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# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/See, Hon. John

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​See, Hon. John, M.L.A., Colonial Treasurer, New South Wales, son of John See, was born at Yelling, in Huntingdonshire, in 1845, and arrived in New South Wales with his parents in 1853. He is a shipowner, and a member of the firm of John See & Co., formerly Nipper & See. In 1880 he entered the Legislative Assembly as member for Grafton, for which he still sits; and was Postmaster-General in the Dibbs Ministry from Oct. to Dec. 1885. Mr. See was married at Randwick, N.S.W., in Feb. 1875, to Miss Charlotte Mary ​Matthew. In Oct. 1891, on the formation of the Dibbs Ministry, Mr. See was appointed Colonial Treasurer, and in that capacity carried the Protectionist tariff of 1892.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Senior, William

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​Senior, William, journalist and author ("Redspinner"), is the angling editor of the Field. In 1873 he published "Notable Shipwrecks," which has passed through several editions. This was followed in 1875 by "Waterside Sketches"; in 1877 by "By Stream and Sea"; in 1878 by "Anderton's Angling," a novelette; in 1880 by "Travel and Trout in the Antipodes"; in 1883 by "Angling in Great Britain," being one of the handbooks issued in connection with the Great International Fisheries Exhibition; and in 1888 by "Near and Far," a book of sport in Australasia and at home. Mr. Senior is a regular contributor to periodical literature. In 1875 he accepted an appointment from the Government of Queensland as editor of the Hansard of that colony, and proceeded thither to start an official daily report of the parliamentary debates. This publication, the first of the kind ever issued in the colonies, having been most successfully established, he returned to England, after five years' residence in Queensland, and rejoined the special correspondent staff of the Daily News.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Selwyn, Alfred Richard Cecil

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​Selwyn, Alfred Richard Cecil, C.M.G., LL.D., F.R.S., son of the Rev. Townsend Selwyn, Canon of Gloucester, was born in 1824 and educated in Switzerland. From 1845 to 1852 he was employed on the geological Survey of Great Britain, and from 1853 to 1869 was Director of the Geological Survey of Victoria. He then had a disagreement with the Government of that colony, and accepted the post of Director of the Canadian Geological and Natural History Survey and Museum, which he took up in 1870 and has held ever since. He married in 1852 Matilda Charlotte, daughter of Rev. Edward Selwyn, rector of Hemingford Abbotts, Hunts, and was created C.M.G. in 1886.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Selwyn, Right Rev. John Richardson

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​Selwyn, Right Rev. John Richardson, D.D., Bishop of Melanesia, is the son of Right Rev. George Selwyn, sometime Bishop of New Zealand and subsequently Bishop of Lichfield (q.v.). He was educated at Trinity College, Cambridge, where ​ he graduated B.A. (third class Classical Tripos) in 1866, M.A. in 1870, and was created D.D. in 1885. He was ordained deacon in 1869 and priest in 1870, and was curate of Alrewas, Staffordshire, from 1869 to 1870, curate of St. George's, Wolverhampton, in 1871, and vicar in that and the next year. From 1875 to 1877 the Bishop was employed by the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel as a missionary in Melanesia, and on Feb. 18th in the latter year was consecrated at Nelson, N.Z., Missionary Bishop of Melanesia by the Metropolitan (Harper) of New Zealand and Bishops Suter of Nelson, Hadfield of Wellington, Cowie of Auckland, and Nevile of Dunedin. In 1891 he revisited England, and in Dec. resigned the bishopric on the ground of ill-health.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Seddon, Hon. Richard John

