for that day, and had agreed to pay £20 to have them for three days more. It may seem a foolish expenditure, yet I think it is likely that he never enjoyed himself more than he did on that occasion, and the recollection of a good time lasts for life. As Mary had no friends in Melbourne she felt dull, and in the summer of 1854 she went a few trips with us. Perhaps she was 12 LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. shaken too much in the draj, and, as she felt unwell, she remained at Mr. Simmonds when we started for Fryer’s Creek on March 1. After we delivered our loads we came out the hack road by the Loddon, and spelled for a time on good feed about ten miles from Kyneton. Although 1 knew little of farming it was carried on in a very simple style, and prices of produce were high. Farming seemed to me to be the surest mode of providing for the future, and I had attended sales, but did not succeed in buying a farm. After being surveyed into sections land was sold by auction at an upset of ^61 an acre without conditions. Sheep and cattle had risen greatly in value, and frequently the squatters bought up nearly all the land placed on the market. For many years Liberal politicians tried to have conditions imposed that would stop speculation and monopoly, but they did not succeed, as the Upper House was composed chiefly of land monopolists. I have always thought it unfortunate that the Australasian Colonies were burdened with Upper Houses, but Victoria’s constitution was worst of all. No one was eligible for election unless he possessed land to the value of some thousands of pounds, and the franchise was given only to those who owned or leased land of considerable value. A block of land near Kyneton was to be put up to auction, and I intended attending the sale, trying to buy a section. On March 15 I left John at the drays, and examined the various sections to be sold. After having done so, I visited the post office at Kyneton and received a letter from Mr. Simmonds. He stated that after my departure Mary had been so ill that it was doubtful if she would recover. It was more than 40 miles to the Springs, but on receiving the letter I at ronce W’alked there. On arrival I was glad to find that Mary was in a fair way towards recovery. That illness cost me over .£50, and I lost the chance of the land sale. As many of the worst places on the road had been metalled, and feed for bullocks was always getting scarcer, I decided to sell the bullocks and buy horses. After I returned to the drays I sold my team in Kyneton for £120, and John sold his for £100, and we then walked down to the Springs, a good walk for a showery autumn day, over a rough road. On April 6 John bought two horses, dray, harness, &c., for £160, and I bought two horses, dray, harness, &c., for £150. I rented a two-roomed cottage in North Melbourne at £1 5s. a week, and shifted Mary and our furniture, &c., into it. On the 15th we loaded for Castlemaine at £42 a ton, and put 14owt. on LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. 13 each dray, besides the horses’ feed, &c. Buying horses was very risky, but we were rather fortunate ; so, after delivering our loads, we got back to North Melbourne on the 30th. We loaded again for Castlemaine at .£77 a ton, left on June 5, and made a stage of 15 miles. Next morning John’s leader—a handsome, active horse—was gone; no doubt having been stolen. With some trouble we delivered our loads with the three horses, and on our return to Melbourne I sold my little leader, and we bought two strong horses. When we got off the metal after loading again, our new horses stuck us up in the mud, and we lost a lot of money and time before we got suited. Our brother, Daniel, came out from Glasgow, and John and I paid him to assist us in watching the horses. Afterwards he went digging in Barker’s Creek, but he was not very fortunate. On the night of April 15. 1855, John’s leader—a smart little cob—was stolen out of the yard in North Melbourne. He was so discouraged with his continued bad luck that he sold his shaft horse and dray for £85, and left the roads. To save rent, in 1856, I bought a section in the outside street in North Melbourne, where it was convenient to let the horses out sometimes. Mr. Harrold, who was a first-class tradesman, put up for me a stable and a three-roomed cottage, which was more comfortable than the rented cottages. ThoughAnd anywe dwellpart mayin any fill, nation, WhatWill we cling learned around in childhood’sus still. station Before marriage I think the male should be most active in courting, but after marriage I would have liked if my girl had returned my loving words and caresses. However, I think she must have been accustomed to see those laughed at who spoke in affectionate terms. She seemed to have been taught that a wife’s highest mission in life was to be a good housekeeper; she was careful, industrious, neat, and handsome, and would have suited a prosaic man with means. As I did not marry to get a home, but rather to obtain a loving, sympathetic companion, I would have preferred if my girl had possessed a more poetic, affectionate nature. In my “ Lays ” 1 have inserted an “ Ode to my Sweet- heart ” and an “ Ode to my Wife,” but finding my girl did not care for poetry, and nothing occurred to inspire me, I abandoned composing. During 14 years of what ought to have been the brightest period of my life, my poetic talent lay almost dormant from my 23rd to my 37th year. I am afraid most wives soon for- 14 LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. get that they promised to love, honour, and obey. However, I did not wish obedience, but that love should be spontaneous, and I hoped to be honoured my proving worthy of being honoured. As the roads continued to be improved many carriers replaced their drays by waggons, which paid better and were much more comfortable. As I was always in hopes that I would get a farm I refrained from getting a waggon. It added greatly to our com- fort when the Americans sent us tilt frames, and we had no longer to sleep on the ground. In 1857 I bought a strong, com- pact, hardy, Suffolk Punch horse, and I got a new dray and a good set of harness made for him. He turned out most suitable for following, and I drove two horses in one dray and one horse in the other till I left Victoria. A better price was given for carrying awkward loading and for going to out-of-the-way places, and I went anywhere for the best price. I question if any carrier on the roads travelled and camped so much alone as I did, and I was sometimes in an awkward lix, but always got out of it some- how. When the road to Castlemaine was completed there were eleven tolls on it, and as I paid 2s 6d at each toll in summer I used back roads chiefly when returning. If wading through mud in winter was rough, the clouds of dust and the dirty water we had to drink in summer were almost as bad, and it is surprising how our eyes and lungs were not more affected. About 1860 my uncle Angus died, and his trustees sent drafts of ^£20 each to Dan, John, and me. John and I got ours cashed, but Dan disappeared, and 1 cannot say whether he is alive or not; so the shareholders in the Union Bank of Austi’alia got the benefit of his .£20. I was so little at home that it was a dull life for my wife, especi- ally as she held the opinion that when neighbours get very friendly rows are apt to follow. However, as she had a son in 1855, a daughter in 1857, and a son in 1860 they would help to amuse her. At a sale at a neighbour’s house .£26 was stolen from her pocket. The thief was lucky, as it was seldom I left so much at home. The Victorian goldfields were discovered and developed by working men, and a wonderful impetus was given to the progress of the colony. 1 question if anything has contributed so much to elevate the status of producers and to raise wages throughout most parts of the Empire as gold discoveries. In accordance with Tory custom the autocratic Government considered how the diggers could be most easily fleeced. The squatters had been LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. 15 allowed to occupy large areas of first-class country at merely nominal rents. The gold was found mostly in barren country of little value for agriculture or pasturage. However, the Govern- ment decided that a license fee of thirty shillings a month must be paid for the right to dig. Even on the best goldfields some were unfortunate, and those without licenses were mercilessly hunted down. A proposal was even mooted to raise the license fee to £3, and amongst other causes this drove some of the digger’s into rebellion. They acted most unwisely by not offering a passive resistance, for if ten thousand men had refused to pay the Government could not have enforced payment. At that time British troops were quartered in the colony, and a Governor had greater power than under a system of constitutional Government. No doubt if Sir Charles Hotham or some of his advisers had met the diggers and discussed the matter in a temperate manner, it could have been easily settled, and the Eureka stockade abandoned. However, it was thought more dignified to order rhe soldiers to attack the diggers, and thus a number of good men wegje murdered in an attempt to preserve Tory customs. To the honour of the people of Victoria no jury could be found to find guilty of treason the prisoners who were tried. When the diggers got the franchise they valued the privilege more on account of having fought against oppression. They wisely adopted the course of electing members of Parliament from their own class, and Mr. Lalor, who led those whom the Government called rebels, rose to be Speaker of the House. Many diggers and others possessed of moderate means desired to buy land for farming, and the Lower House often tried to assist settlement by making the land laws more liberal, but the Upper House frustrated the efforts of the Lower. When the Nicholson Land Act was passed it was provided that applications for sections must be lodged, with deposits, by a certain time, and at the subsequent auction only those who had applied could bid. No one was allowed to buy more than 640 acres; but there were no residence or improve- ment conditions. Under this act, in April, 1861, I applied for a * section of 112 acres on one of Mr. Hugh Glass’s stations on the Avoca River. The sale took place at Maryborough, about 100 miles from Melbourne. Before the sale I said to Mr Gardiner, manager of the station, that if 1 got the section I would not interfere with his arrangements, and I would be a good neighbour. When I showed him the section he said he was sorry he must oppose me, as his instructions were to buy all the sections with a 16 LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. river frontage at any price. Mr Glass had a business in Melbourne, and every acre of agricultural land on the station was applied for by him and his employees. If he had to depend on his own capital as I did probably I could have outbid him, but as he had the bank to back him I had to give him best. I related the circumstances of the sale to the late Mr. Rolfe, who was one of the few Liberal members of the Upper House. The Liberal Heales Government was then in office, and when Mr. Rolfe spoke to Mr. Brooke, Minister of Lands, he requested me to send in a written statement, and I did so. Mr. Brooke said he knew the squatters were evading the law, but not to such an extent; but he would not open any more land till he got some amendment of the law. On the evening of July 25 I camped in the Black Fcfrest, a mile beyond Woodend. As the night was cold I had drawn the drays into a sheltered spot and had turned in with my trousers and socks on. I was awakened by a noise, and on looking out I saw three men leaning against the shaft. The man next me asked me if I had any drink, and 1 said I had not. He then said, “ Can you lend us some money ? ” I said it was not usual to lend money to strangers. I thought something migK§ turn up in my favour, if they were bushrangers, and 1 would scheme as long as possible to save my money. I had a purse with about 10s. in silver, and a pocket-book containing ,£24. 1 slipped the pocket-book under some horsefeed, and when the bushranger presented a pistol at me, and said, “ Give me your money! ” I handed him the purse with the silver. After he looked in it he said, “ Where is the rest of your money ?” and I said, “ In my trousers.” He said, “Give them to me;”-and I handed him a pair. After searching, he said, “ There is no, money here ? ” and I said, “ It must have fallen out.” He then said, “ Get me a candle ; and I said it was in the pocket of the dray. He then ordered me to jump down and get it. I thought if I save him the candle he would soon find the money, but without a light he might not. 1 thought I would chance a shot, so when I got the candle, instead of giving it to him I turned round the drays, and soon ran down to the police station. Two constables accompanied me back to the drays, and 1 found my pocket-book all right. Just as I had changed my socks and put on my boots, we heard the report of a pistol. We went in the direction of the sound, and soon met the three men coming towards the dray. Two were LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. 17 covered by the constable’s revolvers before they saw us, and when told to stand they obeyed. The leader bolted through the scrub and escaped; but he dropped the pistol, which was picked up by one of the constables. Next morning the two bushrangers were tried at Kyneton and committed to the Supreme Court. When tried in Melbourne they got four years each, and the constables were rewarded. When I was in New Zealand, a detective told my wife that a man was in custody who was suspected of being the third bushranger ; but I did not; return to Melbourne. When the rush to Tuapeka from Melbourne took place, cartage got very low, and I agreed to accompany a brother-in-law to New Zealand with our horses. I liked Victoria, and would not have left it if I could have got a settled home there. After marriage we lived very quietly and made few acquain- tances. I am fond of society; have been a first class dancer, and liked dancing very much; but I was never at a ball whilst in Victoria. With the horses 1 made 198 trips to different diggings, &c., and the gross earnings, with the horses and their cost, amounted to £3,362 15s. 6d. On September 21 I shipped my three horses, two drays, &c., in the brig “ Dunedin,” and sailed for Port Chalmers and Dunedin next morning. We landed our horses at Port Chalmers on October 5, 1861, and our drays afterwards at Dunedin. As my mate, John Hind, decided to remain in Dunedin, I sold my turn-out for £230, and returned by s.s. “ Oscar,” getting home to North Melbourne on October 24. I bought two first-class heavy draught horses for £127 10s., and got good harness and a first- class dray made, as I intended using the team on the roads in Otago. I also bought two cheaper horses to sell, and on November 6 I again set sail for Port Chalmers in the brig “ Eliza Goddard. My horses were landed on the 22nd, and I sold two' at a fair profit. I was offered £250 for my two horses, dray, &c., but preferred trying my luck on the roads. On the 29th I loaded 15cwt. for Waitahuna at £28 a ton, and got ‘back to Dunedin on December 2. As no other large goldfields * towere fall. discovered, I never metand infresh with teams a regular came mate,on the and road, travelled cartage chiefly began bymorning. myself; Inand January, I was 1862,1always tookamongst a load the of flourfirst to astart storekeeper in the and baker at the upper end of Gabriel’s Gully. When the store- keeper paid my cartage he asked me to purchase a load of flour 18 LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. for him, and I agreed to do so. When I delivered the flour he paid part and left a balance of £26 16s. Before I returned to Gabriel’s he had cleared out. Fortunately this was the only loss I ever had by a dishonest storekeeper. I bought a third heavy horse before winter set in, which proved to he a very severe one. The frozen mud on the low country was dreadful, and the slippery hills were very dangerous. I had always to break the ice with the axe before I could fill the “ billy ” in the mornings, and firewood was very scarce; so that in some respects it was worse than being on the roads in Victoria. I was undecided whether to stay in Otago or return, but in September, when Hartley and Riley discovered the Dunstan, I sent Mary £50 and desired her to bring the family to Dunedin. During the time I had my freedom I spent very little. Sometimes I went to the theatre; but that cost only a shilling. I never had a dance, or any fun with the girls, and was very true to my own girl, although she had not been so sympathetic as I expected. Although some men are not so good to their wives as they ought to be, I believe there are many willing to face danger and hardships of every sort to keep their best girls com- fortable and dainty. On September 24, in company with a mate, I loaded for the Dunstan at £100 a ton, and we took the high road over the Lammerlaws. On October 6 1 delivered my load of 19cwt., and got back to Dunedin on the 12th. I bought a fourth horse, and on the 14th I loaded again for the Dunstan at £110, and got back to Dunedin on the 28th. The trip would have paid me well, if my new horse had not broken down, and another had not got lame. On my arrival in Dunedin I found Mary and the children had arrived safely. I was very glad to meet my girl again, and I suppose she was glad to see me, although my prosaic girl never seemed to know what warm poetic love is. In December I sold four horses, waggon, &c., for £400 (being £200 cash and £200 by bill at three months) to Mr. Cassius, a storekeeper. This was the' first time I had anything to do with a bill, and I was pleased when it was met. By degrees I bought four horses and a waggon and three horses and a dray, and started on the roads. The late Mr. C, J. Brown, so long M.H.R., was a shipmate of mine from Melbourne in the “ Dunedin.” He started storekeeping on Wether stone’s, LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. and did well. I often carted for him, and sometimes bought goods for him. In January, 1863, he asked me to join him in opening a store at Queenstown, and I agreed to do so. It was arranged that Mr. Pritchard, who was assistant to Mr. Brown, should be our selling partner at Queenstown. As Invercargill was so much nearer to Queenstown than Dunedin is, after I deli- vered my load at Kingston, I went to Invercargill to purchase goods. Business in the store increased, so in March I requested Mary to bring the children with her to Invercargill. When they arrived by the s.s. “ Titania ” it was difficult to rent a cottage, and for an inferior one of two rooms with a garret I paid thirty shillings a week. As there was no likelihood of returning to Melbourne, I sold our cottage, which cost about .£300, for £90, less commission. I found that my teams did not get on so well with hired drivers, so I sold seven horses, waggon, dray, etc., for £580. I bought a hack for £35, and sometimes rode up to Kingston. I paid £100 for a share in two boats trading between Kingston and Queenstown, and employed my brother John at £4 a week to receive goods and forward them. I bought two sections in Eye street and one in Tyne street. Mr. Harrold built four cottages for me. We occupied a four-roomed cottage. For a three-roomed cottage I got at first £1 2s. 6d. a week; for each two-roomed cottage I got sixteen shillings a week. But these rents did not last long. For the frames of the cottages Tasmanian hardwood was used ; weather-boards, flooring, lining- boards, etc., were from Baltic pine. As they were lined through- out with fin. lining-boards at £1 18s. per hundred feet, and floor- ing boards cost £2 2s., the cottages cost about £600. In the end of the summer 1 met Mr. Brown at Queenstown, and at that time we were taking over £1,000 a week in the store. I lent my hoise to Mr. Brown to return by way of Invercargill, and before his departure I said that, as the miners in the back gullies were laying in stocks for the winter, it would be best to give our orders on a reduced scale. He said he agreed with my views. How- ever, from Invercargill and Dunedin he sent larger quantities than we agreed upon. On the goods sent up by Air. Brown I paid cartage at from £55 to £75 a ton. As cartage afterwards fell to £30 a ton, we suffered a serious loss through Mr. Brown’s action. In May I started for Invercargill with some carriers. One night they camped a few miles from Dipton, and intended taking two days to reach Invercargill. Next morning, as soon as 1 crossed the Oreti, I pushed on, and walked home that night. That is the C 20 LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. last long walk I took to see my best girl, and I think there are not many men who would walk so far over heavy roads nowadays, especially after having been ten years married. Although I desired to buy most of our goods in Invercargill, prices were so much over those charged in Dunedin that frequently we had goods sent round by the steamers. Sometimes Mr. Brown sent up unsaleable goods, or articles not required, without consulting Mr. Pritchard or me. In December, 1863, I met him at Queenstown, and I proposed that he would leave all the buying to me, or I would give him £1,000 for his share in the business, or I would take £1,000 for my share. After consideration, I received £1,000—by £250 cash, and bills at two, three, and four months for £250 each. We had no trouble taking stock, and everything was arranged amicably. Before returning to Invercargill I arranged to buy goods on commission, and forward them, for Messrs J. C. Brown and Co. and some other storekeepers at Queenstown. As Mr. Kerr, the working partner in the boats “ Koyal Albert ” and “ Royal Bride,” was not pushing, they did not pay as well as they ought to have paid. I only got £5 10s. in dividends, and as steamers were coming into competition I got only £5 for my share when I sold it. Like myself, my brother John was frugal, and, as he had only himself to keep, he saved about £150 whilst he was at Wakatipu. I offered to. assist him in the purchase of a farm, but he preferred going back to Victoria. On returning to Victoria he bought a bullock team, and carted from the railway terminus to the interior. After a time he ceased writing to me; so that, as in Dan’s case, I do not know whether he is alive or dead. At first some of the boats on Lake Wakatipu were only small open boats. Sometimes the wind got up suddenly, and we were very glad to get into shelter in Halfway Bay, as the lake was quite dangerous. On one occa- sion, when the head wind was too strong, and the boat was about to run back to Kingston, I was landed at the foot of the Devil’s Staircase, and walked up to Queenstown. The province of Southland had been separated from Otago a few years before my arrival in Invercargill. The discovery of the goldfields in the Lake district ought to have conferred great benefits on Southland, but through gross mismanagement the op- portunity was lost. A railway was begun to Campbelltown on a scale adapted for ten times the population, the probable traffic, and revenue. The guage was 4ft. 8in., the rails were 721b., and LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. 21 the rolling stock was so heavy as to require expensive formation, bridges, culverts, &c. A large sum was spent in making a branch railway to Mokomoko and a jetty there which were never used. A railway was started to Winton and completed to Makarewa with heavy wooden rails. A free trip was given, and we got out all right, but when we were about to start for Invercargill we had a shower. The engine could not take the carriages up the incline on the wet rails, and I and many others walked into Inver- cargill. Not only was the cost of the rails lost, but the forma- tion cost a great deal more than it ought to have done. The same extravagance and stupidity were shown in road-making, till the funds and the credit of the province were exhausted. I cannot say how the responsibility for the shocking mismanagement should be divided between the Superintendent, the Executive, or the Provincial Council. It was most unfortunate that the engineers were quite unsuited for dealing with local requirements. Besides, there was collusion between engineers and contractors. Although I took no active part in public matters at that time I felt sorry to see so much revenue wasted. The land fund was provincial revenue, and in order to replenish the Treasury a Land Act that sacrificed further settlement was passed. Under the “ Southland Waste Lands Act, 1865,” any person might select rural land in blocks of not less than twenty acres, but without a maximum, at £1 an acre, without conditions. Large sales of laud took place, chiefly in extensive blocks, and to runholders. In 1865 a rush took place to new goldfields on the West Coast, and many miners and storekeepers left the Wakatipu district, chiefly for Hokitika, and I nearly decided to go also. This rush affected Invercargill injuriously—business declined, value of pro- perty and rents fell rapidly, and many buildings were unoccupied. The Town Board also spent money unwisely, especially in expen- sive gratings on footpaths, so that it became defunct. As we had been accustomed to living in a simple, inexpensive style, I had sufficient means to keep my wife and myself. But looking to future provision for the family, it seemed to me that there was a greater certainty of providing for them on a farm than in Inver- cargill. In May 1865 I bought from Mr. Alexander Clarke a farm of 187 acres 3 roods 8 perches at Myross Bush, about five miles from Invercargill, at £3 an acre cash. A section of 105 acres was partly improved, and a section of 83 acres was un- improved. The smaller section was situated west of the Mill road, and as it lay more conveniently to my neighbour than to LIFE OF ANDREW KINROSS. myself I sold it for £1 15s. an acre; so that the section I retained cost about £4 an acre, and was supposed to be a bargain. Most of the land in the Eastern District is rather poor, but my section was amongst the best, and had the advantage of being bounded on the south by the Waihopai Kiver. There were about 30 acres of superior bush on the north side, which was highest, and there was a good fall. About 60 acres were fenced, and about 30 acres had been in oats. Mr John Clarke, who was lessee for a time, had erected a four-roomed cottage, with detached kitchen and bed- room. The timber used was chiefly from Tasmania and the Baltic; but cupboards and mantelpieces were of cedar. Every- thing was well finished, and the cottage had been occupied only a very short time. I bought two heavy draught mares, a road dray, a tip cart, and various farm implements. I engaged a ploughman, and a bushman for fencing, clearing,

