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# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Nind, Philip Pitt

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​NIND. (Commander, 1844. f-p., 32; h-p., 12.)
Philip Pitt Nind was born 14 Dec. 1788. This officer entered the Navy, 8 Dec. 1803, as Midshipman, on board the Utrecht 64, Capt. John Wentworth Loring, bearing the flag in the Downs of Rear-Admiral Philip Patton. With the exception of a few months in 1805-6, during which he was borne at Plymouth on the books of the Salvador del Mundo, Capt. John Loring, he continued employed with Capt. J. W. Loring in the Aurora 23, and Niobe 40, chiefly on the Home station, until promoted to the rank of Lieutenant 17 March, 1810; assisting, in the latter ship, at the capture, 28 March, 1806, of Le Néarque French national vessel of 16 guns and 97 men. Being next, 21 March, 1810, appointed to the Alert of 16 guns and 84 men, Capts. Alex. Renny, Geo. Barne Trollope, and Thos. Lamb Polden Langharne, he was on board that sloop on the Newfoundland station when captured, 13 Aug. 1812, by the U.S. frigate Essex of 46 guns and 328 men, after a most gallant resistance of 15 minutes, in which the British vessel had 3 of her people killed, and received seven feet water in her hold. While attached, from May, 1813, until Jan. 1814, to the Bulwark 74, flag-ship of Rear-Admiral Philip Chas. Durham, Mr. Kind was frequently employed in command of the boats against the enemy in Basque Roads. His last appointments were – 27 Oct. 1814, to the Sparrowhawk 18, Capts. Thos. Ball Clowes and Fred. Wm. Burgoyne, under whom he served for upwards of 12 months on the Leith and Mediterranean stations – 30 Aug. 1822, to the Coast Guard – in the early part of 1824, to the command of the Defence Revenue cruizer – 15 Nov. 1827, again to the Coast Guard – and 9 April, 1840, to the command of the Prince Albert, another Revenue vessel. On 6 Jan. 1823, it was his fortune to save the crew of the Little Mary of London; a service for which he was honoured with the commendation of the Board of Admiralty and with the thanks of the Committee at Lloyd’s; who presented him with the sum of 50l. for distribution among those of his men who had put off with him in the boats to the rescue. As a reward for his conduct during 21 years’ continuous employment in the Revenue service he was promoted to the rank of Commander 5 Jan. 1844.
Commander Nind, who is Senior of 1844, married, 17 Feb. 1811, Miss Mary Chanly White, a lady by whom he has issue five sons and three daughters.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/No. 11. – Battle of Trafalgar

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No. 11. – Battle of Trafalgar. 21 October, 1805. :
| SHIPS | Killed. | Killed. | Killed. | Wounded. | Wounded. | Wounded. | Total. |
| SHIPS | Off. | Seam. | Mar. | Off. | Seam. | Mar. | Total. |
| Victory | 7 | 32 | 18 | 7 | 59 | 9 | 132 |
| Rl. Sovereign | 5 | 29 | 13 | 8 | 70 | 16 | 141 |
| Britannia | 1 | 8 | 1 | 2 | 33 | 7 | 52 |
| Téméraire | 4 | 35 | 8 | 5 | 59 | 12 | 123 |
| Prince | . . | . . | . . | . . | . . | . . | . . |
| Neptune | . . | 10 | . . | 1 | 30 | 3 | 44 |
| Dreadnought | . . | 6 | 1 | 3 | 19 | 4 | 33 |
| Tonnant | 1 | 16 | 9 | 4 | 30 | 16 | 76 |
| Mars | 4 | 17 | 8 | 9 | 44 | 16 | 98 |
| Bellerophon | 3 | 20 | 4 | 6 | 97 | 20 | 150 |
| Minotaur | . . | 3 | . . | 2 | 17 | 3 | 25 |
| Revenge | 2 | 18 | 8 | 4 | 38 | 9 | 79 |
| Conqueror | 2 | 1 | . . | 2 | 7 | . . | 12 |
| Leviathan | . . | 2 | 2 | 1 | 17 | 4 | 24 |
| Ajax | . . | 2 | . . | . . | 9 | . . | 11 |
| Orion | . . | 1 | . . | 2 | 17 | 4 | 24 |
| Agamemnon | . . | 2 | . . | . . | 7 | . . | 9 |
| Spartiate | . . | 3 | . . | 3 | 18 | 1 | 23 |
| Africa | . . | 12 | 6 | 7 | 30 | 7 | 62 |
| Belleisle | 3 | 22 | 8 | 6 | 68 | 19 | 126 |
| Colossus | 1 | 31 | 8 | 14 | 115 | 51 | 200 |
| Achille | 1 | 6 | 6 | 8 | 37 | 14 | 72 |
| Polyphemus | . . | 2 | . . | . . | 4 | . . | 6 |
| Swiftsure | . . | 7 | 2 | 1 | 6 | 1 | 36 |
| Defence | . . | 4 | 3 | . . | 23 | 6 | 36 |
| Thunderer | . . | 2 | 2 | 2 | 9 | 1 | 16 |
| Defiance | 3 | 8 | 6 | 5 | 39 | 9 | 70 |
| Grand Total | 36 | 283 | 104 | 98 | 870 | 196 | 1587 |
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/Cullen Gouldsbury