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​Seddon, Hon. Richard John, M.H.R., Minister of Mines, New Zealand, son of Thomas Seddon and Jane (Lindsay) his wife, was born at Eccleston, near St. Helens, Lancashire, and emigrated to Melbourne, Vict., in 1863, being married at Williamstown, in that colony, on Jan. 13th, 1869, to Miss Louisa Jane Spotswood. Having removed to New Zealand, Mr. Seddon became a member of the Westland Provincial Council, and was Chairman of Committees of that body. He was also Chairman of the Westland County Council, and first Mayor of Kumara, to which post he was re-elected for a second term. Mr. Seddon was returned to the House of Representatives for Hokitika in 1879, and represented Kumara from 1881 to 1890, when he was returned for Westland, for which he still sits. Mr. Seddon, who is a mechanical engineer by profession and an associate of the American Institute of Mining Engineers, accepted office in the Ballance Ministry in Jan. 1891 as Minister of Mines.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Selfe, Henry Selfe

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​Selfe, Henry Selfe (originally Page), was born at Rose Hill near Worcester, on Nov. 15th, 1810, and educated at Glasgow University. In 1836 he was called to the Bar, and in 1854 was appointed stipendiary magistrate in Berks. Mr. Selfe became one of the promoters of the Canterbury Association, formed to found the settlement of Canterbury, N.Z., and for some years represented that province in England. He was intimately connected with the Association till it ceased to exist, but it was not till 1868 that he paid a visit to Christchurch.
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/To Experience

TO EXPERIENCE.
Thou awful sage! with locks of snow, With clouded mien and pensive brow; Whose drooping form is bent with years, Whose aged eye is dim with tears; I court thee not, thou guide severe! Ah! still avert thy frown austere! For, oh! as winter blights the flow'rs, Despoils the woodlands and the bow'rs; So can thy chilling pow'r destroy The dream of hope, the dream of joy. Oh! let me ever fondly stray, Thro' Fancy's bow'rs, thro' Fancy's way; And if her fairy-visions bright, Be but illusions of delight, Oh! let me, still deceiv'd, be blest, Lull'd, by her magic-song, to rest!
Ah! ne'er, Experience! let me learn Thy sadd'ning tale, thy precept stern! The rose upon thy cheek is dead, The lustre from thine eye is fled; Thy wither'd heart forgets to glow, To dance with joy, to melt at woe; Forgets to burn with glory's flame, To thrill with love, to pant for fame. Is life a scene of pain and care? Is there no bright Elysium there? Must Hope's enchanting scenes decay? Will Fancy's rainbow fade away? Shall pale Misfortune early blight The op'ning roses of delight? Then why, ah! why, so soon destroy, The dreams of love, and youth, and joy? Ah! ne'er, Experience! let me learn Thy sadd'ning tale, thy precept stern!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/To my Mother

TO MY MOTHER.
If e'er for human bliss or woe I feel the sympathetic glow; If e'er my heart has learn'd to know  The gen'rous wish or pray'r; Who sow'd the germ, with tender hand? Who mark'd its infant-leaves expand?  My mother's fost'ring care.
And if one flow'r of charms refin’d May grace the garden of my mind;  'Twas she who nurs'd it there:  She lov'd to cherish and adorn  Each blossom of the soil;  To banish ev'ry weed and thorn,  That oft oppos'd her toil!
And, oh! if e'er I've sigh'd to claim The palm, the living palm of fame,  The glowing wreath of praise; If e'er I've wish'd the glitt'ring stores, That fortune on her fav'rite pours; 'Twas but, that wealth and fame, if mine, Round thee, with streaming rays might shine,  And gild thy sun-bright days!
Yet not that splendor, pomp, and pow'r, Might then irradiate ev'ry hour; For these, my mother! well I know, On thee no raptures could bestow; But could thy bounty, warm and kind, Be, like thy wishes, unconfin'd; And fall, as manna from the skies, And bid a train of blessings rise,  Diffusing joy and peace; The tear-drop, grateful, pure and bright, For thee would beam with softer light,
Than all the diamond's crystal rays, Than all the emerald's lucid blaze; And joys of heav'n would thrill thy heart, To bid one bosom-grief depart,  One tear, one sorrow cease!
Then, oh! may heav'n, that loves to bless, Bestow the pow'r to cheer distress; Make thee its minister below, To light the cloudy path of woe; To visit the deserted cell, Where indigence is doom'd to dwell; To raise, when drooping to the earth, The blossoms of neglected worth; And round, with lib'ral hand dispense, The sunshine of beneficence!
But, ah! if fate should still deny Delights like these, too rich and high;
If grief and pain thy steps assail, In life's remote and wintry vale; Then, as the wild Eolian lyre,  Complains with soft, entrancing number, When the loud storm awakes the wire,  And bids enchantment cease to slumber; So filial love, with soothing voice, E'en then, shall teach thee to rejoice; E'en then, shall sweeter, milder sound, When sorrow's tempest raves around; While dark misfortune's gales destroy, The frail, mimosa-buds of hope and joy!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/The Laplander to his Rein-deer

