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Parent of this deep stream, this awful flood 

 That at thy feet its tributary mud, 

 Like the famed Indian or Egyptian tide. 

 Doth pay, but direful scatters woe beside — 

 Vast Austral Giant of these rugged steeps, 

 Within whose secret cells rich glittering heaps 

 Thick-piled are doomed to sleep, till some one spy 

 The hidden key that opes the treasury : 

 How mute, liow desolate, thy stunted woods, 

 How dread thy chasms where the eagle broods, 

 How dark thy caves, how lone thy torrents' roar 

 As down thy cliiFs precipitous they pour, 

 Broke on our hearts when first with venturous tread 

 We dared to rouse thee from thy mountain bed. 

 Till, gained with toilsome step thy i-ocky heath. 

 We spied the cheering smoke ascend beneath, 

 And, as a meteor shoots across the night. 

 The boundless champaign burst upon our sight. 

 Till nearer seen, the beauteous landscape grew, 

 Opening like Canaan on rapt Israel's view." 



In 1865 there died in Bathurst, in the 37th year of his 

 age, one of the most brilhant men in the British dominions, 

 a marvellous writer and speaker, a politician of great fore- 

 sight. Truly an ill-fated son of genius, destined, like many 

 of the sons of song, to perish in " loneliness, want, and pain." 

 He, like his friend and countryman Dalley, was an 

 omnivorous reader, having in his more prosperous days at 

 his house at Woolloomooloo a choice and extensive library, 

 containing rare editions and choice collections of the works 

 of Latin and Greek classics, as well as of the best French 

 and Italian authors, rich also in Enghsh poetry, polemics, 

 history and the drama. Wide in his literary excursions, 

 faultless in memory and quotation, brilliant in execution, 

 popular, patriotic, accredited ! AVhy should such a man 

 fail? Why perish in his prime? Alas! 



The name of Sir James Martin, late Chief Justice of New 

 South Wales, is one which could not be passed over in any 

 record of the literary personages of the day. This remarkable 

 man was not born in Austraha, but as he was brought to 

 Svdney in his infancy, there received the whole of his educa- 

 tion, and never quitted it afterwards, he may be regarded to all 

 intents and purposes as an Australian. In common with 

 Sir John Robertson, William Forster, Deniehy, and other 

 men of mark, he received the more important part cf his 

 education at the Sydney Grammar School, then known as 

 the Sydney College, and under the headmastership of Mr. 

 T.W. Cape, the Arnold of New South Wales. We find 