THE CHIEF.
Down in the low, dim lands, where forest trees
Hung shadow curtains out across the sky,
And only branches whispering in the breeze
Awoke the echo's sigh;
Down through the gardens, where dark shadows pass
Unchallenged and unhindered year by year,
Tottering, past the tufts of yellow grass,
He came—a Chief pour rire.
Lord of a land where famine lurked amid
The nibbled mealie-cobs that strewed the ground,
King of a realm where fell disease, half-hid,
Bred hideous shadows round.
Monarch, perhaps, of half a hundred huts,
One of the relics of a vanished day,
Hedged in with all the mockery that shuts
The king with feet of clay.
His garb?—A blanket dragging in the sand
For kingly robes, a band of bark for crown,
Necklet of beads for royal insignia, and
A rein to belt his gown.
His retinue?—A brother-relic strayed
Some steps behind, bearing a gourd with care,
Some remnant of humanity decayed,
With fat-anointed hair.
From shadows passing, shadow-ward they went;
Nor gave me greeting, as I sat the while
Beside the looped-up doorway of my tent,
The tedium to beguile.
Only, it chanced, some tribesmen slouching by
Stiffened their backs, and turned to greet their king
With ceremonious clapping, and a cry
That made the red rocks ring.
I turned, and caught the pride that lit his face,
The sudden majesty that fired his brain— Old and forgotten stories of his race
Glowed in his eyes again.
Then, silence—and his eyes were veiled anew— Stiffly, he hobbled onward as he came.
"Faith!" said I, musing as he passed from view—
"Is kingship but a name?"
Cullen Gouldsbury.
THE PACE OF THE OX.
What do we know—and what do we care—for Time, and his silver scythe,
Since there is always time to spare, so long as a man's alive?— The world may come, and the world may go, and the world may whistle by,
But the pace of the ox is steady and slow, and life is a lullaby.
What do we know of the city's scorn, the hum of a world amaze,
Hot-foot haste, and the fevered dawn, and forgotten yesterdays?— For men may strain, and women may strive in busier lands to-day,
But the pace of the ox is the pace to thrive in the land of Veldt and Vlei.
The daylight breaks in the Eastern sky, and sinks to sleep in the West;
Thus it is that our days go by, bringing their meed of rest .
The Future's hidden behind the veil, and the Past—is still the past,
And the pace of the ox is the sliding scale that measures our work at last.
​The song of the ships is far to hear, the hum of the world is dead,
And lotus-life in a drowsy year our benison instead —
Why should we push the world along, live in a world of flame,
When the pace of the ox is steady and strong, and the end is just the same?
Cullen Gouldsbury.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/F. F.