THE LAPLANDER TO HIS REIN-DEER.
How long, oh, my faithful companion and guide!  Thou hast wafted o'er deserts my car! How oft, oh, my rein-deer! thy speed has been tried,  O'er mountains unknown and afar!
But thy youth is departed, thy fire is no more.  And thy limbs all their vigor have lost; For age steals upon thee, relentless and hoar,  And colder than winter his frost!
When friendship, or pleasure, invited away,  Thou hast borne me o'er valleys and plains; Untir'd with the dangers, the toils of the day,  While the road was beguil'd by my strains!
When love gave the word, o'er the landscape of snow,  We flew like the wings of the wind! In this ice-cover'd region, his sun-beam may glow,  To melt and to soften the mind!
But thy youth is departed, thy spirit and grace,  And thy limbs all their vigor have lost; For age steals upon thee with lingering pace,  And colder than winter his frost.
How oft has the summer, in mantle of green,  Array'd the wild Tenglio's side; Since thou, oh, my rein-deer! my servant hast been,  My faithful companion and guide!
When we journey'd together, and both in our prime,  How fleet were thy steps o'er the waste; But fleeter than thee, oh, my rein-deer! is time,  More swift, more unsparing in haste!
For thy youth is departed, thy spirit is fled,  And thy limbs all their vigor have lost; Now age steals upon thee, unwelcome and dread,  And colder than winter his frost!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/The Silver Locks

THE SILVER LOCKS.
to john foulkes, esq.—18th august, 1809.
Tho' youth may boast the curls that flow, In sunny waves of auburn glow; As graceful on thy hoary head, Has time the robe of honor spread, And there, oh! softly, softly shed,  His wreath of snow!
As frost-work on the trees display'd, When weeping Flora leaves the shade,  E'en more than Flora, charms the sight; E'en so thy locks, of purest white,
Survive, in age's frost-work bright,  Youth's vernal rose decay'd!
To grace the nymph, whose tresses play Light on the sportive breeze of May,
Let other bards the garland twine, Where sweets of ev'ry hue combine; Those locks rever'd, that silvery shine,  Invite my lay!
Less white the summer-cloud sublime, Less white the winter's fringing rime; Nor do Belinda's lovelier seem, (A poet's blest, immortal theme), Than thine, which wear the moonlight-beam,  Of rev'rend time!
Long may the graceful honors smile, Like moss on some declining pile; Oh! much rever'd! may filial care, Around thee, duteous, long repair, Thy joys with tender bliss to share,  Thy pains beguile!
Long, long, ye snowy ringlets, wave, Long, long, your much-lov'd beauty save!
May bliss your latest ev'ning crown, Disarm life's winter of its frown, And soft, ye hoary hairs, go down,  In gladness to the grave!
And, as the parting beams of day, On mountain-snows reflected play; And tints of roseate lustre shed; Thus, on the snow that crowns thy head, May joy, with ev'ning planet, shed  His mildest ray!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/The Statue of the dying Gladiator