PATRIOTISM. Composed in 1845. AsThere of theis noland love to iswhich so sublime we owe onour earth birth ; AThrough love which every shallchange endure of country through and endless of clime, time, AndA love causes which man absence all obstacles makes moreto spurn. fiercely burn, TheTo free patriot his countrytrue will or freely to save give its his fall; all AlthoughIf he is banished he dwells from upon his adear distant native strand— land, TheShall riverthink bank, upon theeach pleasant well remembered village green. scene: IfWhat Caledonia land to gave it wouldto him he his compare birth, on earth? Though fairother Australia’s lands may verdure oft have never cloudless dies, skies, WhenTheir skieson his and distant verdure mountains all their he beauty shall lose.muse; FullThere oft hopes he longsto rest to whensee hisall nativehis toil shore, is o’er. ThatOh! everWallace, for theirchief countryof all the made patriot a standband WhilstAgainst bloodthe tyranny within ofone foreign Scottish foes, patriot flows, AndSo long with thy thy noble actions name shall shall the be mind adored. be stored. THE SmPWRECK. ThickThe clouds night are draws dicing on apace,o’er the sky, —wThe Acrossraging thewav-s ocean’s are heavingface; high, Tmd Lightsoft the up lightning’s the awful vividscene; flash WhileAs onif thefor sportrocks orthe spleen. wild waves dash 64 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. AboveLoud thebooms roaring the ofsignal the galegun, But Thehuman trip helpwill cannotsoon be avail, done; EachBearing raging thebillow crew sweeps away: the deck SomeAnd cling many to mastsothers uponpray. the wreck, NaughtAs billowscan be donedrive to her save on the barque, WhereWhere rocky many coast wrecks is looming have gonedark— ; There’sAnd manyone great souls crash,so brave and one loud shriek, ShallThey never lie seebeneath the homesthe wave. they seek—

ON SAILING FOR INDIA. Composed in 1847. ThoughSo now, wemy mayboys, neverwe leave see theit more—shore, We’ll workAround like the men old whenOrissa. tempests roar, ThenWe’ll giveman oureach friends yard anda parting set each hail, sail, And leaveOn boarddear Scotlandthe old Orissa.with the gale— WhereFor India’s brightest shore eyesoUr ourcourse hearts we steer,shall cheer, And sunnyAbove skies the oldare everOrissa. clear— NoBut doubtsailors our have hours their of restpleasures are few, too When Aroundsky and the sea oldare Orissa.calm and blue Though tempestsall around lash is drearour littleand dark,barque, To duty’sOn boardcall we’U the everold Orissa.hark LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 65 And should our voyage turn out fair To India’s shore where all is rare, We’ll give a cheer when we get there— On board the old Orissa. And then my boys we’ll step ashore. Right glad to feel the land once more, To have some sport when duty’s o'er As British sailors should, boys.

ODE TO MY BROTHERS ON MY GOING TO SEA. Although far from each other our bodies may be, Although ’twist us may flow on the wide restless sea, Still let that our fond hearts but more firmly unite— Let us think of the hour when we’ll meet with delight. AlthoughThen like sailorsthem letare us foolish help withstill oursailors purse are and kind, our mind ; UponAnd like land them or atlet sea us love,till life’s though course their shall follies have we run. shun WeSince have those few parents but each were other taken to love who on gavethe earth us our birth ; InThen a stronglet all thatrunning pure streamlove which on each for themother would be turned. have burned. WeAnd werethe rulinghelpless of andothers young we whenfelt to our our parents cost; we lost, Yet,May havesince taughtthen stem us, Imisfortune hope, to bein manlyteaching and our kind. mind IfAnd I’ll now, see youdearest again brothers, there’s noI willmortal bid can you tell, farewell— ForOr mayperhaps sleep, far like away a sailor,I may beneathrest in themy gravesalt wave. WhenStill of that you hour and shallmy countryarrive, whenI’ll think I’m summonedwhile I’ve bybreath death, ; ButAnd Iif hopeduty yetshall to callmeet me when will themanfully voyage die. is by. 66 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. COMPOSED WHEN ON THE LOOK-OUT. ToWhen other night scenes is calm,and other and timesour good my memoryship glides will smoothlyflee, through the sea And oncheers those me loved on mycompanions weary watch that Ito left think behind that will they dwell, are well. TheyThat awill sailor’s never toilreef anda topsail, hardships will thesenever friendshold a wheel;will never feel, AndBut thatthink they of stillme willaway sympathise at sea when when loud troubles the tempestsI tell o’er, roar. ItAnd will by be the sweet cheerful when fire toil I andsit withcare arekindly for friendsa short attime last; past, AwayOr I tell in toa farold distantcompanions land the where sights they that have I have never seen been. AndOr tell tales them I sometimes of the wonders hear at sailorsnight whensee upon lonesome the deep,watch we keep ; AcrossAnd I givethe seaall forthe manypresents miles I forfrom them lands have where gladly they brought were bought. WhenThen withtoil andthe thoughthardship ofmay pleasant oppress, times and my all droopingseems black heart and I’ll drear; cheer TheTo Scotland greatest andpleasure those thenloving I friendsfeel is tofrom let whom memory I’m strayfar away.