LAMENT OF THE TREK OX.
Inspanned, early and late,
With the galling yoke on my neck— To toil and strain 'neath the stinging lash
Till I drop—is my wretched fate!
O man! with the horny hand,
O man! with the stony heart,
Ere the sun goes down, if but for an hour,
For dear God's sake, "outspan."
For days and nights I've pulled
With my mates your fleecy load,
Through parched Karoo and sapless bush,
Till we heard the cry of the wild seamew
And the breakers thundering loud.
The breeze from the water cool
Gave life to our throbbing heart,
And we trekked again with right good will,
To drink of the promised draught.
In vain, once more in vain,
For tied to the hateful yoke,
Through the chilly night on the iron road
Till the day began to break.
On the cold and barren strand
We lay the weary night,
Till the God-sent sun arose once more
On our limbs,—like iron bands.
With feet worn through, and wasted frame,
We stagger along the road;
Arrived in the sharp and stony street,
We stand, while the men off load.
'Mid the rush of eager men,
As they hurry along the street,
We stand, and wonder what it means,
And bemoan our cruel fate.
All day without water or food
We pant in the blazing heat,
And visions dim of the shady wood
And river's cool retreat
Pass through our weary hearts,
Till the evening sun goes down,—
When the startling shot of the terrible thong
Hurries us out of the town.
"Weary, and wounded, and worn,"
We stagger in front of the load,
And we stupidly wonder if men have hearts,
Or is there indeed a God?
A God, all wise and good,
Who lists to His creature's cry?
'Tis hard to be understood;
To be born, and suffer, and die.
F. F.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/G. Longmore

SONNETS OF THE CAPE.
I.
The Oak Avenue, Cape Town.
Oft, when my feet at evening homeward tread
The stately cloisters of the oak along,
My fervent soul breaks into grateful song,
And I a glad, rapt worshipper am led.
God, what a glorious prospect is outspread!
Impersoned nature here hath built her shrine:
On yon great altar sacrifice divine
She offers to her Maker. On the head
Of the majestic peak upon the west,
Her favoured seat, at eve oft sitteth she,
Soothing the busy city into rest,
Whilst the sun setting lights the golden sea.
Here, in thy fane, bright Presence, I divest
My heart of lower thoughts, and bow to heaven and thee.
II.
Night.
Dost thou not love, O angel of the night,
Above all others this fair southern land?
For thou hast gemmed its skies with lavish hand,
With rarest stars and constellations bright.
Shines not its vestal moon with purer light?
Hath not its galaxy more lustrous hue,
While star-clouds, set in heavens more deeply blue,
Still gladden ours, as erst Magellan's sight?
O would that while the old grey mountains sleep
There might be silence in the which to find
Grand music! But if joyous creatures keep
Perpetual chorus, shall my captious mind
Object? Creation's harmonies lie deep,
But to the soul attuned the parts are well combined.
G. Longmore.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/Anonymous (1)

THE BRITON'S HOMELAND.
(A COLONIST'S IMPERIAL SONG.)
Sons of Britannia! scattered wide,
Wherever rolls blue ocean's tide;
Sons of the men who proudly bore
Fair Freedom's flag to each far shore;
Ye, who yet round the homeland clinging,
Hear History's echoes grandly ringing;
Ye, who on many a distant coast,
Your British name still fondly boast— Say, shall your ancient country be
Shorn of her rank by land or sea?
A thousand years have known her name!
A thousand fights attest her fame!
Around her island throne there runs
The blood of myriads of her sons!
The light of Freedom gilds her story,
The Patriot's service seals her glory!
Fierce is the loyal flame that fires
The worthy sons of worthy sires!
Nay, never shall our country be
Shorn of her rank by land or sea.
Let but the foeman speak the word,
Let war's wild shriek but once be heard;
Forth from the sheath the sword shall spring,
From land to land the cry shall ring!
Peace shall her spell impose no longer,
Honour than gain shall prove the stronger.
Fealty and faith, our strength of yore,
Shall fearless face a world once more;
Nor ever shall our country be
Shorn of her rank by land or sea.
Hark! through old England's world-wide bounds,
The shout of love and succour sounds:
From vast Acadia's woodland vales,
From far Australia's golden dales,
From India's many-peopled lands,
From Southern Afric's struggling bands;
Wherever English foot hath trod,
Or English knee bends low to God,
They say that ne'er our land shall be
Shorn of her rank by land or sea.
O England! home of homes, we swear,
While we the claims of sonship share,
Whilst thou to us art staunch and true,
Shall we to thee give royal due.
For thee with earth's rude powers contending,
Our hearts and arms their strength are spending.
Thy tongue we speak, thy laws we spread,
Through savage realms thy rights we shed;
Nor e'er shall thou, our country, be
Shorn of thy rank by land or sea.
O'erweening foes may band their might—
Our steadfast Isle stands firm to fight!
Her homes no victor-hosts despoil,
No hostile foot e'er shames her soil.
Deep are the constant seas that lave her,
Close bound the British hearts that save her.
One arm! one hope! one thought! one soul!
Sworn fast to keep her Empire whole!
Nay, never shall old England be
Shorn of her rank by land or sea!
Anonymous.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/E. B. Watermeyer

