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# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Salvado, Right Rev. Rosendo

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​Salvado, Right Rev. Rosendo, D.D., O.S.B., ex-Bishop of Victoria (or Port Victoria), Northern Australia, in the province of Sydney, was consecrated on August 15th, 1849. On March 12th, 1867, the Abbey Nullius was formally constituted at New Norcia, W.A., by Pope Pins IX., and Dr. Salvado elected first Lord High Abbot of the Benedictine community at New Norcia, where he resides and conducts a remarkable mission to the aborigines. He is the only mitred abbot in Australia. Bishop Salvado, who was born at Tuy, in Spain, was permitted by the Pope in 1891 to resign the bishopric of Port Victoria, and is now Bishop of Adrana in partibus.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Russell, James George

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​Russell, James George, S.M., entered the public service of South Australia in March 1878, and in August 1889 was appointed Commissioner of Insolvency and stipendiary magistrate at Adelaide in succession to Mr. Stuart. He is also Commissioner of Taxes and Commissioner of Stamps without salary.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Ryan, Charles Snodgrass

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​Ryan, Charles Snodgrass, M.B., C.M., was born on Sept. 20th, 1853, in Melbourne, Vict., and educated at the Church of England Grammar School, and subsequently at the Melbourne University, as a student of medicine; afterwards he proceeded to Edinburgh, where he graduated in medicine and surgery, and took the degrees of M.B. and C.M. He then travelled on the Continent and studied medicine in France, Austria, and Italy. In Sept. 1876 he entered the Turkish service, and was forthwith sent to Nisch, where he was placed in charge of a large hospital during the Servian war. He was afterwards sent to the Orchanie Balkans in charge of 3000 Turkish soldiers, and from there was ordered to march to Widdin, although still suffering from a severe attack of dysentery. He reached that place in ten days, having nearly died from exhaustion on the road. Whilst in Widdin he was present during nine bombardments. From Widdin he proceeded with Osman Pacha to Plevna, which he gained after marching for three successive days and nights, and was present at the first battle of that memorable conflict, being the only doctor on the field. He was in the Turkish ranks at the great action of July 31st. On Sept. 8th his horse was shot under him, and his attendant killed by his side, whilst riding into one of the Turkish redoubts, which was about to be attacked by Skobeleff. At the battle of Gravitza he entered one of the redoubts captured by the Turks from the Russians, and on the Turks, in their turn, being expelled from this redoubt, Dr. Ryan was the last to leave it, which he did leading his horse, on which he had placed two Turkish soldiers whose legs were broken. In this plight he returned to Plevna, a distance of six miles, for the first two miles of which he was exposed to a very heavy fire. He next accompanied the expedition to Loftcha. On Oct. 18th he left Plevna for Constantinople, and was sent to Erzeroum as head of an ambulance. Here he remained four months in charge of a hospital. During this period the city was besieged by the Russians for six weeks, and for four weeks Dr. Ryan was suffering from a severe attack of typhus, which disease carried off twenty-two out of thirty-six surgeons in Erzeroum, more than sixteen thousand Turkish soldiers dying from it and from dysentery. For his services during the war he received the order of the Medjidie of the fourth class, the order of the Osmanieh of the third class, and the war medal. Dr. Ryan married on July 5th, 1883, Alice Elfrida, daughter of the Hon. Theophilus ​J. Sumner, M.L.C., of Stony Park, Brunswick, Vict.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Salomons, Hon. Sir Julian Emanuel

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​Salomons, Hon. Sir Julian Emanuel, M.L.C., Q.C., only son of Emanael Salomons, of Birmingham, England, merchant, entered at Gray's Inn in Oct. 1858, and was called to the Bar in Jan. 1861. On Dec. 17th in the following year he married Louisa, fourth daughter of Maurice Salomons, of Lower Edmonton, Middlesex. Having emigrated to New South Wales, he was called to the Bar of that colony, and practised with much success before the Supreme Court in Sydney, being made Q.C. He was Solicitor-General in the Robertson and Cowper Ministries from Dec 1869 to Dec. 1870; and in 1886, on the retirement of Sir William Manning, he was offered the position of Chief Justice of the colony. Of this post he in the first instance intimated his acceptance; but, on reconsideration, ultimately decided to decline it, owing to the hostile attitude of one or more of the puisne judges. From Jan. 1887 to Jan. 1889 Mr. Salomons acted as Vice-President of the Executive Council and representative of the Parkes Government in the Legislative Council. In June 1891 he was knighted, and in Oct. following was appointed Vice-President of the Executive Council and representative of the Dibbs Government in the Legislative Council.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Sanderson, Frederic James

