“Why dost thou build thy halls,
son of the winged days?
A few short years and the blast
of the desert comes
It howls in thy empty court”
“A spirit passed before me, I beheld
The face of Immortality
Deep sleep came down on every
eye save mine,
And there it stood, all formless
Along my bones the creeping
flesh did quake,
And as my damp hair stiffened,
thus it spake,
‘Is man more just than God? Is
man more pure
Than He who deems even Seraphs
Creatures of clay, vain dwellers
in the dust,
The moth survives you, and are
ye more just?
Things of a day, ye wither ere
Heedless and blind to Wisdom’s
Byron’s Paraphrase from Job
extra particulars concerning the old historic Hely family.
Frederic Augustus Hely, whose wife lies in the Paddington
cemetery, was the first Superintendent in Chief of convicts in
Sydney. He died in 1835, and was buried in a vault in his own
orchard at Gosford, Broken Bay. His wife was Georgina Lindsey
Bucknell. One of their sons was Hovenden Hely, the explorer,
who was out with Leichhardt in 1846, and went to search for
him in 1852.
One son was Henry Lindsey Hely, a barrister, who became
a Queensland District Court judge.
One daughter married the late W. L. G. Drew, then a
paymaster in the Fleet. He came to Queensland, joined the
Civil Service, and his last position was Chairman of the Civil
Another Hely girl married Edward Strickland, a major in the Royal Artillery, and afterwards Sir Edward Strickland, Commissary- General, who served in the Zulu War of 1878.
Another girl married Captain G. K. Mann, Royal Horse Artillery, who after retiring from that position, became Superintendent of the Penal Settlement on Cockatoo Island, Sydney Harbor, where he planned and superintended the docks.
Hovenden Hely was the father of the six tall sons of
whom one is Major Hely, at present in the Government Savings
These are a few results from F. A. Hely’s marriage in
the long ago with the woman who lies in the Paddington
Mary Grace Sheppard, who died on June 28, 1869, was the
wife of Edmund Sheppard, judge of the Metropolitan District
Court. Her infant son, Alfred Henry, had died on October 15,
1866. One of our chief Government officers tells the following
In 1869 a
young fellow named Davidson was out one night with some boon
companions, and they were on their way home late at night.
Davidson lived in North Brisbane, the others on the South
side. He went with them to the ferry, and they advised him to
go home. The ferry boatman was a Chinaman, named George. A
punt also ran across on a rope, there being no bridge. They
pushed the boat off, and Davidson took off his coat and
trousers and dived in head first after it. The Chinaman merely
said, ‘Oh, let him swim out,’ and pulled away. Davidson was
drowned, and the police dragged for two days without success.
On the third day, the ferry boat left the steps with Mrs.
Sheppard, then on the eve of becoming a mother, two other
passengers, and the officer who tells the story. When a short
distance out the punt was coming in from the south side.
Suddenly, at the stern of the boat, the body of Davidson rose
from the river, head first, shot up, until breast high,
glared, as it were, for a second with those ghastly, glassy,
staring eyes, turned over on the back, and floated away. The
second it rose, the officer, with remarkable presence of mind,
instantly caught Mrs. Sheppard by both arms, to prevent her
turning around to look at the body, and held her for at least
a hundred yards, speaking to her softly, and telling her he
would give a clear explanation. The judge afterwards thanked
him earnestly, expressing a belief that he had save his wife’s
life. Alas! Poor Mrs. Sheppard got puerperal fever after the
birth of that baby, and lies there in the Paddington cemetery,
so her life went after all.
A young Church of England clergyman is thus recorded:
“Jesu Mercy. In memory of the departed John Brakenridge, M.A. of Christ’s College, Cambridge, Clerk in Holy Orders. Died March 26, 1861, aged 31.”
He was one of the many young men who have come out to
Queensland in that advanced stage of consumption which no
climate can cure.