AFTER A STORM.
Morning has come upon us,—from the day
Has rolled each darkling cloud, the orient view
Unveils with gorgeous sun, and deep clear blue.
But ocean riots still;—in ponderous play
Thousands of heavy surges plunge away,
Dazzling with snow-white foam, or swiftly woos
Iris to paint all brightly tinted hues.
Strangely fair magic, 'mid their shivered spray,
Around us many a little whale-bird skims,
Dipping its tiny bosom in the deep,
Then instantly uprises blithe and high,
Even as the heart unthralled by earthly things
Will walk this troubled earth, yet ever keep
Its dearest home up in the azure sky.
E. B. Watermeyer.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/G. E. Bulger

KEISKAMMA.
Where the gorgeous aloes grow,
There the hidden sources flow,
Cold and pure as molten snow,
Of the sweet Keiskamma.
Where the halcyon builds her nest
Neath the fern-tree's nodding crest,
Kissed by breezes from the west,
Flows the sweet Keiskamma.
Where the Amatolas stand,
Guardians grim of Kaffirland,
Gurgling o'er its silver sand,
Flows the bright Keiskamma.
Winding 'mid mimosa glens,
Rocky banks and reedy fens,
By the tigers' hidden dens,
Glides the pure Keiskamma.
Where the furious torrents dash
O'er the rocks with deafening crash,
Ever onward, wild and rash,
Rolls the bright Keiskamma.
Where the willow branches bend,
And to earth their shadows lend,
Here its crystal waters wend— Beautiful Keiskamma.
Through long valleys soft and green,
'Neath a cloudless heaven serene,
Glittering in its silver sheen,
Flows the clear Keiskamma.
Where the rugged rocks protrude,
And disturb its placid mood,
'Neath the shadowy yellow-wood,
Breaks the pure Keiskamma.
Where the river-horses splash,
And the foaming breakers dash
'Gainst the rocks with mighty crash,
Sweeps the bright Keiskamma.
Here, though sinking fast away,
For its waters may not stay,
Lovely as throughout its way
Is the bright Keiskamma.
Then at last its journey o'er,
Where it seeks the wild sea-shore,
'Midst the mighty ocean's roar,
Dies the sweet Keiskamma.
George E. Bulger.
* ↑ A river bordering Cape Colony and Kaffirland.
* ↑ Mountains where the Keiskamma rises.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/Anonymous (3)

VOLKSLIED.
(dutch old national anthem.)
Een boer is maar een arme ding; De rede zal ik nou maar zing, Al work hij door met hand en mond, Verdien hij in een jaar maar schaars een pond. Hij het nie tijd om uit te rij, Zoo kan hij ook nie lekker vrij; En als een meisje hij wilvra, Dan seh zij die werk is al te zwaar,— Zoo een boer, hij is maar een arme ding, Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, Zoo een boer, hij is maar, enz.
Een gave ding is een boer, seh ek, Want hij het rijklijk varkens' spek. En waar is een man die een mooie vrouw Zoo goed als een boer kan onderhou? Zonder 'n boer zal wees geen brood, En zonder kos gaat almal dood. Zoo moet die mense die boere dank Voor al die kos en al die drank, Zoo een boer is tog een gave ding, Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, Zoo een boer is tog een gave ding, Voornaam als hij een Engelschman ben.
Anonymous.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/F. C. Kolbe