COMPOSED WHEN LEAVING FOR AUSTRALIA, 1848. FarewellFrom tothee Scotland, I now mustland part.so dear. The Andthought grieves will meforce to athe rising heart. tear, FarewellWhen to I amGlasgow, far away city great, ThroughMy thoughtsall the ups to andthee downs will stray.of fate WithinAnd thee spent first life’s I drewearly my morn breath ; In theeIn theemy parentswere my rest brothers in death, bom. FarewellThat toI mustall those leave friends my home, who grieve MayIn they distant be neverlands forcedto roam. to leave LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 67 FarewellWho tobrave old theplaymates tempest’s at seastrife, I loveThat the marks spirit abold sailor’s and life.free FarewellThough to nowyou, wemy have brothers to part; dear, Yet Andhope whisperin accents to thesweet heart. will cheer ThatWe far yet across again the shall ocean’s meet, foam WhenAnd I’ll independence possess a pleasant sweet. home ODE TO MY BROTHER. Composed in 1849. WhenAnd o’er through Australia’s its forestsplains Ideep, stray, WhenAnd calm Nature and cloudlessseems asleep; is the day, And Seekwhen shade my flockbeneath with each heat tree, opprest ThenI asoften alone think I quietlyof thee. rest, And Andwhen loud the the tempest thunder rages roars, round, WhenAnd trees rain come in torrentcrashing pours to the; ground. And Seekwhen for my some flock sheltering with drooping lee, heads ThenI asoften around think the of tempestthee. spreads, For Uponthou mustthe ragingbrave thesea, tempest’s wrath And Fromguide dangerthe vessel never on freeits path ; But Orwhether sleeping angry lies stormsthe sea, shall blow WhenThat thou thou art wilton thethink watch, of me. I know ThenWhatever in whatever be theland part I stray, ThatThou on the still stage shalt of sharelife T myplay heart; And Thoughif I should distant be called I may by be,death EvenMy with thoughts my latest shall fleetingbe of thee. breath LAYS OF THE SOUTH. AUSTRALIAN SQUATTER’S SONG. Tune: “Rose of Allendale.” When fair Australia’s plains are clad In robes of brightest green, And Nature’s kindness makes me glad, As thriving flocks are seen ; And when each bird with plumage gay Sings notes of love and glee— Then through the pleasant vernal day I fondly think of thee. And when the -sun with ardent rays Shines brightly on the land, When emus stand in summer days Beneath old gum-trees grand; And when my sheep oppressed with heat Seek shade beneath each tree, Then as I rest in cool retreat, I fondly think of thee. And when fierce tempests rage around And Andhomeward winter onrains the floodeddescend, ground WhenMy I havesteps seenI gladly my flocksbend; are right, ThenFrom through every the danger long andfree— lonesome night I fondly think of thee. v For Andthee riskeach thetoil native’sI gladly spear,bear Thy Throughoutimage in my the heart changing I wear year. AndAnd when fortune my early smiles struggle’s on me, o’er And Thencunning I will savage come fights for thee. no more, And WhereI will peacelead theeand tocomfort a home reign. WhereAcross oft each together hill and we plainwill ;roam WithTo thee thee I’ll devote share mymy life,hopes and fears, And Whenswiftly thou thus shalt shall be passmy wife.the years LAYS OF THE SOUTH. ODE TO MY SWEETHEART. Composed in 1852. SinceDear Mary,first I timehoped has thy quickly love to flown own, ButAnd stillfortune my heartoft hath hath changed turned towith thee me, ; WhenAnd I Iforgot beheld all thy cares pleasant awhile smile. AndThen, doth Mary, thy love, heart wilt to methou incline, be mine, AndSay wiltfondly thou cling bo myto meloving through wife life? UnitedSay, wilt still thou in ayeheart be andtrue mind? and kind, INor cannot high offerancestral wealth pedigree; to thee. ThatBut I scornscan give each an meanhonest and heart paltry art. IfThen such Mary, a heart darling, is prized smile by onthee me. If’Twill thou be wilt my bepleasure my loving and bride,my pride AndTo love, death protect, alone shalland cherishalter me. thee, BestowThen, if thysuch fondest love is lovedear onto me.thee, AndSweet I Mary,am favoured if my inlove thine you eyes,prize, AndThen smileturn onthy me gentle with facelooks above, of love: IAnd ask lowly, no greater sweetly, happiness. whisper Yes— ODE TO MY BRIDE. Composed in 1853. NowFor every thee thought alone myshall heart be ofshall thee, beat; And Mysince happiness thy faith is isnow pledged complete. to me WhenI sworeI before to lovethe altarand cherish stood thee, And Thatthen thouI fondly would’st understood give thy love to me. 70 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. ’Tis Thounot because art so verythy facedear isto fairme, ’TwasThat not made thy beautyme always was trueso rare to thee. But AndI have thought looked I withinsaw its thy love heart, for me; I triedWhere to searchsordid itsthoughts inmost might part never be. If troubledAnd all byseemed the caresgloomy of forlife awhile, It quicklyTo see stilledthy winning the anxious gentle strife smile. But ThatI have I couldnever lovemet throughwith one all my life, Till Andthou thenmy Iheart sought and thee reason for mywon, wife.

PRAYER. Composed in 1860. InAlmighty Whom God,I humbly the kind place and my just, trust; EachWho hathelement filled with space active with life. busy strife, WithWho gavereason dominion bright, thehere power to man, to plan, AndTo curb bring the them elements subject with to skill,his will. WithWho deckedcorn and earth’s wine andsurface gifts for profuse; his use Who canhath obey provided fair labour’s food for call. all TheseThou artblessings to man show a Father each thoughtfulkind, mind ThatWho loveson Thy to gracehear thetheir voice hopes of thoserepose. ThenOf one listen who tobends the withhopeful humble prayer air. Who,Now comesfreely directtrusting before in Thy Thy grace, face. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 71 PreserveStill guide me me from through all angry the paths strife, of life, BeforeSo that Thy at lastthrone I may with appear conscience clear. ThouWatch gav’st over toand cheer protect this theweary wife life; MySo thatchildren their keepfootsteps when mayI’m notaway stray. LabourAnd grant, more O suited Lord, tothat my I mind,may find AndWhich leave may the not comfortsforce me ofaye my to home. roam

ODE TO SOUTHLAND. Composed in 1867. Oh! Southland, land of virgin soil, Fit land for hardy sons of toil, Where herds may graze upon each slope, And willing man may fondly hope By industry and frugal care To found a home both firm and fair. I do not crave a soldier’s fame, Nor yet in blood to write my name; But would the paths of peace pursue, And patiently the earth subdue, And clothe each field with verdure green Where only tussocks coarse had been. I like to watch the yellow corn Sparkling with dew at early mom. And know each waving crop was grown By labour that was all my own ; And with the aid of Him above, Who set us here to hope and love. I still will strive to act my part By Fate assigned with manly heart; And hope to see this infant State Part of a nation rich and great In spite of all the gloom and haze That darken now its early days. 72 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. ODE TO MY WIFE. This poem was composed in 1875 whilst I was attending the Provincial ItCouncil was firstof Otago published in Dunedin in Dunedin alter inreceipt the Southernby post ofMercury, a photograph. edited bypapers, the lateand Vincenthas been Pyke. warmly It praised.was afterwards published in other news- DearSince Mary,first I manysaw thy changing maiden yearsface, havethy kindly swiftly loving glided eye by, AndThat madebeamed me onat methe withaltar looksswear offrom joy, thee that I wonwould my not youthful part. heart, AndAmid joined the cares the eagerof manhood’s hopeful search days Ifor left Nature’s thee for golden a while, pile; For theethee II fondly lived hopeda life toof gaincare, theof treasureshardship, of and the ofsoil. toil. AndI passed fortune through oft hasmany been a changeful unkind whilstphase sincejourneying thou wastthrough made life; my wife TheYet moretreasures than that pleasure, the world more canthan give,—thy wealth I sympathyvalue far aboveand love. ThroughoutOft at the earliest the business break ofof theday day my thythoughts presence revert is with to thee,me, Where’erThough for I go,a time whate’er by duty’s I do claims thou stillfrom shalt thee shareI’m forced my heart. to part, IAnd weary hope for thy that fondest, pleasant kindest hour whensmiles I’ll may return be bestowedto thee. on me; May foulno cloud suspicion ever neverfleet acrossrise between the sunshine me and of my our wife. life,

O^E TO NEW ZEALAND. This poem was tocomposed suit. I thinkin Dunedin it is one as ofan my “ Ode best to poems. Otago,” and altered HomeNew Zealand of a race ’midst both the strong Southern and free,sea, PaintWhere youthfulthe salubrious cheeks winds with thatruddy blow glow ; AndWhere fertile rivers, plains lakes, adorn woods, the mountainsland ; grand, WhilstMayst thoustill thybe blestflocks withand herdslasting increase, peace ReceiveAnd may reward the tillers for all of theirthy soil toil; MayAnd willingwhen their hands daily on them labours attend. end LAYS OF THE SOUTH. ScorningStill may unmanly thy sons acts be tobrave do ; and true, WhereWorthy patriots the land fought from whichand poets they sung:sprung, WhereTo lead Gaelthe vanand inSaxon freedom’s now unitefight. BeauteousAnd may thyof form,daughters and pureaye bein kind,mind ; AsMay maidens joy and sweet, comfort as blessfaithful their wives. lives, InBe theevalued may more honour, than truth,wealth andor birth.worth ThySeeking laws such be just,measures thy rulersto devise wise. AsA countrymake thee blest, happy, a model rich, State.and great, FromNew Zealand!thee I do now not thouseek toart roam.my home. IA hoperising and nation strive wise that and thou free: shalt be FairestWorthy landBritannia’s in the Southernchild to be.sea,

A SOUTHLAND MEMBER’S FAREWELL. FarewellGoodbye to Dunedin, to this fair proud Council city, Hall; WithI aam mixture going ofaway pleasure from andyou pityall. No longerFor honour, I’ll join power, in the country, fighting or place, WhenWith Bastings Justice all to things Southland, would behis righting,case. No longerTo sit proudat Gamaliel’s Donald feet,will gammon Not Butworshipping drinking pleasurein wisdom or soMammon, sweet. No moreThose shall members he treat by withwhom derision he was beat. Nor Asmake shall such bring sarcastic Mr Fish incision. to his feet. FarewellIs still to inStout advance Robert, of the whose age. teaching I hopeMay that be hisstamped practice upon and history’s preaching page. 74 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. No longerSo eloquent, I’ll listen witty, to speeches,and grand ; WhenThe each mode member we should so knowingly settle the teachesland. I hopeHas that caused no word either I haveanger spoken or pain ; And Yourtrust friendshipthat your I’lllooks always will betokenretain.

A SOUTHLAND FARMER’S LAY. I haveIts leftcomforts Dunedin and City,its ease, And Whosethe members, speeches wise used or to witty, please. And Uponnow a the farmer’s stage ofpart life I ;play The ItsCouncil duties Hall and is its far strife. away, No morningNo “Evening papers Star” here II see,read— My countrySo very home quiet now indeed. seems to be And Toalthough wade init wetis not and pleasant mire, OftenIn working ploughman’s as a peasantcoarse attire. Yet Straightas my plough through I firmly the yielding guide soil, My meditationsFar from my often daily glide toil. And Andwhen homeward the shades I ofrepair, evening fall At myAnd fireside always I’m welcome chief of there. all ThenWhatever like a colonist lot is I’llsent; bear AndBy try being to drive aye awaycontent. dull care LAYS OF E SOUTH. 75 ODE TO AN ABSENT WIFE. Composed in 1876. DearAlone, Mary, thinkingI’m sadly fondly reclining of thee. I gazeAt with places a lookwhere of thourepining used to be. BesideThe me “Witness,” unopened lastare lying“Hansard,” and “News”; And Theyet papersI am listlessly no longer sighing— amuse. So gladlyAnd ferventlyI welcomed gazed thy on letter, each page. To meThan it is all dearer ever andwritten better by sage. And TheI have weather been isploughing fine every and day, thinking, I’ve Theeven samebeen sinceeating my and wife drinking— went away. ThoughOur lonesomedaughters our are dwelling managing without well, thee, And I’veeach nothing one is unpleasantbusy about tome, tell. MayAnd He whosend madethee back all thingssafely protectto me. thee, Be sureWhatever I will nevermy fortune neglect may thee, be. A FREEMAN’S LAY. I’mI’ll neverfar from see allold my Glasgow’s youthful streets, friends, I’ll far sail from on myClyde native no more;shore. I’llNor never yet the view monuments the sacred that spots rise where in honour patriots of foughtthe dead. and bled ; WhoseBut in myactions heart shed I cherish a halo stillround the the noble history patriot of ourband, land ; LikeAnd stillthem maintain I’ll strive a freeman’sfor freedom’s rights cause, as longto hold as life what shall they run. have won, HaveFor freedom shown howBruce nobly and patriotsWallace strivefought, for brave all our Pym race and to Hampden,view, too, AndTo future we who ages profit unimpaired by their the deeds freedom like them we receive. should strive to leave LAYS OF THE SOUTH. TheThen freedom let us in bought this fair with new patriots’ land preserve blood, witha price sacred beyond care compare ; WhoAnd letmeanly us view sell with for powermanly or scorn wealth the thecoward birthright and the of slave, the brave. AndLet English,show that Scotch, over alland the Irish earth join there upon is New no freer Zealand’s land. strand. AndSo we then may our leave sons a heritagemay proudly of just say and we equal strove laws, for freedom’s cause.