Braysher, who died on September 27, 1871, aged 35, was the
landlord of “Braysher’s Hotel,” now the Metropolitan, in
Edward Street. His widow married Duncan, and after Duncan
died, Mrs. Duncan kept the hotel for years.
Mrs. Duncan’s Metropolitan Hotel was the favorite house
for squatters in those days, and probably then the best hotel
Buried at Paddington, is an old fellow named Marvel,
perhaps a descendant of the famous Andrew Marvel. He was one
of the band of ticket-of-leave men who came to the Darling
Downs in 1840, with Patrick Leslie, when he took up the first
station, Toolburra. In after years, Leslie wrote that “they
were 20 as good and game men as ever I saw, and worth any 40 I
have ever seen since.”
Marvel was a chum of Peter Murphy, whose name is borne
by Murphy’s Creek, on the Toowoomba line. Murphy was also one
of Leslie’s men, and he died at Charters Towers on April 6,
Among the stone-less graves is that of Tom Mostyn, one
of the mob who pulled Trevethan’s butchers shop down in the
beef riots at Charters Towers, on October 30, 1872.
Another man named Perkins was with Captain Owen Stanley
on the Rattlesnake, on the Queensland coast, in 1846, and was
present at the Captain’s funeral at North Shore, Sydney, on
March 10, 1850.
There are many interesting men lying among the unknown
dead. A young fellow buried there was a son of Charles
Alcocks, who was one of the owners of the “Free Press,” a
squatting paper, published in Brisbane in 1851, the office
being on the site of the present Australian Hotel. Young
Alcocks was killed by being thrown from his horse at Cowper’s
Plains, in 1851. These plains are erroneously called “Cooper’s
Plains,” though named from Dr. Cowper, the first medical man
at the early convict settlement at Moreton Bay. Even Moreton
Bay is spelled wrongly, as it was named by Captain Cook after
the Scottish Earl of Morton, in whose name there is no “e.”
An old lady, still living, tells us that in the Paddington cemetery, she has a brother, who went up the Brisbane River on June 27, 1846, in the first trip of the small steamer, Experiment, owned and built by Pearse, when the first and second class passenger return fares were 6s and 4s, and the freight on wool was 2s per bale. She remembered when Francis Gill, for many years Postmaster at Ipswich, had a saddler’s shop at South Brisbane, in 1843. This latter tough old gentleman is still alive and well, and can be seen weekly in Queen Street, faultlessly dressed and wearing a bell topper hat.
She herself remembers when the first soda water and
lemonade factory was started in North Brisbane, by Fisher and
Gregory, in 1853, and Dr. Hobbs had his dugong oil fishery on
the island of St. Helena, fifteen years before Superintendent
Macdonald started to cut the scrub in 1864 to prepare it for a
A two year old son of John and Ann Nott was buried on
May 17, 1875. Nott was a merchant in Elizabeth Street, and had
a wholesale house there. His wife was widow of a painter named
Murray. She was a daughter of Lachlan McLean, whose son,
William McLean, was once a well known blacksmith in Elizabeth
Street. Nott died at Enoggera Terrace. His widow is still
alive, and resides near Woolloongabba. She was referred to in
a former article.
Elizabeth Bateman, who died on March 9, 1873, was the
wife of Samuel Bateman, who kept a hotel on the site of the
present Hotel Cecil. It was built by a man who was foreman
printer on the “Courier,” in old Jimmy Swan’s days. After
Bateman died, the property was bought at a low figure by Dr.
Mullen, who built the Hotel Cecil of the present day.
The Horrocks family buried three of their children,
Reginald Blackall, Algernon Levinge, and Gertrude Mary
Horrocks, in 1871 and 1873, aged 13 months, 10 months and 2
years and 9 months. Horrocks was the well known Officer in
charge of the Orphans, and was once Immigration Agent. He held
a captain’s rank in the army. He was a Manchester man, and a
nephew of the Horrocks known
to all women and drapers, as the originator and maker
of “Horrocks’ long cloths.” He married a Miss Miller, whose
father was a police magistrate at Armagh, in Ireland. That
marriage was against the wish of his uncle, and it cost
Horrocks a fortune.