CORONATION ODE.
(EDWARD VII. AND ALEXANDRA. 1902.)
Freemen, we bring our Sovereign lord a homage proud and free, And place upon his brow to-day the Crown of Liberty.
For us, no helpless crouching down beneath a tyrant's power; Nor passing choice of mob-formed breath, the passions of the hour.
We take our Kings by God's own choice, the sacred law of birth; But we have also taught our Kings the sacred law of worth.
The Sceptre from Victoria's hands comes weighted with the gold Of honour and unselfish grace, of duty manifold.
Not for himself our King ascends the steps of Britain's throne. The people's suffrage with him goes; the glory is our own.
Our story of a thousand years, though oft with fault and flaw, Reveals a royal progress still of liberty and law,—
Shows 'mid the ruins, smoking yet, of things that once have been,
Above the crash of Kings and States, a Sovereignty serene,
Which, like the Queen we hail to-day with many a jubilant chime,
Retains its beauty unimpaired despite the lapse of time.
Who thinks, upon the nuptial morn, that love and bliss may fail?
There is the hope, there is the joy, there is the bridal veil.
This is an Empire's Wedding-day: its fair ideal shines,
And of its hopes and purposes a fadeless garland twines.
Not ours to hide, in garish light, the shadows round the Throne,— War's consequence, the orphan's cry, mothers and widows' moan,—
Religious discord, social strife, and racial discontent,—
The murmur of the toiling crowds, beneath their burdens bent.
These to the Empire's heart appeal, nor to the crown belong;
There is a meaning in the words, "the King can do no wrong."
The Sovereign Power unshaken stands, like truth o'er passing dreams,
And, lit with glory from on high, above the shadow gleams,—
Gleams as th' eternal starlight gleams over earth's cloudy floor,—
Crowns as the steadfast rainbow crowns the cataract's varying roar.
Therefore our hundred million souls join heart, and mind, and voice,
Therefore, all strife and discord hushed, one triumph we rejoice:
And through the Empire's earth-wide bounds, joy's emblems we display,
The King and Queen of all our realms are throned and crowned to-day.
F. C. Kolbe.
TABLE MOUNTAIN.
Great Table Mountain, which I daily scan
With still increasing joy, this morn was framed
In a low rainbow Phœbus rightly aimed
Just to include the outline in its span.
And surely never since the world began
Was Nature's ruggedness more sweetly tamed.
Yet through my heart a sudden terror flamed;
Heaven's smile more dread inspires than earthly ban.
Such is the alchemy of sun and rain:
Touching earth's choicest dream of loveliness,
It turned life's daily pleasure into awe.
And, pray, what meant it? Nay, I cannot guess:
But all that is within me,—soul, heart, brain,— Was dumbly glorified by what I saw.
F. C. Kolbe.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Rowley, Richard Freeman

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​ROWLEY. (Captain, 1830. f-p., 16; h-p., 12.)
Richard Freeman Rowley, born in 1806, is fourth son of the late Admiral Sir Chas. Rowley, Bart., G.C.B., G.C.H.
This officer entered the Navy 4 Feb. 1819; passed his time as Midshipman on board the Medina 20 and Euryalus 42; obtained his first commission 17 May, 1825; served, from 21 of that month until promoted to the rank of Commander 8 May, 1827, in the Victory 104, as Flag-Lieutenant at Portsmouth to Sir Geo. Martin; and from 14 Jan. 1829 until advanced to his present rank 26 Feb. 1830, was employed in the capacity last mentioned on board the Badger 10, at Plymouth, in the North Sea, and at the Cape of Good Hope. On leaving that vessel the officers and crew presented him with a handsome piece of plate, “as a lasting testimonial of their esteem, and an expression of their gratitude for the happiness they had experienced under his command.” His subsequent appointments were – 4 April, 1835, to the Sapphire 28, fitting for the Mediterranean, whence he returned in the summer of 1838 – and 31 Dec. 1842, to the St. Vincent 120, as Flag-Captain to his father at Portsmouth. He has been on half-pay since Sept. 1845. Capt. Rowley married, 12 July, 1838, Elizabeth Julia, daughter of John Angerstein, Esq., by whom he has issue seven children. Agents – Messrs. Chard.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Royer, Charles