MAN’S ORIGIN AND DESTINATION. Composed after reading a controversy for and against “ Evolution.” WithConcerning pleasure I man’sfind a firstcontest derivation of mind : WherebyThemes he worthyarose and of whitherexamination. he goes— We stillHe rosemay frominquire the if lowestout the creation. mire Or whetherAt once by fully plan formed created for was his man station. I wasBefore taught that to Ibelieve, came tono New wish Zealand, to deceive, The OnceFather dwelt of all—short,in a beautiful middling, free land. and tall— And Ofyet feature, it seems form, strange intellect, there colour,should be such change And Enoughof languages, to beat too even (both Max ancient Muller. and new), HowSince man Adamto each became clime, ain transgressor, short space of time CameTheology’s over the main,learned now professor. can you explain EachNo sect other in its can pride hope may for boldly salvation decide ; But ForI’ll bejudgment content atto leavelife’s termination.that event ShallWhat we search shall inbe vainour ornext yet destination? ascertain WhenShall grim he Death rise to has high won, elevation. when man’s race is run, LAYS OF THE SOUTH. In someShall beautous he dwell star,midst now haloes shining of glory afar, ; And Throughshall he comemediums back, to on tell tables us his to story. crack. AgainAs on flowers this earth, reappear shall in spirit their havebeauty? birth And Ifshall faithfully he ascend doing and his rise duty? to the end I can’tHe think shall itsink true to as great said degradationby Hindoo: ; Be bullockOr a creature or cow of or lower horse creation. fit to plough, BetterSweet Mahomet’s houris aroundcreed: himWhile will smoking cluster his weed WithWhere incense pleasures and flowers, of Orient in fairest muster. of bowers, We stillFar beyondmay aspire, what into we nowproblems can conceive.inquire, ThatWho yet are say unsolved otherwise through only deceive. cycles revolved ; ThenTo why pierce should the wedark fight, veil whilstis above searching us? for light, WhenTo called think on upon to diethose let whous bravely may love try us. ThenWhen hopefully despots pray and there bigots may have come perished a day ; WhenAs all brothers of our andrace, sisters of each are creed cherished. and place,

ODE TO WOMAN. ThoughWith some fragrance admire sweet the lovely and rare flowers ; And Wheresome may Nature’s long forface shady is fair. bowers And Andprecious some gemsmay dotemay onsome gold delight; ; And Orpictures statues, fair grand may butplease cold. the sight, 78 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. But Thanmore allI love the dearflowers woman’s so sweet. face Her Whenimage heartsin my responsiveheart I place, beat. No diamond’sAs loving flashwoman’s is half eye. so bright No workAs true of artlove’s gives sweet such reply. delight DearBy woman Nature ! Fairest,given to sweetest man ; prize, No angryAnd martears creation’s should dim plan. thy eyes ThenThough man, however bravest greatof the his brave, mind, If thouWill are be loving,thy willing true, slave. and kind,

NEW ZEALAND WAR SONG. probabilityFor some of yearswar withnothing Russia; occurred Pyke to inspirecomposed me. theIn “ 1885 Old thereFlag,” was and a composing.Bracken “ The Islands of the Free.” I was thus stimulated to recommence Men Honourof New andZealand freedom arise now from call your to the slumber, field. WhatShow though that the true foemen British our hearts forces never outnumber, will yield. Chorus. ForFight our then adopted with heartland ;and hand FightRise for eachthe land New whence Zealand our son, brave race has sprung. FollowGrasp those sabre, heroes lance, that or poets gun, have sung. Up thenGather England’s each son sons of the ! RiseEmerald Scotland’s Isle! hardy race! StriveBeauty on the will battlefield, welcome youwho’ll back gain with foremost her smile. place, StrikeOften for thetriumphant flag that by is floatingland and above by sea; us, FightFight for ourfor Newhomes Zealand, and the the dear land ones of whothe free. love us. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. THE OLD LAND AND THE NEW. FromWe great crossed Britannia’s the mighty distant sea, isle In hopesTo found with akindly nation Fortune’s free. smile Chorus. ThenHere’s here’s toto NewBritain’s Zealand glorious dear ;land, UnitedNo stillfoeman we firmlyever fear. stand, We seekTo conquer not with or ambitiousenslave ; pride For Andothers’ send wants across we the food wave. provide, We cultivateAnd live theby artshonest of peace,toil. We gladlyAnd till see the our virgin wealth soil. increase, We welcomeThe weary here and with opprest; friendly hand We bidFrom them tyrants’ come rulefrom toevery rest. land, But Toshould arms awe’ll foeman quickly touch fly. our shore We’llWe’ll do as conquer Britons or did we’ll before— die. ThenWe’ll for Newhasten Zealand’s to the fight, pleasant land And We’llside by show side New a warlike Zealand’s band might. ON GENERAL GORDON. Where the mightystately palmsNile is are flowing. growing, LiesSleeping Gordon, in a herowarrior’s of Khartoum. tomb When falsethe Moslem traitors hostswere werebetraying, slaying, FellThen Gordon, the brave hero soldier of Khartoum. met his doom— 80 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. Where herGreat sons Britain’s are dangers flag isbraving, waving, ForThere Gordon, is universal hero ofgloom Khartoum. Where Britain’smonumental mighty urns deadare raised,are praised, ForIn the Gordon, old Abbey hero thereof Khartoum. is room ON THE RETURN OF THE TROOPS FROM THE SOUDAN. ToNow see war’s our homes,alarms ourare wives,over we our are friends, bound and for allBritain’s we love shore, once more. WhereNo more oft we’ll we metsuffer the heat fiery and charge thirst of infierce deserts Mahommedan. of Soudan, Chorus. Our bootscoats are worn,torn. But We’repowder only stained clad in rags ; And We’reblood-engrained bringing back our flags. WeBut knowstill it that makes soon us our sad British to think friends we’ll will see welcomethe widow’s us with tears cheers, ; WeFor mournStewart, for Earle,those cutand fromBurnaby our ranks, who fillthe a gallant soldier’s and grave. the brave, AndWe marched hand to forhand Queen in many and officersfights wewherever met our told gallant to go, foe ; WeThe stilllaurels upheld of each on battlefield, regiment byand our leave forefathers them still gained unstained. WillBut statesmencare for those in our who native shed land, their theblood wealthy, in fighting and thefor thegreat, State ; AndBritannia’s ne’er forget shores the to gallantsafely guardmen who and watch keep heron landgreat and and sea, free. A NEW YEAR’S LAY—1886. Caledonia’sAbove thisflag southernis waving land of ours. See herEager sons to for display honour their craving, powers. HearBehold the martial the tartans pibroch waving sounding, fair, WatchTo thereel gracefulor strathspey’s dancers livelybounding air. LAYS OF THE SOUTH, 81 See fairYoung Southland’s athletes ofsons many competing, a size. While• With their hope youthful to gain hearts a valued are beatingprize. GatherOf everyBritons age of and all eachclasses, degree, KindlyCome wives all andthe cheerfulHighland lasses, games to see. In InvercargillGreet every when friend you with meet, friendly hand ; And Belet foundno malice this orday deceit in all Southland. ThenWhen bring filled the bottle,with Highlandlet it pass, mountain dew. WithAnd willing treat hand each pour friend out sincere each glass,and true. And Heardsing that over good all oldthe Scottishworld this song, night: RaiseAnd “ Auld chorus, Lang lads, Syne with ” heartywith voicesmight. strong, A TRUE COLONIST. Be notAnd afraid do not to fearsoil theyour mud hand, ; Far betterThan drone he who of tillsbluest the blood. land And Nordo not worship judge richby outwardattire ; show, The veryWith humblest patriotic heartsfire. may glow And Nordo not sell set your your soul heart for goldon wealth. ; Toil Bebravely honest, on just,whilst and blest bold. with health, To youAnd if greatlyfortune blessshould your be kindstore, HelpNor struggling turn them friends from youyour left door. behind, ThenAnd when Nature the close seeks of to life rest, draws near, It willTo cheer know each you declininglived your year best. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. RICH AND POOR. You Fromwho labour,early dawn weak till and fall weary, of night, WithWith a prospect nought alwaysto make dreary, your future bright. See theHow idle oft sons they of profit pleasure by your toil; LivingAlthough without they stint never or measure, till the soil. See theirIn luxuries hounds you and may horses not revel share ; You Unworthyare on a lower of the level, rich man’s care. WhatAre to throngedthem that with loathsome poor in alleysmany towns? WhatHold care many they thatstarving fertile country valleys clowns? TheyThey have say always their ruledblood the is purestmasses, blue. LuxuriesWork are is' for thea low-born classes— crew. Rise,Unite then, andpatient form sons a steadfast of labour, band ; EachCombine one help your a weaker forces neighbour, heart and hand. You Stillwill risehigher by asself-reliance each year shall run ; ThusTill you labour’s can always rights bid are defiance, fairly won.

THE DYING SOLDIER. Suggested by Poe’s “Raven.” On theSlowly field ebbedof battle his sighingblood away, lay a ebbed youthful away warrior for evermore. dying, LoudNear himartillery rose keptthe din crashing, of battle, on cannons’the cavalry roar rode and dashing, rifles’ rattle, In the airsmashing, the swords shone flashing, down they came and skulls Men Tillwere the into land fury was lashing, drenched everywhere with gore. the blood was splashing— LAYS THE SOUTH. 83 But theFor soldierhis thoughts lying bleeding,away were lay speeding the uproar to the all farunheeding. distant British shore ; WhileShall Ihis when spirit the faintly war is fluttered, ended and these each the duty words been he softlyattended uttered, ButHear the again angel with near exultation him bending, the glad on plauditsthe dying of manthe nation?attending, Sadly answered “ Nevermore.” ShallWhere I see theI joined ancient in collegeyouthful where pastimes, I drank and in I streamsstudied ofclassic knowledge? lore? AndShall shall I often I meet tell the friendsstory how of youth we fought who withfor Queen me sought and glory? after truth? AndEvery shall comrade I hear in the our ringing station cheer and eachas oft ruler we pledgeof the nation.with hearts sincere Still the answer “Nevermore.” ShallIn I thegreet home my kindestwhere 1mother, was born, sister upon dear, my and well-loved manly brother native shore ? Shall I feelmeet her my sweet faithful caresses? Mary, shallmy gentle,I smooth winsome, her golden little tresses? fairy? Shall I knowfeel her such fond loving heart greeting beating inwhilst the joyousthe days hour seem of meeting?all too fleeting? Sad the answer “ Nevermore.” Softly passed the soul away and left the lifeless form of clay, As theAnd angel the upwardbrave young fluttered, spirit slowly, fled to sadlymeet thethis warriorshe uttered— gone before. MarsCurses the on facethe foulof fair ambition creation of witheach blood,grasping rapine, politician, desolation. AndLet theconquerors people ofof eachevery nation station look still on be war loathed with with condemnation, execration, Evermore for evermore.

Do not crave a warrior’s fame, Seek not in blood to write your name ; Better provide mankind with food, And to your fellow-men do good. Man cannot choose the spot of earth On which his soul shall have its birth ; He cannot choose his native place, His creed, his colour, or his race. G LAYS OF THE SOUTH AndThough bigots tyrants with witha bloody unbounded creed greed, ForceMeant brave by Nature men toto fightbe brothers. with others, ATo nobler educate aim and should raise mankind.fill your mind— ToA betterhelp the task downcast your soul and should the weak. seek TillThen freedom’s let your loveflag shallembrace be unfurledthe world, AndOver wareach shall sea, ceaseon every for evermore.shore,

A LOVE SONG. (1887.) IfFor there’s even ina heartmy boyish that never days loved,I-thought that the heart girls is divinenot like ; mine, My youthfullove was heartpure andwith innocent, pleasure beatwithout at each a thought fair maiden’s of guile. smile. AndBut aswith I entered an arm man’s around estate her waistmy spirit my darlinggrew more I’d enfold.bold, AndThen how with I aloved lover’s my ardent own dearwords girl I toldall other my tale maids of love,above. ButThere with are agreat loving troubles wife to in cheer the world, they are and not I have hard hadto bear. my share, ButGladly though I would I never have may shared be rich,my wealthwith love if fate I’ll hadbe content. fortune sent, InBut raiment happier rich far andI would beautiful have mybeen wife had I I would with wealthhave dressed been blessed. ; WhenMy life love would and have wealth been are freer both then combined from troublethis world and isfrom very care, fair. AndThen tomay the life fate close decreed as it bybegan, God still contentedly loving to I’ll the bend. end, CanFor neitherhappiness in thesupreme world be around, found unlessnor in whenthe heaven blessed above with love. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 85 MAN WAS NOT MADE TO MOURN. The earthbirds areis clad singing with gaily, verdure, and and Nature’s perfume face fills is thefair air,; Ji5 WhichSweet flowersshows aand kind many Creator lucious meant fruits man the was bounteous not made earth to mourn. adorn, TheThere’s grape food provides and raiment a cheering in the juice world which enough man for need all notto use. abuse. ThereFor Nature’s is no cause gifts why will heplainly should show toil manwith was age notand made labour to worn, mourn. ButDear far kindly above woman all other has gifts been with given which to cheer the worldmankind is rife, through life ; A livingblessing proof to a our husband’s Maker meanthome, manto every was notchild made that’s to born.mourn. ButAnd tyrant’sbigots with with a abuse bloody of creedpower have have vengenance robbed the soughtpoor and to wreakweak. AndOn those thus whoby cruelty nobly andtried greed to raise man the has downcast been made and to forlorn,mourn. ShallBut well rise I and know fight the triumphantly time shall come for whenwhat islabour wise andin its right, might And allfreedom oppressors and equality yet shall shall feel onman its was flag notbe borne,made to mourn. ON THE UNVEILING OF BURNS’ STATUE IN DUNEDIN. Adam Lindsay Gordonended committed his career suicide in inDunedin. Victoria ; Hay, also a poet, DelayDo something not till athat man will is dead cheer before his heart you seewhile his heworth, is on the earth, ThoughPerhaps statelyhis spirit monuments never feels arise the intribute honour to hisof his fame. name, AndPoor GordonHay, with weary his of poetic his life soul, has has gone perished before hisin histime. prime, AlasThe tender! few poets and theyet gentlehave lived heart a suitslong andnot happythe worldly life. strife. TheWhen jockey Beach who excelled can win in rowinga race mayboats hope crowds for wealthglorified and his fame name. ; AndIt seems very infew Australasian can sympathise lands with that the wealth poetic and brain. muscle reign, I’dI seek rather not think to possess with saddeneda soul that heart knows than not never honour’s think callat all. I’dThan rather pass oftenthrough feel life the and lash end of mystem days misfortune’s a brainless, rod heartless clod. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. PORRIDGE FOR EVER. Sir George Grey addressed a public meeting in Invercargill which I proposedattended. to increaseThe Stout-Vogel the revenue Government by placing dutieswas in on office sago, then,arrowroot, and theyand posals,other articles and in ofthe diet. course Sir of hisGeorge speech was he opposedsaid “ That to theSir RobertGovernment Stout pro-told thehowever, House he where (Sir George)he was thoughtbrought theup porridgepeople lived had givenchiefly Sir on Robertoatmeal high ” ; beennotions. much In accustomed thinking overto broad the Scotch,speech Ibut composed I tried it.this poem. I have not YerGae saft’wa semolinawi’ yer sago an’ cornflooran’ sweet tae arrowroot, boot; TheTae raiseporridge lads o’an’ Scotland lassies sae can sonsie leather an’ thembraw, a’. OnWhause oatmeal claymores an’ whisky an’ bagpipesoor faithers by werefoemen reared, were feared ; IfFood ye searchand drink a’ creation that are ye neverbetter canfor findbody an’ mind. BecauseAn’ look heat wasSir Robertfed upon hoo porridge quickly an’ he brose,rose, An’That we must ken be he’s the a reason. gentleman Sir Georgenever can says blow. it’s so ; ThatThen wouldclap on ruin stiff oor duties laddies on an’fooshionless make them stuffs a’ muffs. LetAs they bannocks did in an’ the porridge past in thefor everland prevailof the Gael.