Horrocks was an educated, polite man, who commanded
general respect. The tragical fate of one of his sons is still
familiar to Brisbane people. A daughter, aged 18 or 19, died
recently, but Mrs. Horrocks still resides in Brisbane.
Reginald Miller, of the Audit Office, is her brother.
Ernest Alexander Cairncross, a child of 21 days, who died on September 26, 1867, was a son of Cairncross, who kept a store on the corner of Queen and Albert Streets, where Rutter, the chemist, recently had a shop.
Cairncross was married to a daughter of old George
Edmonstone, once M.L.A., for Brisbane. He had a butchering
business in Queen Street. One of the daughters of Cairncross
married the present Hon. A. J. Thynne, who was staying at the
time with the Cairncross family on Spring Hill. This
Cairncross is often confused with Captain Cairncross, who
owned Wattlebrae, and in front of whose house was the
“Cairncross Buoy,” well known to all boating men. That red
buoy is still there.
A. R. and Annie Jones buried an infant on February 28,
1870. Jones was a shipbuilder, predecessor of Paul and Gray.
One of his sons, named Sydney, became partner in the
legal firm of Rees R. and Sydney Jones, of Rockhampton. He
married a daughter of the late John Ferguson, and when he died
his widow, who had several children, married J. T. Bell, late
Minister for Lands.
There is a stone placed over Charles Augustus Basham,
by his brother, W. H. Basham, who still resides at Oxley.
Basham died on April 12, 1873, aged 37. The father of these
Bashams was an officer in the Irish Coast Guards. Our
informant was present, as a boy, at his funeral, at
Cushendall, Red Bay, Glens of Antrim, in 1849. The boy had run
away from home to see the funeral, and saw a hearse for the
first time. This gruesome vehicle gave him an awful scare, but
nothing like the scare his dad gave him when he reached home.
Amelia Isabella Peake, who died on April 22, 1873, aged
only 24, was the wife of Captain Peake, first Captain of the
old Government steamer, Kate, which finally sank in Moreton
Bay. Two of Mrs. Peake’s infants are buried with her. The ages,
24, 25, and 26, were the fatal period for an appalling number
of wives. When his wife died, Captain Peake went to Sydney,
and died somewhere in New South Wales.
One day in 1872, someone saw two large strange fish in
the pond of the Botanic Gardens. Captain Peake had a seine net
and that was taken down to the pond. The fish were caught and
caused great astonishment, as no one at the time had seen
anything like them. But the usual expert came along and found
that they were two specimens of
Ceratodus of the Mary and Burnett Rivers. Enquiries
proved that they had been caught years before in Tinana Creek
and been sent down to the gardens by the late R. B. Sheridan,
then Collector of Customs, in Maryborough. Then they were
restored to the pond and vanished again into oblivion until
the days of curator McMahon, when one of his men, a Teutonic
gentleman, was cleaning out the pond, and caught a ceratodus,
then weighing about 12lbs. The German merely remarked, “By
shingo, dis vos goot,” and took it home and ate it. Next day
he caught another, but McMahon happened to come along, and
sent it up to Curator de Vis at the Museum. De Vis saw at once
what the fish was, and sent it back to the Gardens, where it
was placed in the pond, none the worse for its temporary
absence. Finally that one and his mate were removed to the
fountain pond at the south-west corner of the Gardens, and
both were taken away by the flood of 1893, or 21 years after
Captain Peake had hauled them out in his seine net.