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​ROYER. (Retired Commander, 1838. f-p., 17; h-p., 36.)
Charles Royer entered the Navy, in the spring of 1794, as A.B., on board the Swiftsure 74, bearing the flag of Rear-Admiral Wm. Parker in the West Indies. He was afterwards, while serving in the same ship under Capt. Benj. Hallowell, most actively employed in the Mediterranean, where he fought at the battle of the Nile, took part as Midshipman in many important operations on the coast of Italy, and was present, 24 June, 1801, in a desperate engagement of more than an hour’s duration, which reduced the Swiftsure to a wreck and rendered her a prize to a French squadron of four sail of the line under Rear-Admiral Ganteaume. Joining next, as Master’s Mate, the Camelion brig, Capt. Thos. Staines, he assisted in the boats of that ship at the capture of several armed feluccas near Tarragona. He served subsequently in the Kent 74 and Victory 100, flag-ships of Sir Rich. Bickerton and Lord Nelson, both in the Mediterranean; where he was made Lieutenant, 19 Nov. 1804, into the Madras 54, Capt. Chas. Marsh Schomberg, and where, from Aug. 1805 until paid off in Aug. 1809, he served in the Ambuscade 32, Capt. Wm. D’Urban. His last appointment was, in May, 1810, to the Astraea of 42 guns and 271 men, commanded by his former Captain, Schomberg; under whom, while cruizing, 20 May, 1811, off Madagascar, in company with the Phoebe and Galatea frigates, similar in force to the Astraea, and 18-gun brig Racehorse, he assisted after a long and warmly-contested action with the French 40-gun frigates Rénommée, Clorinde and Néréide and a loss to the Astraea of 2 killed and 16 wounded, at the capture of the Rénommée. On the surrender of the latter ship he was sent in a sinking boat, accompanied by Lieut. John Drury, R.M., and 5 seamen, to take possession of her. His conduct while on board, we are officially informed, reflected much credit upon him. He left the Astraea in Oct. 1811, and accepted his present rank 22 Feb. 1838.
For injuries sustained in the Ambuscade in 1806, Commander Royer was presented with a gratuity from the Patriotic Fund, and awarded, 4 Nov. 1809, a pension of 45l. 12s. per annum. He is Harbour-Master at Port Louis, Mauritius. Agents – Goode and Lawrence.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Rubidge, Charles

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​RUBIDGE. (Retired Commander, 1841. f-p., 18; h-p., 33.)
Charles Rubidge entered the Navy, 16 Oct. 1796, as Fst.-cl. Vol., on board the Arrow sloop, Capt. Nathaniel Portlock, and during the 13 following months was employed in the Channel. From March, 1800, until Oct. 1802, he served on the Home, Mediterranean, and West India stations in the Ceres and Transfer, both commanded by Capt. John Nicholas, and Ceres again, Capts. Wm. Russell and Chas. Jones. In the Transfer he accompanied the expedition to Egypt in 1801. After he had been for three years attached, in the Mediterranean, Channel, and North Sea, to the William store-ship, Master-Commander Thos. Brown, and Agincourt 64 and Orpheus 32, both commanded by Capt. Thos. Briggs, he was nominated, 14 March, 1806, Sub-Lieutenant of the Censor, Lieut.-Commander Joshua Latimer Rowe. During the afterpart of the war he served in the Regulus 44, flagship off Guernsey of Sir Edm. Nagle, Aetna. bomb, Capts. Wm. Godfrey, Paul Lawless, John Bowker, and John Fordyce Maples, and in command of the Hardy and Bloodhound gun-brigs. The Aetna assisted at the bombardment of Copenhagen and the siege of Flushing; and the Hardy co-operated in the defence of Cadiz. The Bloodhound was employed on the coasts of North America and England. Lieut. Rubidge accepted his present rank 12 Oct. 1841.
He is Registrar of Peterborough, Upper Canada. Agents – Messrs. Stilwell.