A POETIC PROPOSAL TO A PROSAIC GIRL. WhenAnd the the birds summer were flowers gaily singing;were springing, WarmedWhen the Waihopi’s sun with placidardent streambeam ; AndWhen Nature all was seemed fair around, attuned above, to love. UponWas seateda bank in a thefair pleasantyoung maid shade; WhoAnd nearloved her with sat ardour, a gallant hope, youth and truth. ForWhen many other novels men hewere had snug read in bed, AndUntil thought he often of times love feltand stupid.little Cupid, ThusSo closer her tohe thelovingly maid headdressed pressed, : LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 87 Mary,Here to darling, thee I younghomage and render. tender, IWhile offer Ithee feel a love’slife’s sweetdevotion. emotion ABe beauteous,the star to sweet, guide myand life—loving wife. BeAnd like let the thy clinging love roundtender mevine, entwine ; LetLike soul the sympathisemagnet with with the soul pole. I’llBe myguard peerless thee with queen a manlyof beauty, duty ; IfAnd thou I will wilt worship promise atto thybe mine.shrine CauseSo if thethy words youthful that cheek from to me blush, gush UponNow let this thy faithful flowing loving ringlets breast rest. Said,The maiden I think gave you doa merry not chaff, laugh, ButSound the to high-flown me something words like you Greek speak ; IfI guessI will you stick want to youme for life.your wife, NowJohnny, buy there’s me a nicemy handsilk bonnet.upon it,

CASTLES IN THE AIR. This is one of my favourite poems. The cattlesummer resting sun is on shining the banks on the enjoy gently the ardentflowing beam stream. ; AndRegardless languidly of their they futurechew theirlot they cuds take with what looks may of calmbe sent. content, TheTheir foals dams, are moreplaying matronly in the fields,with age, enjoying are lying youth stretched and strength at length. ; AndThe prettyeverywhere lambkins the eyeleap can and reach run andthere happy are no seems signs their of strife. life; The corntrees wavesthat crown gently the in slopingthe breeze, banks the adorn grass theis fresh pleasant and scene.green, TheFor thosehawthorn who blossomslove a country and the life flowers the scene shed is perfume very fair. on the air— WhoBut Ilove am to not roam like midst Wordsworth Nature’s works and thewhere poets all isof calm his school,and cool. WhoContent for toa lifegaze of on solitude mountain the peak,haunts on of river, men orforsake, on lake. LAYS THE SOUTH. ButI would I would assist be my where fellow gallant men mento gain are wagingwhat I thinkfreedom’s right. fight, IAnd would aid attemptthe lowly kind to withstandNature’s works aristocratic more fairly pride. to divide, WhereAnd I wouldpatriotic be wherepassions I might are burning find fit hotsubject and forstrong: my song, AndThen glowing I would wordshelp the in flowingpeople’s verse cause should with readyeverywhere pen and be tongue, sung. WhereAnd I wouldI might be find with some kindred fitting souls work where to suit wit the and fertile genius brain reign, ; AndWhere show I might the world study a allworking the laws, man would may stillmake be a trulymodel great. State, ThoughBut there I haveare millions not what in Ithe desire world I’ll not heave half no so useless blest assigh, I. ForBut thoughmanfully not I’ll supremely try to take happy whatever we still luck may is besent; content. IHas know gone that down many to athe man, silent as goodgrave as uncared ever sat for on and throne, unknown. AndHave men passed with through the most life noble without gifts aby chance Nature to given show to what few they could do.

PATRIOTISM. AsNo freeman’slove has beenfor his so placegrand of on birth earth ; HowAnd recordsmen for throughfreedom allfought time and shall fell. tell MadeWe still at revereThermopylae the Spartan a stand, band AndWho forall theirthe Persians country defied,nobly died. ForAnd England’sSwitzerland sake produced brave Hampden a Tell ; fell— AndOn Italy Garibaldi’s sheds lastinghonoured fame name ; WhoBut chiefever offilled all athe patriot’s great andgrave brave ' WallaceHe died tois dearestset my stillcountry to me— free. HowWhen mean I think and on paltry these seem honoured the aims names, AndOf him cares who for only no thinksone but of himself pelf, ; WouldAnd in tryhis toselfishness grasp a andcountry pride side, LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 89 WithoutAnd leave a chancehis fellowmen to get ato home. roam ByMen honest of my toilclass to who act upright,bravely fight AndOh ! ifshow you thewould power only of unite labour’s might; ToIf youraise would New joinZealand with as heart a whole. and soul AndCast letparish it be politics your aim aside, and pride SoTo thathelp ourand State elevate would our farclass surpass ; WhoThat toilfilled with by menweary in heartsolder lands,and hands. AndThen statesmen,we would havestudy more labour’s equal cause laws, WorthyThen this of would men both be a good model and State, great.

THE FAIRMER’S LAMENT. There was a great fall in priceswas of then produce 14s and6d. stock. The duty on spirits ItThese is scarce are awfu’ worth hard oor times while we to areyoke leevin’ up thein'noo, auld plew; ForAne thean’ verysaxpence best oatsa bushel when is threshed nae price oot ava o’ the straw. ToAn’ sellwe oora’ maun sweet agree mulk it for is nosic veryan awfu’ nice like price IAs dinna thruppence ken what a gallon things when may justbe coming fresh frae to noo. the coo, An’They see are to hardly the best worth taties, picking their priceup oot is o’still the waur, glaur ; IfTwa we shillings hawk them a bag aboot we tillscarcely we’re ever maist can in geta fret. WullAn’ fivepence no keep athe dizzen guid forwife oor very bonnie braw fresh on hereggs legs ; UntilShe maun there gang is an withoot unco big ribbons rise in an’ the things price. that are nice An’Baith the the property road rates tax an’sometimes county troublesrates bother us mair. us sair, ItTo is provide awfu’ tofor think the swellshoo we’re leevin’ a’ keepitgran’ indoon the toon. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. IWhen maun I staygang on to thethe fairmtoon Iif hae the little times to dinna spend, mend ; ItFor is twadreadfu’ gallons to o’think mulk we will hae just come pay to for this ae pass.glass. An’If I meetI tak’ wi’ a bita freen dram who to cheerhas come up my frae auld oor heart,pairt, ThroughThey noo thisspoil horrible the guid duty whisky o’ fourteen wi’ something an’ six. they mix,

ODE TO MY WIFE. Though thythe bonniebeauty brownof youth hair is is now now fading mingling away, with grey, AndStill despitethe days all that the arechanges gone I willstill neverlove thee forget, yet. AndOft the wisdom battles by of trials life wehas together full often have been fought, bought. AndYet throughit still gives trouble me andpleasure care Ithat as loving thou arthave my grown, own. ForNot thythy kindness beauty aloneand love made drew thee my dear heart unto first me— to thee. IAnd will when share beauty in thy has pleasure, faded loveand stillfeel forshall thy remain pain ; Though ourwe strengthcannot prevent may forsake our weak us, our body’s sight decay. fade away, AndYet ourour love life isand worth affection living we whilst still may soul control: clings to soul.

SWEET .HOME. WithThough pleasure forth toeach my evening labour I turndaily to may my roam,home—- ForThere nothing love and can affection equal dear my woman’sleisure beguile, bright smile. AndThe friendsdeep in ofmy my heart youth I stillI will cherish never them forget; yet, AndSo gladly come I’llto meetNew themZealand if everto foundthey roam,a sweet home.

LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 91 THE WATER OF LIFE. InAnd the when morning labour of isLife light when to thethe activefuture andseems strong, long, AndThen anall appetitethings seem sweetens so pleasant, the coarsest unknown of fare. is despair. TheBut appetiteas age creeps fails, uponand theus thepowers strength all decay fades ; away, ThenLife is the scarcely prospect worth around living us withseems nothing dismal andto cheer. drear: AndBut kindwith Naturestimulants provides helps forus tothe brighten loss of ourthe powers,hours ; And willa glass make with us afeel friend pleasant, will cheer forgiving, body andand mind,kind. ForTo brighten the Scotchman his leisure, has whiskyand to cheeras water him of in life, strife ; FondlyAnd the thinks Frenchman la belle when France drinking is a countrythe bright divine. sparkling wine. AsTo aEnglish jolly good and draughtGermans of there the light is nothing foaming so beer.dear HasIn the been battle cheered of life by oft the some help poor of some drooping good soulalcohol. AndThen depriveaway with the poorthe rulers toilers who of whiskyplunder and us here,beer. AndWho whowith graspduties all oppressive they can frustratefrom the Nature’s hardworking plan, man.

THE COMING TIME. See, Whenthe dawn the oftoiling day is serfs breaking shall rise ; And Oldto labour’straditions rights shall awakening despise. DoctrinesMen shallfalse thinkno more with believing, judgment cool; BigotsNo sternmore no over more men deceiving, shall rule. Reason’sLabour light shall shall be guidefairly thepaid. masses, No moreMen toilingshall rise on tolike higher asses, grade. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. ThenMen the shallguns ceaseshall tocease wound to andthunder, slay ; No aristocratsIn the happy shall coming plunder day. Men Rightshall helpshall a rule fellow in toilerevery ;land. FearlessWorking of the men grasping shall proudlyspoiler stand. FirmlyAll standaspiring by onesons another, of toil; TreatLet each all meetfellowman on common as brother, soil.

UNSECTARIAN RELIGION. AndMankind he alone are weak,can judge but ourGod state. is great, WhenHe knows our whereweak earthly all our bodiesspirits die.fly EachWe think race thatcame one hither God at made His call;us all, ToThen prophesy seek not man’s with futurea bigot’s state. hate ButTo raise strive the while lowly yet and your outcast; life shall last ThereRemember should it isbe God’s many wise forms plan of man. ActionsBe honest, alone truthful, your soul kind, shall and save. brave, NoIn spiritmortal go canto Godfor youalone, atone. AndOur Godknoweth is gracious, those whowise, humbly and just, .trust; NorHe will cause not the strike innocent for other’sto bleed. deed, RegardSo when the the future hour ofwithout death drawsfear, near AndKnowing as a Fatherthat God treats though each justchild. is mild. I .AYS OF THE SOUTH. 93 ODE TO BRACKEN. After our only meeting. AMy kindred brother soul poet, is dearhail toto thee!me. ThoughLet others losing madly honour, strive love, for wealth,and health; TheOr let phantom a vain pleasureunthinking hotly race chase. AndFor nobleruse the ends poet’s let giftus combine, divine WithTo elevate glowing our wordsfellow andmen ready pen. SingAnd letlovely us inwoman’s our sweetest warmest lays praise. AAlthough higher aimwe dowe notmay write attain, for gain, TheAnd veryshow highest in our typeCreator’s of man plan ByIs he right to' whom divine the shall gift still of belong.song By“Not sordid understood” souls ; let though us agree we may be ThroughTo stand alltogether the changes heart andpast soul, that roll, ToThere show are thatmen instill this divinely fair young planned land WithThat oftenskill tostirs use the the human poet’s heart.art, StillPerhaps with we a poet’snever moreardent may heat, meet, AndI wish joy success and comfort where’er in your you home. roam ; AndMay cheerall you with love sympathetic to you be kind, mind. TO BRACKEN. After reading “ Musings in Maoriland.” WithDear Bracken!pleasure, andI read with your sorrow, book too. through IYour think poetry your isluck often must sad. have been bad ItHad seems passed as ifsome your loved unkind ones fates through the gates, WithAnd left aching you voidhere towithin act youryour part heart. ByPerhaps those sometimes you fondly “ thoughtNot understood that would ” WithCheer tenderwith a looks,sympathetic and accents mind. kind. 94 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. ToOft thosethere whois much have to a causeloving a heart.smart AndWith my all poorthe trials muse thatmay I wellhad be; sad AFor higher oft I tried,station and to triedattain. in vain, AndWhere help I mightto get servethem thebetter people’s laws. cause AndB it oftI had my still frugal to be savings content went, ToStill work had atto uncongenialcultivate the toil— soil. IGood-bye, hope your my book friend, will Ifreely wish sellyou well; TillAnd youhonoured have wealth shall beas wellBracken’s as fame, name. AndI trust heart some to dayheart again responsive to meet, beat. With usfriendly the time grasp will and quickly friendly pass. glass IThough will be others yours—Andrew may be cold Kinross. or cross

(/ "fee, ^ fpfi'/rry-V COMING $ HOME. irrt '/'M//7 / The late Mr Mussen and I visited most of the Southland land district, whenre-valuing we re-valued in each deferredlocality paymentMr Mussen and returned perpetual to lease Invercargill allotments. by train,After posedand I thisdrove poem home. whilst When driving the homere-valuation from Gore. had been completed, I com- AndI’m comingJessie in home our littlewith trapjoyful is heart,trotting my fast own and dear free wife, ; to thee; IFor always whether like overit best hill, of orall dale,when or I amthrough coming the home. bush I roam, AndI saw yet more when fertile all have farms been than compared ours where I still better prefer crops our own—are grown, UponFor five the and humble twenty little years farm of whereonlife together our lotwe ishave cast. passed I carelike anot gently for the sloping bleak bank brown with hills sward where both not closea tree and is seen: green ; IThat like nevera clear floods and pebblythe fertile stream fields with when never summer ceasing melts flow. the snow. AsThere when is nota happy any change youthful in me,pair myforth heart from is thestill churchthe same, we came, May’stAnd,more thou than be sparedhonours, to morebless ourthan home wealth as longI value as Imy have dear life. wife, LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 95 DEATH OF LOVE. ColdPoor isLove his isheart dead! and Poorlifeless Cupid is his has brain. been slain ! ButHe gavenow, a alas! true andhis lovingfaithful days heart are to done. one— HeIt was bore unkindness it long with caused oft a poorheavy Love sigh— to die ; LoveBut slowly, must be surely, met by faded love all ere away, he can stay. DeepWhen is we the have grief loving and very heart keen and the fertile pain: brain AndWhen faith those and we trust love are prove banished cruel andfrom unkind, the mind. APerhaps, kinder heartagain, a poorwarmer Love love may may chance give. to live, AndOn blessed some sweethope yetmaiden faith may again fond may love thrive, revive.