John Wallace Barnett, who died on September 3, 1872, at
the age of 46, was a well known man in Brisbane, where he was
Consular Agent for the United States, a country in which he
had lived for some years. He and Heusmann, and G. R. Fyfe,
were once owners of one of the principal Mount Perry mines,
and the town of “Fyfe Barnett,” actually stood on the present
site of Mount Perry. Barnett’s only son, Sydney Barnett,
married a daughter of William Baynes, once a partner in the
squatting firm of Moore Brothers and Baynes, owners of
Barambah station, on the Burnett.
Baynes was returned as member for the Burnett, at the
General Election of 1878, as a supporter of McIlwraith. He was
a fine, genial, honest fellow, and a general favourite on both
sides of the House. The present writer was a member in those
days and can write with authority. Sydney Barnett lives today
at Ormiston, on the Cleveland railway.
One of Cobb and Co.’s coachman, a young fellow named
Henry Taylor, was drowned in Oxley Creek, on March 11, 1870,
aged 29, and his fellow employees erected a stone over his
To the Editor “Truth”
F. Dennecke, in your last issue, correctly pointed out that it
was H. Shepperson, bookseller, and not W. J. Buxton, that
deserted his wife for an actress. Her name was Emilie
Melville, an American burlesque artist, for whom Shepperson
acted as agent. I remember her in the ‘seventies (1870s) at
the Theatre Royal in “Kenilworth,” “Fatinitza,” “Boccaclo,” and other “leg
show” extravaganzas. When Blondin, “Hero of Niagara,” was here, he was
engineered by Shepperson, who became a nine days’ hero of
Brisbane, after riding on Blondin’s back on the aerial wire.
The show was held in the gardens, and Blondin’s wire was
stretched high in the air, over where the Kiosk now stands.
Hundreds of “outer outers” occupied positions on the rocks on
the opposite side of the river, and if the distance did not
“lend enchantment to the view,” it at least saved them a “bob
I am, sir,
C. S. P.
has received two other communications confirming C.S.P.T. as
to the fact that it was Shepperson who eloped with the actress
fair, but both gave the name of the latter as Lydia Howard.
JANUARY 26, 1908
They grew in beauty side by side
They filled one home with glee,
Their graves are severed far and
By mountain, stream, and sea.
The same fond mother bent at
O’er each fair sleeping brow,
She had each folded flower in
Among the unknown graves are those of a number of
aboriginals, who were hanged.
These are said, by some early colonists, to have been
buried outside the cemetery, and others say they were buried
in a corner inside.
It is certain they were all taken charge of by the Church of England.
On April 21, 1854, a notorious
black called “Dundahli,” was hanged on the site of the present
General Post Office. He had been accused of seven murders, but
the one he was hanged for was that of William Gregor and Mary
Shannon, at the Pine River. On the day he was hanged – by a
hangman purposely brought from Sydney – there was a mob of
about 33 blacks on the “Windmill Hill,” where the Observatory
is today. They called to Dundahli, as he stood on the gallows,
and he called back, telling them to be sure and kill
“Woom-boongoroo,” the black who had betrayed him. He was
captured in the Valley, where he had incautiously ventured
among a lot of other blacks, through the agency of a man named
Baker, who in after years had a farm and hotel at Walloon, in
Baker knew Dundahli, and enticed
him into a room where three other men were concealed, and the
four men sprang on him, and held him until the police came.
Dundahli was badly knocked about in the struggle.
Mrs. Baker told the writer in 1878, that there was a reward of £25 for his capture, and she went to the courthouse and drew the money for her husband. She is said to be still alive, in Ipswich, or was a few years ago.
Dundahli had too long a drop, and fell with his feet on the coffin underneath. The hangman doubled his legs us, and added his own weight, until the miserable black was strangled.
It was a ghastly spectacle for a crowd of men, women,
Dundahli was buried at Paddington, either inside or
outside the Church of England ground.