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​Sanderson, Frederic James, S.M., J.P. is the son of Francis Sanderson, formerly of Killingworth House, Newcastle-on-Tyne, and afterwards of South Australia. ​He was born at Newcastle-on-Tyne in July 1834, and emigrated in 1852 to South Australia, where he entered the Civil Service as a clerk in the Treasury in June 1854, and was appointed secretary to the Lands Titles Commissioners in Dec. 1862, secretary to the Attorney-General in Dec. 1870, acting Under-Secretary and Government statist (in the absence of Mr. Boothby) at the Paris Exhibition from Jan. 1878 to June 1879, and collector of customs and chief inspector of distilleries in July 1879, and a special magistrate. He is also Chairman of the Marine Board of South Australia, registrar of shipping, and chief inspector of kerosene. He married on July 1st, 1856, Sarah, daughter of William Younghusband and Louisa Cecilia his wife.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Russell, Lieut.-Col. Andrew Hamilton

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​Russell, Lieut.-Col. Andrew Hamilton, sometime Minister for Native Affairs, New Zealand, comes of a Scotch family, and was formerly lieutenant-colonel in the 58th Regiment. Having taken part in the Maori wars, he purchased land in the Hawke's Bay district of New Zealand, and for some time resided in the colony, being for several years a member of the Legislative Council, and from Oct. 1865 to August 1866 Minister for Native Affairs in the Stafford Ministry. He married Miss Eliza Ann Howlett.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Russell, Very Rev. Alexander

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​Russell, Very Rev. Alexander, D.D., Dean of Adelaide, was born in 1825 and educated at the High School and University of Edinburgh, where he was a prizeman in four subjects. Dr. Russell spent two years at Trinity College, Dublin, and took orders in the Church of England in 1850, in which year he was appointed curate of Emsworth, Hants; and having held other similar preferments, accepted the incumbency of St. John's, Adelaide, in 1855. Dr. Russell became incumbent of St. Paul's, Adelaide, in 1860, Canon in 1867, Dean in 1869, and Vicar-General in addition in 1878. During the interval between the departure of Bishop Short and the arrival of Bishop Reunion in 1882, Dr. Russell was administrator of the diocese. In 1878 the Archbishop of Canterbury conferred on him the degree of D D., and he for some time edited the Education Journal, published in Adelaide. He was the author of "The Light which Lighteth every Man" (Hope & Co., London: 1854), "Charge to the Synod of Adelaide" (1878), "Memorial of Professor F. D. Maurice" (1870), and "The Seeker, and other Poems." Dean Russell died on May 20th, 1886.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Rutledge, Hon. Arthur

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​Rutledge, Hon. Arthur, M.L.A., son of James and Lucy Ann Rutledge, was born at Castlereagh, N.S.W., in 1843, and went with his father to Darling Downs, Queensland, returning with him in 1855. He entered the Wesleyan Church, but retired on changing his views, and devoted himself to the study of law, and was called to the Queensland bar in May 1878. Prior to his being admitted as a barrister he unsuccessfully contested the North Brisbane constituency against Mr. Pring; but was elected, with the Hon. J. R. Dickson, for Enoggera at the general election of 1878, and was returned at the head of the poll for Kennedy in 1883. He was appointed Attorney-General in Sir Samuel Griffith's Ministry on Nov. 13th, 1883, and held the position till the Ministry resigned on June 12th, 1888. Mr. Rutledge now sits as member for the Charters Towers district, and was one of the representatives of Queensland at the National Australasian Convention held in Sydney in 1891. He was married at Sydney on March 24th, 1869, to Mary Thomas, youngest daughter of Rev. Stephen Rabone.
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/Sonnet

SONNET,
FOR MY MOTHER'S BIRTH-DAY.
At thy approach, oh, sweet bewitching May! Through ev'ry wood soft melodies resound; On silken wings Favonian breezes play, And scatter bloom and fragrance all around!
Yet not for these I hail thy gentle reign, And rove enchanted through thy fairy bow'rs; Not for thy warbled songs, thy zephyr-train, Nor all the incense of thy glowing flow'rs.
For this to thee I pour the artless lay, Oh, lovely May! thou goddess of the grove! With thee returns the smiling natal day, Of her, who claims my fond, my filial love! Bright as thy sun-beams may it still appear, Calm as thy skies, unclouded with a tear!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/The Indian Lover