0DE T0 A LADY FRIEND. am in the habit of composing rapidly, but I composed this poem more lyat thandaybreak usual. and Aftercompleted a sleepless it before night breakfast. I commenced to write it Lady!For all theI give kindness my thanks shown to tothee me ; ToThat a oftpoor has poet’s felt misfortune’stender heart smart ThyAnd friendshiphelps his droopinghas been heartvery dear,to cheer. Thy tenderpleasant words, smile, thy thy winsome artless grace,face, MustFor him make who a trulyowns happythee as life his wife. ForBut allstill the for weary others andnot distrestso blest, AndThou makehast thythy kindlyfriendship words very to cheer,dear. IThat thank sent the my good footsteps and gracious to thy Fate gate. WithMy heavy all the heart troubles was thatvery Isad had, AndBut thoumade hastlife oncelightened again allseem my fair care ; ForHad thealso mysterious sent thee troublesways of Fategreat, % LAYS OF THE SOUTH. WhenThus thou stricken could’st by asympathise like decree. with me ToThough meet itmisfortune has always like been a man, my plan WhenTo laugh, oft myto joke,thoughts to seem were so far gay, away. TheAnd sorrowa cold buriedworld deepwould below. never know AndBut sweetfall like are sunshine sympathy from and above love, ThatUpon praysthe weary for comfort stricken and breast for rest. AndOur sorrowswhen we great feel wethe freelytender tell spell WhoseTo sympathising consolation loving seems ear, so dear. IThrough hope our all friendship my future thus life begunshall run. IfCan a poetichelp to ardent make thyprayer life more fair, GrantMay He all tothy Whom fondest our heart’s thoughts desire aspire ; AsMay friend joy andsincere, sunshine as faithful gild thy wife. life, INow hope I willthy facesay farewellI soon shallto thee, see, CheeredAnd for bya timethy friendshipforget my sweetcare and rare. NEW ZEALAND ANTHEM. ToAlmighty Whom God,all creatures who made owe the their earth, birth, ToThy make people New humbly Zealand pray great to andThee free. InMay it maylabour, worth wealth, and honourand wisdom reign, gain, Life’sMay allhighest unite withstandard hand to and attain. brain May casteequal andrights birthright be granted disappear, here, AndTill eachmodest may merit reach may the not noblest fear. sphere, FromProtect foreign and guardfoes for its evermoresea-girt shore; OnMay every peace hill, and on plenty every alwaysplain. reign LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 97 THE WISEST PLAN. Though your dearestfondest hopeslove isare slighted, blighted, UntoAlthough its veryunkindness inmost woundspart ; your heart AndAlthough follow ill to luck the bittermay still end attend; ToYou’ll make find of it life is the bestwisest you plan can. IfPerchance love you you’ll cannot find find it atif homeyou roam— AsThere heaven is such and differencehell are far of apart.heart WithPerhaps tender you’ll heart meet and some feeling lady kind,mind, WithWho’ll sympathy help to lightenand friendship all your rarecare ; LetRegard nothing her assensual you would ever tainta saint, WithThe love manhood’s on her purestthat youholiest bestow, glow. WhoBut if likes you tomeet flirt some whene’er maiden she gay, may, WithAmuse loving her with words, the andsong tender and dance, glance. JudgeBe always for yourselfcourteous, ’twixt kind, right and strong,and wrong: AndThus pleasurecheerfully oft you to othersstill may give. live.

LOVE. What causesis true suchlove? a magicOh ! who spell, can tell AndThat fills thethe veins heart with with liquid warm fire, desire ToAnd make place the her loved on a oneloving all throne?our own And’Tis sweetbow tosometimes woman’s tokindly play rulethe ;fool, WithTo try all to awin lover’s her fondesttender wilessmiles ; ToTill watch her fond the heartlove withinshall overflow. her grow TheWhen soul first is filledwe steal with the highest loving bliss kiss ; AndThen claspround her her in waist a close an embrace—arm we place, LAYS OF SOUTH. AllWhilst our weglowing feel herthoughts warm repeating.heart beating, WhyProud two Science fond neverhearts can so lovingreveal feel; CanNo magnetdraw so ever far, isor sodraw strong, so long, AsAll theother dear maids girl onwe earth truly above. love The lovesoldier of famemay mayfor pleasureglory live give, ; ButThat woman’sever to man’s love lotis bestcan fall.of all IfThose we can who chance love towill love judge too blindlyus kindly.

PHILOSOPHIC LOVE. SomeA fond love ideal but love once, pursue, are always true, NoAnd other if Fate ever keeps fills thetheir heart. lives apart. MayInto suchnot beconstant wise; bestlove toto lovefall, all WithThose charmingladies who ways are andsweet cheerful and kind, mind ; TillBut iflove to oneshall you fill giveits yourevery heart, part, YouThen gaveyou mayyour fivetruest to ruelove the away. day WeAlthough find thatit may ladies seem sometimes very strange, change, WhenAnd modest marriage maidens laws aoft man grow enfold, bold, AndWith oftnagging embitter words married cause life.frequent strife. InLet courting others allbe therecontent is more with fun. one, IfThe you world have iswealth full ofyou ladies need fair,not care, InWherever every landyou you’llmay choosefind a hometo roam, ; TheWhile world you havefor you got isthe very cash fair to ; spare, JoinSo flirt in thewhen revel you and may the get dance. the chance— IfDon’t in thewear silent your hoursheart youupon grieve, your sleeve. ButWhile seem in thethe worldgayest a partof the you gay play. LAYS OP THE SOUTH. 99 CANNY LOVE. WhenAlthough praising some waistspoets writesae unco o’ love,sma, an’I think hauns they sae maunwhite bean’ daft,saft; TheI’d raitherlass can hae dae a abraw guid Scotch day’s warklass, wi’is worthyairms saeo’ astout song. an’ strong— ItWhen seems I comea waefu tae thochtmy hoose tae atthink night, that an’ I ama’ saegrowing dark an’auld, cauld, ThatAn’ hae I maim nae wifeleeve tae a lonely welcome life aftme, maks nae bairnme soor tae an’ ca’ sad. me dad ; I’dTae likelicht tae the get fire, a an’daicent wash wife my claes,tae tidy an’ upkeep the things hoose, clean and spruce; WhaAn’ wore didna her care warking for fal-de-rals, petticoats an’ no wasna’faur below hard hertae knees.please, An’Sae if shethere’s thinks ony that sonsie I wad lass suitwad a likewedding tae getwe amicht man, plan; WeAn’ michtthough get I cannaon juist talk quite o’ love as weelas some as warmer glib poets lovers may, dae. TRUE LOVE. This is the sort of lovedesires I have havealways been desired. gratified. Unfortunately few of my ToIt maylove beas knowntruest ofto thevery true, few WhenTill all two the fondcourse hearts of life shall has beatrun. as one AndWhen scorns man is unworthyhonest, brave, acts andto true,do, WhenHas tender lovely heart woman and sweet gentle and mind kind, ; And filledwhen withsuch lovehearts responsive together beat,meet, WhenThen sweetblushes is Love’spaint thefirst glowing warm embraceface, NoAnd wealthlips meet can lipsbuy suchin fervent perfect kiss! bliss. ThenAnd lovesweetly round on sucheach livesa halo shall throw flow, ; NoThe wishmarriage to break tie shallthe tendercause nochain, pain, No promiseangry word made be be ever ever spoken, broken ; AndBut eacheach shallshall easeshare the in other’severy gain,pain, InAnd days each ofshall trouble fondly or striveof ease; to please TheIf ever heart forced shall by alwaysfate to turnroam to home. ThanMan toneed be blestnot askwith alove higher like this.bliss 100 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. MY OWN TRUE LOVE. NoMy selfishown true or unkindlylove is beautiful, thought butcan betterenter instill her is mindkind, ; SheNo angryalways tear with e’er a lover’s dims warmthher eye, returnsno frown my e’erfond cloudsembrace. her face— NoAnd harsh when reflectionsmisfortunes on press the paston me from she hersweetly I ever tries hear; to cheer— ThroughThough vainlyall the aftermany wealth cares ofI lifestrive she her never love gives I still me retain,pain. WithAnd when truly to sympathetic high and noble heart thoughts she shares my souleach will fond oft desireaspire, ; TheShe makeshalo of this her dull constant and dreary love gildslife seemevery something act of mine. more divine, ItBut was I havea poet’s never sanguine met mydream love that upon gave this my solid love earth—her birth ; DwellsPerhaps only a maid in some so good far-off and land kind, in castles so loving, in the sweet, air. and fair,

ODE TO ANNIE WhenAnnie thoumy love, hadst we won had my to youthfulpart heart; ItThat was kept a stern me fromand cruelmy soul’s Fate true mate. WithinSoon as myI sawheart thy it foundlovely aface. place MyAnd firstthere fond it loveever ishas still remained, retained. WhenHow strongly it shall poet’smeet alove sweet can return burn ; ProsaicHow hearts minds with can love never can know overflow. ForWe met,only oneand brightfelt a purehappy delight, night, I’llYet thinklove ofshall thee only whilst end I havewith breath.death, ThroughShall we futurecommune ages yet as theysoul toroll. soul? InShall some your mysterious fond heart state again divine? be mine A FARMER’S OFFER. Tune: “Wait for the Waggon.” My darling, will you leave the town, give up a barmaid’s life? Will you come up into the country and be a farmer’s wife? I have a tidy little farm, of stock I have a few. If you will come along with me you’ll find some work to do. Chorus. Will you come into the country, will you come into the country. Will you come into the country and be a farmer’s wife? Each morning you will light the fire, and you will milk the cow, And get my breakfast all prepared before I go to plough ; The dishes you will have to skim, the calf you’ll have to feed, And give the poultry and the pigs whatever they may need. The eggs you’ll have to gather up, and put them safe away, Soon after you have wiped them clean, against the market day; The butter you will learn to chum, and how to make the cheese— You’ll always find a little job whenever you may please. You’ll have to leam to bake the bread, likewise to wash and mend, AndAt harvest to the yousheep can and help little to bind,lambs andyou makesometimes the fragrant can attend hay, ; There’s always something on a farm to while away the day. You will have a little garden where you can dig and hoe. And grow the vegetables in many a pretty row ; Then you can pick the ripest fruit, and make the luscious jam— And sometimes you can also cure the bacon and the ham. With a lot of useless learning you’ll never need to cram— Your life will all be practical, and work will be no sham; So if a pleasant country life for you has any charm, Just say you’ll be my pretty bride, and live upon a farm. Answer. IBut thank I think you, thatMr Verdant,for the presentfor the I offerwould you rather have havemade, my trade; IfWhen you youstill havewant gota pretty a buggy, wife, and perhaps a horse I’ll forbe yourme to bride. ride, 102 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. FAREWELL TO THE LINDHURST ROAD BOARD. Tune: “Willie Brewed a Peck o’ Maut.” Sung at a farewell gatheringCounty after theCouncil. Board was merged in Southland We Andoften worked met in to daysserve nowour fellowpast, men. But Themerging Board has will come never on meetat last— again. Chorus. We’vePerhaps met to we’ll drink never a friendly meet again,glass, ThenThe let mountain the bottle dew freely was sentpass— for men. For friendship’sTo have a chatsake andwe meetdrink thisa toast, night We’llIf kindly some ofthink us shouldit is all chance right— to boast. We’llThis leave night our we’U troubles all be far full behind, of glee; No Butgloomy kind thoughts and merry shall shall cloud we the be. mind, ThenAnd here’s here’s to everyto every friend lass is istrue, kind; ThisAnd night auld our lang friendship syne bring we backrenew, to mind. And Here’shere’s to to the Britain’s land we’ve distant made shore,our home ; May Thoughfriendship sundered bind themby the ever salt more,sea foam. A DEMOCRAT’S LAY. II’m feel of forthe eachPeople, one I ofstand the bytoiling my class,mass WhilstWho works those longwho hours,toil not oft have weary the andgreatest in pain— gain. 1I’m strive for theto getPeople for themand uphold more equaltheir laws.cause ; WhenTo sweep all awaythe world the relicswas ruledof the by past, might or caste. YetAnd bypurer the justicePeople shallshall thenthe lawsbe displayed be made, ; AndA true those Democracy who labour throughout shall their shall rights reign, maintain. LAYS OF THK SOOTH. 103 SUCCESS TO NEW AUSTRALIANS. AAnd safe to andthe speedygallant passagemen aboard to the who good seek ship a home“ Royal afar Tar,” FromAnd care Australasian not for the magnates welfare ofwho the monopolise common station the lands, hands. WhereThey go capital to found and a labourersnewer State shall where never all meet have in equal fights. rights, AndWhere each every shall law work shall to recogniseserve the thewhole brotherhood upon the ofnoblest man, plan. AndMay onHe thewho women watches brave o’er andour truelives whosend goblessings with those from theyabove love. • MayAnd happymay they homes never reward rue themthe dayall wherethey leftlove Australia’sreigns evermore shore—

A POET TO HIS LOVE. A recitation composed in response to a request. He: IfLove, thou I wiltwill givegive thymy heart to thee,me ; ThoughStill I canI havelove theeloved dearly before yet; we met, AlthoughThey shall cold-hearted not quench cynicslove’s ardentblame, flame; They cannot keepchain twothe soulshuman apart. heart, AllThen other if you things prize on a earthpoet’s above, love SuchAs very warm few true can love ever to know. thee will flow WithinI’ll place its thy deepest, face withinfondest my part, heart. MyAnd thoughtsthough Ito maythee bewill far ever away stray; I’llAnd be though content I withnever love may and have health wealth ; And loveI will but bury thee all whilst the past,life shall last. IfI knowthou itcanst is a loveneedless for task,me to ask; I hearsee it it in in thy thy kindlygentle eye,sigh, AndThe tendermany well-knownlove for me signsyou feel.reveal ThisMy darling!world ofsince ours thy appears heart divine.is mine, 104 lays of the south. Answer. She: MyAnd dearest, death alonethou hastour livesread shallmy heart, part; WhereverThere I will thou gladly mayst fix chancemy home, to roam, AndWith sharejoy I withhope theeto bear thy thy future name, fame. IShall know yet the cause words many from a heartthee thatto glow flow ; IThan ask beno agreater poet’s blissloving in wife.life A DYING POET TO HIS LOVE. We may desire, even when we have no hope that our desires will be realised. SoSit Idown, may knowmy love, that by thou my artbedside, near whilstand let Ime can clasp understand thy hand, ; AndFor II mustfeel the wish time to thoseis coming I love when my very my lastsoul goodmust night. take its flight, IAnd fondly it might wish bethat conjoined I could with shed minea halo upon round the rollsthy name,of fame ; TheyThe only help tiesto cheer I recognise the drooping are sympathy soul like giftsand love,from God above. WhenMy heart you hassee almostmy spirit ceased leaving to beat, and Ion scarcely the verge draw of mydeath, breath, IThen wish kiss to die me as love I have before lived, my still soul loving away to fromthe last. earth has passed, MyFarewell, deep, mymy true,love, mymy ferventdiarest love girl, no joy words of my can heart ever farewell, tell; NowPerhaps I willwe’ll leave meet, to perhapsGod alone we’ll to love judge in somemy future sweet fate,blissful state.