Two other blacks who were hanged are also there. These
were “Chanerrie,” and “Dick,” hanged on August 4, 1859, for a
criminal assault on a German woman. They were two Burnett
The came “Kipper Billy,” who was shot by Warder
Armstrong when attempting to escape from the jail. It was
remarkable that no bullet wound was discovered, but it must
have reached his interior somehow, unless he died on shock, or
what the modern sawbones calls “stoppage of the heart’s
action.” Presumably, if the heart continued working, death
would be indefinitely postponed.
Some enterprising criminologist opened “Kipper Billy’s”
grave, and took his skull away. This raised much indignation
on the part of Shepherd Smith and Henry Buckley, the cemetery
trustees. Someone, in 1854, had dug down to Dundahli and taken
his head. The Paddington cemetery was a lonely isolated spot
in those days, and there was opportunity enough to dig up
Buried there is a man named Jubb, who had a hotel in
Cunningham’s Gap, on the old road to Toowoomba, in 1852. In
that year, two distinguished visitors went up to see the
squatters on the Downs. These were Lord Ker, and Lord Scott,
the latter being a son of the Duke of Buccleugh. They stayed,
on their way up and down, at Jubb’s Hotel. These were the
first lords who ever visited the territory now called
Queensland. Jubb’s name recalls the “Jubb Jubb” in the
“Hunting of the Snark.”
A neat headstone marks the grave of Thomas Ayerst
Hooker, second son of James and Mary Hooker, drowned in the
Condamine crossing at Undulla, on December 13, 1866. A
squatter named James Hooker, or Hook, was one of the owners of
Weranga Station, in 1856, afterwards sold by Hook, or Hooker,
to Mort and Laidley. Was this young fellow Hooker his son?
Perhaps some old squatter will kindly tell us. And was the
body brought all that distance in those days, to be buried at
Buried on December 23, 1871, was a child of seven
months old, named Moreton Franklyn Ryder, son of the long
experienced and courteous Under Secretary W. H. Ryder, of the
Home Office. Ryder was born in Prince Edward Island, Canada,
in November, 1843, and came to Victoria in 1851.
In 1861, he was on the staff of the old “Guardian”
newspaper in Brisbane, and in 1862 became a clerk in the
Government Printing Office. Thence he rose rapidly and finally
reached the post of Under Secretary, in 1896. He had once a
sadder bereavement than that of the baby of 1871, when a fine
son was killed on Breakfast Creek bridge by being thrown off
his pony on the way to school. One of his sisters was married
to Rickards, once station master at Ipswich, and became mother
of Katie Rickards, the brilliant pianisto.
Harold Durham Paul, who died on June 12, 1873, was a
four months and fourteen days old baby, fourth son of George
William and Emily Paul. This George William is our well known
genial Judge Paul, who was born at Penrith, New South Wales,
on June 2, 1839, and came to Queensland on December 25, 1863.
He became Crown Prosecutor in 1866, Acting Judge in 1871, and
District Court Judge in 1874. He has been three or four times
Acting Judge of the Supreme Court.
A young fellow named William Page had an accident on
board the ship Light Brigade, on her way to Brisbane, and was
so badly injured that he died after arrival, on December 15,
1866, aged 22.
A young fellow named John Mace, said to be a brother or
nephew of the famous boxer, Jem Mace, was drowned in the
Brisbane River, on September 11, 1869, aged 23.
One grave holds the infant son of George Hope and
Morforwyn Verney. Captain Verney was aide-de-camp to Governor
Blackall, and left Queensland when the Marquis died.
Evidently Mrs. Verney, if we are to judge by her name,
belonged to a Welsh family.
The child died on November 26, 1870.
It would appear as if one early settler was somewhat of
a humorist, with regard to names. That was Henry Rosetta, who
died on December 9, 1863, aged 49. Beside him lies a six year
old son, whom he had named “Christmas Gift,” and who died June
23, 1864. This is the Rosetta who gave his name to “Rosetta
Swamp” of the present day, the notorious quagmire out of which
Dr. Ham has ordered the City Council to expel all microbes
One stone-less grave contains a man named Marks, who
was one of a number badly injured in a terrible boiler
explosion at the Union foundry, in Maryborough, in 1872, when
seven men were killed. One half of the boiler was blown clear
over a Chinaman’s garden, 200 yards away.