THE STATUE
OF
THE DYING GLADIATOR.
Commanding pow'r! whose hand with plastic art Bids the rude stone to grace and being start; Swell to the waving line the polish'd form. And only want Promethean fire to warm;— Sculpture, exult! thy triumph proudly see, The Roman slave immortalized by thee! No suppliant sighs, no terrors round him wait, But vanquish'd valor soars above his fate! In that fix'd eye still proud defiance low'rs, In that stern look indignant grandeur tow'rs! He sees e'en death, with javelin barb'd in pain, A foe but worthy of sublime disdain! Too firm, too lofty, for one parting tear, A quiv'ring pulse, a struggle, or a fear!
Oh! fire of soul! by servitude disgrac'd,  Perverted courage! energy debas'd!  Lost Rome! thy slave, expiring in the dust,  Tow'rs far above Patrician rank, august!  While that proud rank, insatiate, could survey  Pageants that stain'd with blood each festal day!
Oh! had that arm, which grac'd thy deathful show, With many a daring feat and nervous blow, Wav'd the keen sword and rear'd the patriot-shield, Firm in thy cause, on Glory's laureate field; Then, like the marble form, from age to age, His name had liv'd in history's brightest page; While death had but secur'd the victor's crown, And seal'd the suffrage of deserv'd renown! That gen'rous pride, that spirit unsubdu'd, That soul, with honor's high-wrought sense imbu'd, Had shone, recorded in the song of fame, A beam, as now, a blemish, on thy name!
Yet here, so well has art majestic wrought, Sublimed expression, and ennobled thought; A dying Hero we behold, alone, And Mind's bright grandeur animates the stone! 'Tis not th' Arena's venal champion bleeds, No! 'tis some warrior, fam'd for matchless deeds! Admiring rapture kindles into flame, Nature and art the palm divided claim! Nature (exulting in her spirit's pow'r, To rise victorious in the dreaded hour,) Triumphs, that death and all his shadowy train, Assail a mortal's constancy—in vain! And Art, rejoicing in the work sublime, Unhurt by all the sacrilege of time, Smiles o'er the marble, her divine control Moulded to symmetry, and fir'd with soul!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/To Resignation

TO RESIGNATION.
Maid of the placid smile and heav'nly mien, With beaming eye, tho' tearful yet serene; Teach me, like thee, in sorrow's ling'ring hour, To bless devotion's all-consoling pow'r; Teach me, like thee, when storms around me rise, And spreading glooms obscure the azure skies, On one unclouded light to fix my view, For ever brilliant and for ever true; The star of faith! whose mild, celestial ray, With steady lustre shall direct my way: Thy seraph-hand shall raise my drooping head; Angel of peace! thy wings around me spread; With hallow'd spells my fainting spirit cheer, Hush the sad murmur, dry the starting tear.
Thus when the halcyon broods upon the tides, The winds are lull'd, the mountain-wave subsides Soft rainbow-hues, reflected, tinge the deep, And balmy zephyrs on its bosom sleep— Maid of the placid smile! my troubled soul, Would own thy gentle reign, thy mild control; Though the pale cypress twine thy sainted brow, Eternal palms for thee, in heav'n shall blow.
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/The Memory of Joys that are Past

"THE MEMORY OF JOYS THAT ARE PAST."
OSSIAN.
There is an hour, a pensive hour; (And oh! how dear its soothing pow'r!) It is, when twilight spreads her veil, And steals along the silent dale; 'Tis when the fading blossoms close, When all is silence and repose; Then memory wakes, and loves to mourn, For days—that never shall return!
There is a strain, a plaintive strain, The source of joy and yet of pain; It is the song, whose dying measure, Some friend belov'd has heard with pleasure; Some friend—who ne'er again may hear, The melting lay, to memory dear; Ah! then, her magic spells restore, Visions of blissful days no more!
There is a tear of sweet relief, A tear—of rapture and of grief; The feeling heart alone can know What soft emotions bid it flow! It is when memory charms the mind, With tender images refin'd; 'Tis when her balmy spells restore, Departed friends, and joys no more!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/The Smile