Poem recited atheld the at first Forest annual Hill gatheringon 1st November, of Southland 1895. Celtic Society, FromCelts! thewho land ever beyond have beenthe sea,free SinceWhere the no hillsvictor were ever raised trod, by God. WhereO’er ten the thousand purple heroes’heather graveswaves. ; InWhere the agrand thousand old poetsGaelic siing tongue. GatherCome from now everyfrom southernhill and dale,vale ; KinshipCome to nevermeet isa brotherforgot. Scot, LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 105 OfHearken brave stillhearts to thatsong neverand tale fail, InWhen the ourgallant ancestors days ofwere old, bold. ComeHear theand piperssee the stout tartans and wave, brave, ToWatch the themusic’s nimble cheerful dancers sound. bound MaidWoman and to matron a Celt welcome is dear— here— MayAs we she mingle cheer in with the dance.kindly glance ComeHere wefrom need Germany no foreign or dance,France— NothingEvery Highlander beats strathspey must feelor reel LetStand us togetherin this southernheart and land hand— LetTill uswe work have for more freedom’s equal laws,cause.

WELCOME TO A SPINSTER’S BALL. WeWho give are ainvited welcome to hereour toball; all S AndWe hopeshow tothat spend modern a pleasant maidens night, can 4*ndPrepare wish without our dance the to aid give of delight,man. AndBut givesstill wethe thinkdancing it greateris the zest,-best, WhenWhose forgallant our partners spirit never we have fails. males AndThough show we thatmay ladies independent can be free,be, WeStill knowgentlemen that woman’sneed not greatest alarm, charm AlwaysIs to be pleasant, loving, kind,good, andand sweet,neat. AndHow nowvery that cheerful we have is ashown ball, to all AndThe bachelorsgive another may for courage our sake. take MaySo now no onewith think merry the dance night and too songlong. 10« LAYS THE SOUTH. TO JESSIE. Jessie was a dark brown mare, which went in saddle, light and heavyher in harness.May, 1897, I bought quite hersound. in March, 1878, when six years old, and sold My AgeJessie, seems though to passwe’re us growing by, old We Fewstill are truelike youand andtough I. as gold, For nearlyTogether nineteen we have changing wrought; years You Norcould know not howshare I myhave hopes fought and fears, AgainstThat a oftenhard piercedand cruel my fateheart; But Andstill weyou helped have doneto build your a part.State, TogetherTogether we havereaped tilled the thehay land, ; The Iplough tilted wasmany guided a day. by my hand, No whipNo spur has evere’er markedpierced youryour hide,flesh, FromWe many always a lonesome ended fresh.drive or ride PoorWho Mussen with now us tookis in a hispart; grave, We Andhelped cheered full many up many a home a heart. to save, May Toyou make be spared our light for manytrap afly year ; Old -Althoughmare! to meyou you often still shy. are dear, PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. No mortalNo one knows can tell how where we came we shallhere, go ; Man’sAll origin is mystery is never here clear, below. If thereWho ismade a God all abovethings usupon His plan ; SurelyHe such speech a God and must reason love gave us, to man. XjAYS op the sooth. 107 Was ButI once then another possessing creature, this same soul? Had VeryI other different form as and a whole? feature. WhyBecause should oneI be man damned broke for God’s ever command ; ReasonIn thetells clear such light doctrine of truth never can stand. ThereThat is noothers justice must in forthe mecreed atone ; No GodFor whator man is shoulddone by ever me bleedalone. ThenThan to prepare the dull for life something that I lead higher here, My Thoughsoul, still all hoping,the future will be aspirenot clear. For Bysuch doing a future what I’ll I thinkprepare is right; No mortalBut I willshall search dictate for totruth me, and light.

THE BEST FEDERATION. This poem took 1st prize at Gore Industrial Exhibition, 1896. SonsLong of toil weary why hours will fromyou yearlabour, to year? EachStill regardless seeking of his his ownneighbour, course to steer. WhyThe produce varied in products vast profusion of the soil? WhyThus indulge you the will fond profit delusion, by your toil? EachUpon machine some that labour-saving is invented plan ShouldAnd make lighten workers all the more cares contented, of man; WhyAnd then turn will eachyou blessingkeep on toslaving. a curse? WhyOnly for landto swell and another’slabour craving, purse? LAYS OF THE SOUTH. ThousandsEmployment now are seeking, poor andfinding needy, none; All becauseAnd care some not arefor tooeach greedy, weaker one. IgnoranceStill keep and mensuperstition, toiling through long years ; ShakeAnd off banish every allold your tradition, foolish fears. You Thenhave usepower, your and votes, you andhave use numbers, your brains ; Rise Supportup workers no idlers from with your your slumbers, gains. JudgeRespect men only them on fortheir the merits, good they do ; CareIf not he whatis selfish a man and inherits, untrue. FellowAll workers join to ofelevate each nation,your state— That’sThat the is noblestthe aim federation,so truly great. ShortenThus still there the will hours be workof labour, for all, ThusAnd each thus will obey assist true his reason’s neighbour call.

SOUTHLAND PIONEER’S SONG. « Recited at Southland Pioneers’ Social, 1st January, 1897. AndTo-night view we the cast past all with care honestaside, pride; ThatFor weshall have be helpedglorious to and build great. a State Chorus. WhoThen knewhere’s itto inSouthland’s its early yearsPioneers, ; WhoAnd here’skindly to helped every awoman Pioneer. dear, FullWe wereoft we not waded stopped through by thebog mud, or flood. WeEre foundbridges our had way the throughoutrivers spanned, the land. LAYS OF THE SQUIB. 109 WeFor summer’swanted only dust, plain and winter’sattire ; mire, NoBut shamswe were or luxurieshonest, webrave, knew, and true. FromWe sought which to we make would a pleasantnot need home,to roam ; OfAnd hardship faithful andwoman of homelybore her fare. share TheGone bushare thehas tussocks,yielded to fern, the andaxe ; flax, AndWe’ve fertile flocks fields and herdsof waving on hill grain. and plain, MayNow allthat be our bright days whilst of toil life are shall past, last, AsMay lovers woman dear, ever or cheerhappy our wives. lives LetOur usnumbers be friends lessen while year we by are year here, - WithAnd maysong, we and many chat, an and evening social glass.pass ThenThat fillmakes the usglass still whilst feel youngyet we andmay, gay. And givedrink the to toastSouthland’s with ringing Pioneers, cheers.

FAREWELL. Must our dream of love be ended, And may we meet no more? It is well hearts can be mended, As they were healed before. It wasAnd thy made kindness me think reached of mythee; heart, It willWhen be verythou hardmust togo partfrom me. Before the day begins to break My thoughts to thee will flee ; And often as I lie awake I fondly think of thee. 110 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. Through all the labours of the day Of uncongenial toil, Still memory to thee will stray As I may till the soil. I care not what the world may say Whilst thou art kind to me, And gratitude my heart will sway Wherever 1 may be. Farewell to thee, dear little friend Thou shalt not be forgot; May every blessing thee attend, May happy be thy lot.

MY LOST LOVE. Tune: “Darling Nelly Gray.” It wasThey on tooka sunny my day,pretty when girl allaway Nature’s from me;face was gay, ThoughFor wenevermore may be herfar lovingapart I face will I’ll wear, see. her in my heart, Chorus. !/ ■ ^ It wasThey on tooka summer from daythe pleasantthat they river took shore my love; away, And Thoughthough I 'maynever rue see the my day, darling for herany happinessmore. I’ll pray, My loveWhen was with both an kind arm andaround sweet, her and in theit made dance my ; fond heart beat I willShe think gave upon me ofteach a nightloving when tender with glance. innocent delight May She’llshe always keep acheerful place for be, me though within she her is awayheart. from me. But IThough will not cruel tell Fateher name, has forced I will usshield now my to lovepart. from blame, ThenMay may she all haveher future every lifecomfort be free in fromher home care ;and strife, But Howevermy kindly far little away pet from I never her willI roam. forget, LAYS OF THE SOUTH. GOD SAVE THE PEOPLE. GodFrom save vice theand people ignorance is the Lord song set for them me, free, TeachTo help them the tohelpless, love the fearless right ofand the hate strong. the wrong, MayBless lovefair ofNew country Zealand with with the ayoung lasting increase; peace, WeAnd praystatesmen Thee grantwho will us servegood andthe People'sequal laws, cause. BlessUnite theGreat old Britainland from with which the nationsour country young sprung, AndTill meritall shall only have is anwhat equal men chance shall to prize,rise. May gunswar noand longer cannon fill yet men’s be laidhearts aside, with pride ; LetWe itall beare known children wherever of the self-sameman has God.trod

POEM FOR HIGHLAND SOCIETY OF SOUTHLAND. Recited at the first annual gathering, held on 12th November, 1897- TogetherTo show thatin this for southernour native land land we our Highlanders hearts still now warmly meet, beat; InNo whichother thelanguage glory ofspeaks the pastto usby likemany the bards old Gaelicis sung. tongue We’UWhen singwith againthe echothe goodof their old cheerssongs bythe ourvery forefathers rafters rung; sung, We’llHow totell defend again theirthe stirringhills and tales dales that the we gallant as boys clansmen were taught— fought. ThatWe value often still on thethe battlefieldkilt and plaid by bloodyby many swords heroes were worn, torn ; ThatWe love led ourto hearancestors the martialto fight, strains who conqueredwhen loud or thewho bagpipes fell swell, WhoWe welcome chanced hereto draw with the friendly breath hand of life those in south, others or not east, so orblest, west; WeThough know southern good men ears are may sometimes not enjoy bom the upon bagpipes’ the Lowland pleasant plains, strains. WithoutMay kindly her womanpresence join happiness our ranks can neverto make be completeour warm ; hearts beat, MayAnd sendshe jointhe inhot each blood Highland through dance,our veins strathspey, till young schottische, again we andfeel. reel, 112 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. AndThen here’shere’s toto Southland’s Scotland’s newerHighland land hills where where now oncewe have we usedour home;to roam, May lovethey ofremain them asunite in theour past hearts the whereverfreest of wethe mayfree. be— NoThen music fill thelike bagpipes, them e’er blowis heard them upon loud, this true earthly Highland sphere hearts ; to cheer, MayAnd fillHighlanders the glass suchwith blessingsScotland’s know drink until ip which the world we pledge shall end.each friend,

THE AMERICAN CARRIAGE FACTORY BUSINESS. A prize of ten shillings was awarded for this poem. IfThen you Mathieson want to buy can ashow daisy you is veryone, lightthe bestto draw, you ever saw ; TheIt is motionthe very is nicestboth thinglight toand drive smooth out withas on your the girl.roads you whirl. Chorus. ForThen Mathieson if you want makes to buy every a trap sort,' you even need to nota jaunting travel far, car. ThenBut if Mathieson you want acan larger make trap, you toone suit on amany family a man,different plan, WithQuite shaftsstrong orenough pole, forwith any brake road, or yethood, elegant in everything and neat. complete, HeAn omnibus,builds upon a waggonette, his own design, and everyand neversort of needs coach, to poach ; WheneverThat Mathieson you may can wantmake a you trap one sure just you suited will alwaysto your find mind. IfFor anyone everywhere should hisdoubt traps these were facts, shown he’ll he prove always what won he themay day say, j TheWherever many anyprizes show he receivedwas held will he provealways his would work contest,is best.