In 1855, two shiploads of German immigrants arrived in
Brisbane, by the ships Merbz and Aurora. They were engaged in
Germany by a man named Kirchner, of Kirchner and Co., of
Sydney, who brought them out on a two years engagement.
They were intended for the stations, as men were scarce
in those days, especially shepherds, of whom a great number
were killed by the blacks. The squatters were to pay £16 for
each German’s passage, to be deducted from his two years’
wages. A majority of the squatters made no deductions, and the
Germans gave great satisfaction. A number shared the fate of
those who fell under the spear and nulla. Among these
immigrants were two brothers named Muller, one of whom died a
month after arrival, and was buried in the Paddington
cemetery. The brother went as a hutkeeper on Manumbar station,
and was killed by the blacks.
Captain Graham Mylne, M.L.A., and his wife, Helena
White, buried a five months old child on May 31, 1868. Mylne
in that year, was member for the Warrego. The Mackenzie
Ministry was in office, and in a precarious position. Not a
soul of either the Council or Assembly is alive today. South
Brisbane was represented by T. B. Stephens, North Brisbane by
A. B. Pritchard and Dr. O’Doherty, the Valley by Charles
Lilley. The 20 members of the Council, and the 31 of the
Assembly are all dead. Mylne spoke of the position of the
Ministry, who had been defeated on the Address-in-Reply, by 13
to 11, and the Governor refused to accept their resignation.
Mylne’s wife, the mother of the child at Paddington, was a
Miss White, sister of Albert White, of the Logan River, now of
Bluff Downs, west of Toowoomba. Besides his station on the
Logan, Albert White held old Combabah Station, which took all
the country from the Coomera River to Nerang, including
In 1870, the Manager of Combabah was old Sandy Gordon,
who kept a whole pack of Kangaroo dogs, the leaders of which
were usually about a mile ahead of Gordon on the march.
Present writer was a youth of 17, when on a first visit to
Queensland, in 1870, and we had two days kangaroo hunting with
Gordon. Southport then was covered by heavy forest, with rank
undergrowth, and long grass, full of wallabies.
Albert White, the present owner of Bluff Downs, on the
head of the Burdekin, was in Brisbane last week. He is one of
the finest specimens of men in Queensland. He was a young man
when owner of Nindooimbah and Coombabah. His sister, who
married Graham Mylne, is still alive and well, in Sydney, but
Mylne died many years ago, at Eatonswell Station, on the
One of his sons, also a Captain Mylne, fought in the
South African war, and was on the staff of Lord Metheun. He
passed through Brisbane last week, and we shall have occasion
to refer to him and Albert White again.
David Williams, who died on March 26, 1874, was a
Welshman, who had been years in the pilot service, at
Gladstone, and was also some time in the Port Office.
Can anyone enlighten us concerning Clara Ann Hopkins,
who died on April 12, 1874, aged 29, and on whose grave is
this extraordinary verse?
not as we saw her last,
suffering dying bed;
all death and pain are past,
living streams she is led;
learned the sacred story,
Saviour’s dying love,
now see the glory,
awaited her above..”
If the writer of this had seen the look in the eyes of
those who read it, he would have fled somewhere in the middle
of the night.