THE INDIAN LOVER.
MORNING SONG.
O'er flowery fields of waving maize, The breeze of morning lightly plays; Arise, my Zumia! let us rove, The cool and fragrant citron grove! Fair nature spreads her lavish bloom, And bids her zephyrs waft perfume; She breathes ambrosial odours rare; With cassia-fragrance fills the air, And calls thee forth her sweets to share,  My lovely maid! We'll mark each aromatic flower, Expanding to the radiant hour; We'll seek the scented orange-bower,  Or tam'rind shade;
Now, ere the fervid hours of day, Arise, my Zumia! haste away!
Hark! from yonder palmy grove, Swells the choral song of love! There, on every weeping spray, Warblers tune the melting lay: Morning's roseate hues are spreading; Balmy essence, flowers are shedding; Nature smiles, in green array, My Zumia rise! no more delay!
Now glitt'ring in the lucid rays, The humming-bird his wing displays; Floats on the sun-beam and the gale, From spicy wood, to myrtle-vale; Flutters on light, ethereal plume,  In tints of orient beauty drest; Steals honey from the glowing bloom,  And weaves the fairy-nest.
I'll climb each tall, aspiring tree, To seek nectareous fruits for thee; I'll cull the blossoms op'ning fair, In blushing wreaths to bind thy hair: For thee the streams in murmurs flow; For thee the buds empurpling glow; For thee the balmy zephyrs play; Arise, my Zumia! haste away!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/Song 1

SONG.
Oh! bear me to the groves of palm, Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm! And when the noon-tide beams invade, Then lay me in the embow'ring shade; Where Bananas o'er my head, Mingling with the Tam'rind spread; Where the long liannes combining, Wild festoons of flow'rs entwining; Fragrant cassia, softly blowing, Lime and orange, ever glowing; All their spicy breath exhale, To scent the pleasure-fanning gale.
 There her sweet ambrosial stores,  Nature in profusion pours;
The cocoa's nectar let me sip.  The citron's juice refresh my lip;  While around me hovering play  Birds, in radiant plumage gay;  And amidst the foliage, raise  Melodies, in varied lays.  There, in aromatic bow'rs,  Be mine to pass the summer-hours;  Or by some clear cascade reclin'd;  Whose dashing sound may lull the mind,  Wake the lyre and tune the song,  Scenes of paradise among!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/The Bards to the Soldiers of Caractacus

THE BARDS,
TO THE SOLDIERS OF CARACTACUS.
Valiant sons of freedom's land, Ardent, firm, devoted band, Rise, at honor's thrilling call: Warriors, arm! shall Britain fall?  Rush, battle-steed,  Bleed, soldiers! bleed,
Heroes! to the combat fly, Proud to struggle, blest to die; Go! should death your efforts crown, Mount the pinions of renown;  Go! tell our sires,  Their daring fires,
Tell them, ne'er shall Britain yield, Whilst a hand the sword can wield! Tell them, we the strife maintain, Tell them, we defy the chain!  In heart the same,  In patriot-flame
Shades of sainted chiefs! be near, Frown on Albion's lifted spear! Point the falchion, guide the car, Flaming through the ranks of war!  Rise on the field.  With sword and shield,
Spark of freedom, blaze on high! Wilt thou quiver? shalt thou die? Never, never! holy fire! Mount, irradiate! beam, aspire!
Our foes consume,  Our swords illume,
Shall the Roman arms invade Mona's dark and hallow'd shade? By the dread, mysterious wand, Waving in the Druid's hand;  By ev'ry rite,  Of Mona's night,
Honor! while thy bands disdain, Slav'ry's dark, debasing chain; Britain! while thy sons are free, Dauntless, faithful, firm, for thee; Mona! while at thy command, Ardent, bold, sublime, they stand;  Proud foes in vain,  Prepare the chain,
Lo! we see a flame divine Blaze o'er Mona's awful shrine; Lo! we hear a voice proclaim, "Albion, thine, immortal fame!"  Arise, ye brave,  To bleed, to save,
Cæsar, come! in ten-fold mail, Will thine arms like ours avail? Cæsar! let thy falchions blaze, Will they dim fair Freedom's rays? Cæsar! boast thy wide control, Canst thou chain th' aspiring soul?  What steel can bind,  The soaring mind,
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/The Emigrant