THE BRIDE’S REQUEST. WhenBefore I was I marriedin my faither’sthee, hame, I hadAn’ each freens comfort tae chatI could wi’ name,me ; Sae Min’if thour’t that Igaun wait oot for thethee, nicht, Thy Thour’tcoming maksa’ the a’warl things tae seemme. bricht LAYS OP THE SOUTH. 113 Chorus. Sae An’min’ dinnaI’m sittingstay oot a’ latemy ;lane, I haenaIt’s wearisomeeven got a tae wean, wait. I wantI dinna tae meet want thee tae wi’greet, a smile, Sae Whaeverdinna let thouthem mayst thee beguile,meet; But An’just dinnacome quicklytry me backsair, tae me. I wantWhar tae a’mak is abricht hame an’ for fair.thee THE ROSE OF LILLBURN VALE. Tune: “The Rose of Allendale.” settlement.I dined atResiding a farmhouse with herin an parents extremely there lonesome was an situation,accomplished outside young of Ilady felt who sorry was for cut her, off and from next society, morning amusement, I composed and this the poemamenities in the of hopelife. thatfelt gratefulit might for help a poet’sto cheer sympathy. her lonely life. I was pleased to learn that she Fair Sweetis thy Roseface, ofand Lillburn hard thy Vale lot, : ConfinedThy inspirits this oftsequestered may fail. spot If I Andwas thouonly wouldstyoung and share free, my lot, I’d bearTo some thee morefar away cheerful with spot. me I’d fondlyAnd list gaze to uponthy sweetthy charms,voice ; I’d guardAnd givethee theesafely all in thymy choice.arms. I’d tellWith thee winning of a poet’s words love of mine ; I’d prizeAnd theegive myall theheart world for thine.above AlthoughOr offer I cannotlove to give thee, my hand, I knowThat that heart thou to canst heart understand may flee; I hopeTo thatsometimes it may think cheer of thy me— lot For Whereverkindness needwe may not be. be forgot 114 LAYS OP SOUTH. was Theexpected Hon. Johnto preside McKenzie, at the chief annual of the meeting Gaelic Societyon August of New 26, Zealand,1898. I secretary.composed thisAs poemit was for not the convenient occasion forand thesent chief a copy to attend,to Mr McLeod,the poem hon.was Septemberrecited by 7,Mr and McPherson I was thanked at the for monthlyit. meeting of the Society on OurIn fair gallant Dunedin Highland now wechief meet, to greet; AndEach webrother have Highlandercome from tohill hail. and dale ThatWe come thrills to ourhear hearts the Gaelicwhenever tongue, sung; ThatWe come cover to hearts see the both tartans true wave,and brave. ThenIn warlike loudly strains let the that bagpipes we love swell well; ThatWhen ledfoemen our countrymenyielded to theirto fight, might. WillAnd womanjoin us dear,in each with Highland kindly danceglance, ; WhenAnd young joining again in strathspey we all will and feel, reel. SometimesThe clansmen upon still the hadHighland many hills, ills ; WasAnd manycleared a peacefulof gallant Highland Highland glen men. ToAnd leave oft oura place kinsmen for sheephad toand clear deer, InAnd other had landsacross to the find sea a home. to roam. ButThe Highlander,here in this withfair southernwilling hand, land FromMay findwhich a pleasanthe’ll never peaceful need tohome, roam. WillFor hereshare we our have joy a andHighland cheer chief—our grief; HisThough heart but with a shepherd Highland from fervour the hillsthrills. ThenNo true-born rally round Highlander the Highland will lag flag, WhenFor beauty, duty callscountry, on him and to the fight right. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 115 POEM FOR SECOND ANNUAL GATHERING OF THE HIGHLAND SOCIETY OF SOUTHLAND. Held on September 30, 1898. AnotherAnd Highlanders year has withpassed heart away and and hand once their again countrymen we meet, will greet, AndThe HighlandCelts have heart come andfrom Gaelic Forest tongue Hills ; arethough everywhere different the in same.name WhenAnd now pipes we shall have play, a Highland and tartans band, wave, the bestthen ineverything all the land. is grand, WhoAnd marchingSouthland’s stately might at andtheir dignity head leadscan everywhere the drum-major uphold. bold, TheOur manchief whoshall serves ably fillthe thepeople’s chair causethough deserves risen from the people’sthe ranks— thanks ; ForThat here every we man,have ifa blessinggood and great, true, ahas privilege got a chancewe prize, to rise. The poet’sHighland words patriot shall reachand bard the heartshall liveas they for haveevermore done ;before, AndHow oratorsin the recordswith glowing of the wordspast our shall gallant tell the race tales arose. in prose, And Highlandbards shall hearts sing shallthe goodwarmly old glowsongs to we hear heard the Gaelicwhen wetongue were ; young. AndTo clasp we willour showhands, the and Lowland join with men us that in sharing they are Highland welcome cheer. here, AndWhen after manly all heartsthese joyswill aregladly passed yield shall to woman’s come the pleasant best of thrall;all, TooAnd quicklyall our cares all the shall night be forgotwill pass when when cheered mingling by beauty’s in the glance.dance. ForAnd Dargai’sif we choose hills to and blow Egypt’s our pipes plains we tohave all athe right world to blow,can show AsThat when Highland they drove arms theare Romansjust as strongback inand famous Highland days heartsof old. as bold LOOKING BACK. MyAlthough heart shallI now never am growgrowing too oldcold, WhenWith warmestwoman speakspleasure a lovingto be word.stirred, ForStill everyin my sweetheart thereand lovelyis a place face, LikeThat gleamsbrightened of sunshine all my lifefrom with above. love, 116 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. FarBut memoryoff are some,will a andhalo some shed are dead, AroundAnd love them, shall whilstonly end I drawwith mydeath. breath, ButThat one ought fair toface fill I thescarce foremost can trace place ; AndMy love remnants was very of ithard linger to kill,still. AppearsClearest allmy otheryoungest forms kindest above love, WhoWith cheeredwords of me sympathy through andunhappy praise. days FondSo long memory as I may will chance pleasure to livegive, ; WhoTo think cheered of those my heart, so sweet inspired and kind,my mind.

PRAYER. AlmightyWho oft hathGod! shownWho thatmade Thou mankind, art kind. WereThe bounties all created given by Thyto many hands. lands WeAnd seewhen Thy we greatness cast our in gazethe sky.on high AndWe feelin Thythat goodnessThou art humbly wise and trust. just, ToEnable view us the whilst future we without are here fear, ByAnd doing following all the Thy good creative we can plan. BlessCheer allthem the in friends sorrow that and we distress possess, ; AndMay alwaysvery happy free frombe each angry life, strife. WeBless humbly this young ask that land Thou in which wilt wegive live. WhereTo it a truthfuture and clear reason and bright,shed their light. SHOF^T POEMS, SE|MTIME^TS; JOTTIHGS, etc.

TO MY BROTHER ON HIS GOING TO SEA, 1845. ThoughStill raging I’ll think seas ofbetween thee, brother. us roar ThoughStill I I’llshould think never of thee, see theebrother. more ThoughStill II’ll be think laid ofon thee,bed brotherof death And I’lltill everI draw think my of latest thee, breathbrother. BEFORE PROCEEDING ON AN EXCURSION. NoWake, heavy boys, clouds wake, need for cause the usmorn fear, is clear, AndThe sunwe’ll shines enjoy bright our dayon ocean’sof rest. breast, Wake,Although boys, the wake, wind thoughblows theharder morn yet; is wet, ThoughStill let uswaves rise dashabove into the everystorm. form, TO MY WIFE, 1855. AndModesty all thyadorns actions thy beauteousare replete face, with grace. RareYoung are Mary thy Ann,virtues, my happyown beloved be thy wife. life, TOASTS. Here’sWho health excels to alldear the woman treasures so ofcharming art ; and fair, No pictureFor she nor has statue a warm with loving her canheart. compare, 118 LATS OF THE SOUTH. WhoHere’s would health scorn to the to mando aught who thatis honest is mean, and true, WhoseAnd virtues these arefew many, to good-fellowship whose failings lean. are few, Here’sAnd to worksthe man for who others’ tills thegood land, ; , WhoAnd guides fills thethe ploughworld with food.skilful hand. Here’sTo toguard the manhis home who’ll so bravelydear. fight Who’llA gallantstrive for volunteer. freedom and for right, OrShall shall we we not rear seek a torace rise of serfsabove on a fairlife Newof constant Zealand’s toil? soil? OrShall shall local we works not more and noblylittle thoughtsserve our fillcountry each elector'sas a whole? soul? IsKeject not emblazonedno scheme becauseon the rolls the ofauthor’s fame ; name SneersBut judge oft assaileach theplan wisest with ofan mankind. impartial mind: Had theythey never never squandered borrowed badly.madly, NorWe hadfresh never taxes known many depression,a session. ItTo isearn so sadtheir that food in menthis worldwork longof ours weary hours, ReceiveAnd those but who little; cultivate others the get yielding the spoil. soil OverAnd tellhis thewine farmers some theoristwhat they will ought blow to grow ; AreBut thoseall the that blossoms grow uponthat ahe ruddy ever nose.grows ThatWe still those are who governed have theupon power the sametake oldall theyplan, can; AreAnd oftenthose whofleeced toil of but most do nottheir use hard-won their brains gains. Awake,Nobody Cockatoo cares ! whatArise, will Cockatoo happen ! to you ; CapitalMuch plunders of the or trouble labour stillblunders, falls upon you. LAYS OF THE SOUTH. 119 And ClapsParliament, a taxation, too, ison heavypoor Cockatoo,to bear; Do notSee act that like you sheep, ask whatbut wake is honest from andyour fair. sleep, LetBut themI sing sing of ofa thebanner, banners, the theemblem emblems of right.of might, ThoseOf a flag who that seek is notworthy to kill, the butgallant to help and andbrave, to save. TO MY WIFE ON HER RETURN FROM DUNEDIN. NowThen drinkcome andyour place toddy your up, hand my wife,in mine till and tongue sit down is loose close and to freeme, ; ForAnd welltell meI know all that by pleasedyears of you care most you whenearned you your were holiday. far away, ManAnd tomay act think, on his he plans may he plan, may whatseem histo befuture free ;shall be, AndBut Fateno efforts often todecrees rise over that luck the canwisest prevail. shall fail, ’TisWhen better bravely to have fighting fought for andthe rightlost than there’s never honour fought in theat all,fall; WeSo though fight not we withoften the lose arms the thatday, kill,we still but may with fight the tongueagain. and pen. IAnd know labour the timewhich is createscoming allwhen wealth the reignshall ofget might its share has passed,at last; WhenBut legislators caste and thencapital shall combined aim to noserve more the shall people’s make cause. the laws, AndThen let let ourus inlaws this no fair more young be framedland strive for capitalfirmly forand the might; right, ButAnd letshow us thelend world a helping that handwe can to ruleevery upon struggling the wisest man plan. A COUNTRY LASS. ThereAs nice is aa lassbonnie as onycountry lad needlass whaever leeveswish tae no see.faur frae me, TheTwa rosescoral bloomlips sae upon temptingly her cheeks, enclose like herlilies pretty is her mou. broo, SaeAn’ cheerfullyyet she looks she does sae herunco wark weel in whenhoose, dressedor field, inor brawbyre, attire. An’She insweetly the dance sings shethe tripsguid aroonauld sangs sae Kchtly that aye an’ are sae dear free. tae me, 120 LAYS OP THE SOUTH. WRITTEN ON A NEW YEAR CARD SENT TO A LADY. Still Andmay mayyou thrive,you happy though be ;ninety-five, WhenMay it isyou o’-er be fullspared many to moresee.

COMPOSED AT LAKE WAKATIPU. WhereSome may each sing work ot ofour Nature mountains, of grandeur our forests, partakes and ; lakes, ButIs the the charming sight that young is sweetest lady andwas fairest dancing to seewith me.

COMPOSED AT GREENVALE STATION. AndLet otherslet them scale boast the of mountain climbing top,feats, the I noglacier, such honoursand the seek.peak, ItI careis on nota gently for the sloping steep bank hillside that whereI would fleet find merinosa home. roam—

TO A YOUNG LADY FRIEND. AndWhere busy fair commerce Dunedin Cityfills thestands streets around throughout Otago Bay, the live-long day. WhoseThere dwells kindly a words maiden and bright pleasant and smilesfair, somay charming steal the and heart so gay,away. AndMay mayhealth she and never happiness trouble attend know dearas maiden Annie orall as through wife ; life, AndMay Igracious will still Fate remember bestow her, on herthough whatever we may makes never life meet. sweet. IlkaAuld year identities maks noothem are less, fast like passing the sun awa’, melts the sna. YoungO’ bonnie folk auld are Scotland,noo rising for wha New ne’er Zealand’s mention their the hame.name An’Aid theysune singthey’ll na forgetthe sangs a’ the that guid oor Scottishforefaithers tongue sung, , ButAn’ theylike foreignersdance na thelanguidly strathspey roon or aboot lichtsome wheel. Scotch reel, LAYS OF THE SODTH. 121 I’dThan rather any hearof those the foreigngood old airs songs by primaI heard donnas when sungI was ; young IThe like grand to hear old landa Scotchman where I wassing bornAuld will Scotland’s still remembered hills for me,be. ThoughSo letmistakes us make we of may life regretthe best yet we it doescan ; no good to fret, ThoughAnd we show may that be outwe ofcan luck always let us be meet a man. our fate with pluck,

COMPOSED FOR A FRIEND, ON THE DEATH OF A RELATIVE IN ENGLAND. I’mWhen dwelling it is summertime very distant with from thee, the we land have where the winterI was born,morn ; InAlthough thy time between of tribulation our bodies my therespirit areflies many to thee. leagues of sea IAnd join I theethink in upon thy mourningthe spirit forthat the to dearspiritland one who has isfled dead, ; IMay pray it tocheer our theeCreator in thy to sendanguish, comfort this untosympathy thee, from me. WithinThough myabsent heart still it Iholds see thya place. face, AndFull memorymany things brings that back tell to ofme thee. ThenIf trouble let thy ever thoughts comes torevert thee, to me ; AndThat it I maywill comfortnever be thee unkind. to find Girl Andof my nevermore heart, though may meet we must ; part, WhilstWhen life heartsshall lastresponsive I’ll love beat. the past,

TO A POETESS. WithAlthough truly I sympathetichave not seen love thy I facegive yetto theestill withina part. my heart IThough feel those bodies loving may words be far of apart, thine inspring spirit from we cana nature meet. sweet, 122 LAYS OF THE SOUTH. FAREWELL. Readers,May be deemedfarewell, worthy I hope of my your lays praise. IAnd always in my practise Lays Iwhat sought I preach, to teach ThatAnd wasman notto manmade is tobrother wound still, or kill; SoStill others those shallwho toilnot shouldfilch their use theirgains. brains, NewAnd cultivateZealand’s a sonsstrong should desire all aspire WhereTo make all their men countryshall more great equal and be. free, IYet value still kindly all other woman’s things love.above, SheHas oftencheered has my been heart, sweet inspired and kind, my mind. With1 hope a thatsweet I maidmay sometimeswhose tender dance glance ThoughWill show all toomy late words for Cupid’shave reached dart; her heart, IsStill pure she andmay true feel asa poet’sheaven love above. NoAs lifemore began a lover, so lifestill shalla friend end, ; WouldHeart maysoil the meet virtue heart of awithout saint. a taint.

John Ward & Co., Pri.vi s, Invercai New Zealand.