SONG.—THE SMILE.
Let others love the pearly tear,  The blushing cheek adorning; And say, 'tis like the dew-drop clear,  That gems the rose of morning.
Let others love to see the fair  With pensive mien appearing; Be mine, to hail the sprightly air,  The dimpled smile endearing.
It speaks good-humour's mild control,  With magic fascination; It tells the feelings of the soul,  With sportive animation.
Superior to the brightest eyes,  Or cheek with roses blooming; A winning charm it still supplies,  The lovely face illuming.
’Twas Hebe taught fair beauty's queen,  The gay, bewitching wile; And still her glowing lips are seen,  To wear a playful smile.
# The Early English Organ Builders and their work/Appendix V

V.
The Proposals of Renatus Harris to the Reverend the President and Fellows of Magdalen College in Oxford, for repairing and making several alterations in their Organ, 17 July, 1685.
(From Harleian MS., British Museum, No. 4240 fol. 116$^{b.}$)
1. To make the three bellows new, to repair and perfect the inner trunks and wind chests, to new hang both sets of keys, to rectify all defects in the roller-boards, to repair the sound-boards and conveyances, and to make them as good as at the first.
2. To mend all the pipes and conduits in both organs, and perfectly to voice and tune them, which, voicing shall be done after the modern, best and sweetest manner that either the work or proposer is capable of.
3. Whereas the great organ consists of eight stops, namely, two diapasons, two principals, two fifteenths and two two-and-twentieths, one of which stops, and several pipes in the other, have been spoiled by Preston; finding by experience that when two unisons are together in an organ as two principals, two fifteenths, etc., that ​they never agree well together in time, and one stop of each sort is in a manner as loud as two of the same name; for which reason neither in my organ at the Temple, nor in those which I make for the King, after the open and stopped diapasons, none of the rest are of the same denomination; so that I propose to make your eight stops to consist of these following, one open diapason, one stopped diapason, one principal, one great twelfth, one fifteenth, one tiers, one furniture of two or three ranks, according as there is room for it, in place of the two two-and-twentieths. In the choir organ there are one stopped diapason, two principals, one recorder and one fifteenth, so that in these five stops there are no less than three unisons; which five stops ought to be reduced to these four, namely, one stopped diapason, one principal, one stopped twelfth and one fifteenth; the recorder being left out will give more air to the rest of the work. With these amendments, alterations, additions and varieties of stops, it will be an extraordinary good instrument, and the best old organ in England, and exceed the best organ in your university, with only the cost of one hundred and fifty pounds.
# The Early English Organ Builders and their work/Dedication

To EDWIN GEORGE MONK, Mus.Doc. Oxon. Organist and Choirmaster of York Minster.
My dear Monk,
In placing your name at the head of this page, I not only wish to express my opinion of your talents as a Church musician, but also to record my high esteem for you as a man.
Our friendship dates far back (some quarter of a century), and during that time I have watched not only the growth of your talents and intellectual powers, but also your rise in the profession; first as organist of the comparatively humble College of S. Columba, Ireland; second, as organist, precentor and fellow of St. ​Peter's College, Radley; and finally to your present station as organist and choirmaster of the Cathedral of York—a post beyond which your fondest ambition can scarce advance.
You richly deserve all the honours you have attained, and the present state of the York choir will bear ample witness to the excellence of your training. You have set a pattern, and one which I devoutly wish were followed in other cathedrals. The glorious services of our Church would then be rendered as they ought to be, and organists escape the censure that is daily heaped upon them.
In the pleasant walks of Radley, in the old-fashioned recesses of Bodley's rich library, and in the beautiful aisles of York Cathedral, I have held converse with you. Your mind was ever open to the beauties of nature, the charms of ancient book-lore, or the glories of ancient architecture.
​It is to you that I owe my knowledge of the old Fabric Rolls of the Cathedral in which you so worthily preside—so largely used in the following Lecture, I thought it, then, not inappropriate to dedicate these pages to one whom I felt certain would deem the information they convey not worthless, or beneath the notice of the musician.
EDWARD F. RIMBAULT.
# The Early English Organ Builders and their work/end matter

* Second Edition, revised and enlarged as to Reading Matter and Illustrations.
* MODERN ORGAN
* BUILDING
* A Practical Explanation and Description of
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