THE EMIGRANT.
Farewell, ah, happy shades! ah, scenes belov’d,  Of infant sports and bright unclouded hours! Where oft in childhood's happy days I rov'd,  Thro' forest-walks, and wild secluded bow'rs!
Far from your woods, and sweet romantic glades,  A wand'ring emigrant I'm doom'd to roam, Yet oft will memory, lingering in your shades,  Recal the dear, regretted charms of home!
Her magic pencil oft shall fondly trace  The mournful pictures of departed joy; To ev'ry image give a pensive grace,  Which time may soften—but can ne'er destroy.
Ah! scenes belov'd! again delightful spring  In vernal beauty decks your smiling vales; With balmy odour scents the zephyr's wing,  And wafts from heav'n the soft Favonian gales.
With transport once, to hail her blest return,  I tun'd my artless reed, my numbers wild. Then all was new in life's bewitching morn,  And hope—ah, fair enchantress! gaily smil'd.
Oh! then, what airy visions of delight,  Beguil'd my youthful heart in ev'ry grove; Deluding fancy pictur'd to my sight  The fairy-land of happiness and love!
But now, for me in vain the flow'rs expand,  And leaves unfolding, dress the woods anew; I go, a wanderer, to some distant land,  And bid my native hills—a last adieu!
Farewell the hermit-cell, the lov'd retreat,  The cottage mantled o'er with clustering vine; Where mild content had found a tranquil seat,  And peace and calm domestic joys were mine.
Dear, lovely scenes! how oft, at dawn of day,  My pipe has wak'd your mountain-echoes sound; How oft at evening's hour I lov'd to stray,  Beside the river's bank, with osiers crown'd.
Ye woodland-streams, ye peaceful, happy shades,  Oft on your charms will pensive memory dwell; Ah, native vales! ah, sweet embow'ring glades,  Scenes of my early youth!—a last farewell!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/Song 2

SONG.
Success to the heroes of gallant Castile,  Undaunted in danger, victorious in fight! May they teach proud oppressors and tyrants to feel,  The patriot's arm of invincible might!
Live in memory eternal, the deeds of the brave!  Be the warriors immortal, who fall on the field! The garlands of summer shall bloom on their grave,  And the trophies of glory emblazon their shield!
Success to the heroes whom Albion has giv'n,  In the cause of Iberia their aid to supply; May they wield the bright armour of Justice and Heav'n,  And wave the proud banner of Freedom on high!
May Victory attend on the patriot-band!  May the genius of Albion their bosoms inflame! Soon may they with laurels return to their land,  Be welcom'd by Love and applauded by Fame!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/Sonnet.—To Italy

SONNET TO ITALY.
For thee, Ausonia! Nature's bounteous hand,  Luxuriant spreads around her blooming stores: Profusion laughs o'er all the glowing land,  And softest breezes fan thy myrtle-shores.
Yet though for thee, unclouded suns diffuse  Their genial radiance o'er thy blushing plains; Though in thy fragrant groves the sportive muse  Delights to pour her wild, enchanted strains;
Though airs that breathe of paradise are thine,  Sweet as the Indian, or Arabian gales; Though fruitful olive and empurpling vine,  Enrich, fair Italy! thy Alpine vales; Yet far from thee inspiring freedom flies, To Albion's coast and ever-varying skies!
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Sonnet 1

SONNET.
Green willow! over whom the perilous blast Is sweeping roughly; thou dost seem to me The patient image of humility, Waiting in meekness till the storm be pass'd, Assured an hour of peace will come at last; That there will be for thee a calm bright day, When the dark clouds are gathered away. How canst thou ever sorrow's emblem be? Rather I deem thy slight and fragile form, In mild endurance bending gracefully, Is like the wounded heart, which, 'mid the storm, Looks for the promis'd time which is to be, In pious confidence. Thou shouldest wave Thy branches o'er the lowly martyr's grave.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Sonnet 2

SONNET.
It is not in the day of revelry,
When that the cup of joy is bright and sweet,
And the fresh blossoms spring beneath our feet,
That we reflect on that, where yet must be
Our rock of hope and trust—eternity.
But let the weeds of care, the thorns of strife,
Rise in their darkness o'er our path of life;
Then the pale mourner looks beyond the tomb.
There are some flowers, whose breathings of perfume
Are shed in the night season; so the heart
Yields forth the fragrance of its better part,
When sinks its summer sunlight into gloom:
Most holy in the shadowy hour is given
The soul's best incense, which springs up to heaven.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Stanzas 2

STANZAS, ADAPTED TO MUSIC BY ———
My heart is as light as the gossamer veil, That floats on the bosom of air; It changes as oft as the varying sail— Like a butterfly, roams without care. Love, like a flower, is but fair for awhile; Its freshness soon passes away; To-morrow I'll seek in some newly-found smile, The charm that delights me to day. That cup may be sweetest which deepest is drunk; Be it mine but the surface to sip:
When once from the top the bright bubbles have  sunk, Oh! then let it pass from my lip!
That love may be blissful, whose roses can bind
For ever the heart to its shrine;
But as well you might chain the light wings of the  wind, As throw fetters for long over mine.
Thus gaily I'll rove, o'er the blossoms of love,
Just catching their sweets as I fly;
As the zephyr, that transiently bends from above
A fresh flower for every sigh.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Sleeping Child

SLEEPING CHILD.
How innocent, how beautiful thy sleep!
Sweet one, 'tis peace and joy to gaze on thee!
Thy summer sports, thy cloudless gaiety,
Are hush'd in slumber; but there lingers still
A smile upon thy lips, like the young day,
Flinging its sunlight o'er the half-blown rose;
Thy laughing eyes are clos'd, while the dark lash
Rests on thy dimpled cheek, where health has shed
Its liveliest carnation; unconfin'd,
Like golden clusters, shadowing thy face,
Thy chesnut curls twine round thy little arm,
Half hidden by the violets, which breathe
Their fragrance o'er thy head; thy snowy brow
Is clear and open as a shadeless sky:
There are no records there to tell of griefs,
That came like blights in spring, or winter storms
Of tortured feelings, withering cares and joys,
Whose end was bitterness; but here are found
Pure innocence and love, and happiness.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Sonnet 3

SONNET.
I envy not the traveller's delight, When he looks on Italia's loveliness, Or the Swiss mountains rise before his sight; The view to me would be but loneliness, Remembering me that I was far away (Like to a leaf, borne from its natural spray) From my own dwelling. It does seem most strange, What happiness it can be thus to range: Let others roam this world of wonders through— Theirs be each beauty of the earth and sea; The flower gemm'd green, the narrow arch of blue, Around my home, will be enough for me. I cannot envy him, whose footsteps rove At distance from the dear ones of his love.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Stanzas 1

STANZAS.
I do not weep that thou art laid Within the silent tomb; I weep not that the cold death-shade Hath marr'd thy youth's sweet bloom. 'Tis with no wish to wake thy sleep These tears thy grave bedew; Ah, no!—ah, no! I only weep I am not sleeping too. What is my life, but a vain show, Of its last hope bereft? What spell can soothe the soul of woe, That has but memory left? How dear, how very dear thou art, These bitter drops may tell;— Sole treasure of my lonely heart, A long and sad farewell!
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/To

TO ———
Oh! say not, that I love not nature's face,
And that I cannot know her beauty's power!
Pleasure is unto me a lonely thing:
Deep sorrow, or rapt joy, I cannot feel,
But in still solitude: I may not brook
Another's eye should mark my secret thoughts.
Since the first hour that tears or smiles were mine,
I never sought communion in my grief,
And none could share my silent happiness.
If thou would'st know how I do love to gaze
On nature's face, spring from thy sleepless couch,
And mark the moonlight, when no one may see
Thy deep emotion, and no idle word
Of heartless praise disturb thy soul-felt spell;
Gaze on the stars, till thou dost deem the gale
That murmurs by is music from the spheres,
No taint of earth upon thy dream of heaven;
Watch the bright farewell of the sun, when he
Seeks the white bosom of his ocean-love.
Look on those glorious tints, till thou dost wish
Thou wert a beautiful shadow like to them—
A transitory, but a brilliant thing,
Born amid glory, past away in light;
Ah! then, indeed, nature has magic charms,
And I do love to dwell upon them then.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Village of Lepers

THE VILLAGE OF THE LEPERS. [Taken from the Account in the Literary Gazette.]
There was a curse on the unhappy race—
They dwelt apart from all their fellow men—
Sad weary solitude! and every eye
Was turn'd away in loathing. I did pass
Thro' their lone village: silence brooded round,
And misery had set her withering stamp
On every brow; rayless and dim each eye.
And a wan sickly hue was on each face:
They had a look of hopeless wretchedness.
To them the voice of kindness was a sound
Unheard, unwish'd for; no one came to soothe Their days of bitterness; proscribed, and left Alone, to struggle with despair and pain: Riven asunder all the blessed ties Which are the hope and happiness of life; Polluted, desolate, the cup of wrath Had pour'd its utmost fury on their heads. And there was one, whose image long hath dwelt, Like to a thought of sorrow on my soul: She had been beautiful, but now her cheek Was deadly pale; and from her parched lip The rose had fled, and left it colourless; And in her eye, one same expression dwelt, Of heartless, comfortless despondency! Her brow was care-worn, blighted by the scathe Of fell disease, which had destroy'd her prime, And wither'd youth, when youth is loveliest. She turn'd her from my look—the curious gaze, To sorrow is a piercing mockery.