In the centre of Rosewood, near Marburg, is a flat
valley, once known as Sally Owen’s Plains, still known as such
to old residents. Sally was an old time celebrity, who kept a
hotel at Western Creek, between Rosewood and Grandchester,
then known as “Bigge’s Camp.” She used the plains for her
cattle and horses, as they were safe there from horse thieves
and cattle duffers. The “plains” were merely an open forest
pocket in the brigalow scrub. An enterprising person , who had
run an illicit still in the old country, thought Sally Owen’s
plains an ideal spot for a similar institution, and he made
whisky and rum there in hundreds of gallons. Likewise he
killed cattle and boiled then down for tallow. He took this
tallow to Ipswich in large casks, but there was only about six
inches of tallow in the inside of the casks, and all the rest
was occupied by kegs of raw spirit! This was engineered so
cleverly that there was never any discovery. That old time
distiller of Sally Owen’s Plains, lies at rest in Paddington
cemetery, near the southwest corner.
We withhold his name for the sake of his descendants.
The shepherds, shearers, stockmen, and bullock drivers of
those days must have had a gay time with the rum from Sally
Owen’s Plains. Artemus Ward would have said “that sort of rum
inspires a man with a wild desire to smash windows!”
In reference to correspondents who wrote to make
Notwithstanding the fair Josephine Papi’s declaration
that her uncle Jerry Scanlan was a surveyor, we have the
inexorable facts that he was a saddler by trade, and a
policeman by choice. Those who knew Jerry most intimately, say
he would not have known the difference between a theodolite
and a concertina. Jerry had a weakness for attending funerals,
mounted on a serious looking horse, with two long “weepers”
hanging from the back of his hat.
In reply to Mr. Rendall, who says his father’s name was
John Wood Rendall, we can only say that John Randall is the
name on the tombstone.
FEBRUARY 2, 1908
man, how wise, who sick of gaudy scenes,
by choice to take his favourite walk,
Death’s gloomy, silent cypress shades,
by Vanity’s fantastic ray,
his monuments, to weigh his dust,
loved, how valued once, avail thee not;
related, or by whom begot;
of dust alone remains of thee
Thou art and all the Proud shall be.
doctor says that I shall die;
I knew in days gone by,
would see your face once more,
its features o’er and o’er,
touch your hand, and feel your kiss,
your eyes and tell you this;
is done, that I am free,
through all eternity
neither part nor lot in me.
A neat headstone is over Susan Geary, wife of
Lieutenant William Geary, R.N. She died on August 9, 1852. She
was the mother of all the Queensland Gearys, including four
girls and three boys, of whom only one girl is alive today.
One of the sons was once manager of Jimbour station
when Joshua Peter Bell was owner, in the days when champagne
was a common beverage, and the silver on the Jimbour dining
table cost £500. Those days have passed.
It is interesting to remember that Joshua Peter Bell
was an enthusiastic admirer of the Miss Geary who married
Robert Little, the Crown Solicitor. Both were competitors for
her hand, and Little won. It was a grievous disappointment to
Bell, but the squatters of those days, like the French
Mirabeau family, had a talent for choosing fine women, and
Bell went and wooed and won a daughter of Dr. Dorsey, of
Ipswich. She and the Miss Geary who married Little, were two
of the finest specimens of women in Queensland. One Miss Geary
married Percy Faithfull, member of an old time honored family,
in New South Wales. On one occasion in their single days, the
sons of Faithfull were driving home across the Goulburn
Plains, when they were attacked by Gilbert, the bushranger,
and his gang, who had bailed up Springfield station, and
rounded up the whole population. The Faithfull boys made a
gallant fight, and were quite a surprise party to Gilbert. The
Gilbert men were armed only with revolvers, and knowing that
one of the Faithfulls had a rifle, in addition to their
revolvers, galloped round at long range, fired under the necks
of their horses, and from behind trees, and generally gave the
Faithfull warriors a wide berth. One of Gilbert’s men got
fairly close and fired from behind a tree, point blank at one
of the Faithfull brothers, but Faithfull’s horse threw up its
head at the exact moment, intercepted the ball with its
forehead, and fell dead. Finally the bushrangers cleared, and
the gallant fight of the Faithfulls was afterwards recognised
by the Government in a gold medal for each of the party.
One Miss Geary married E. O. Moriarty, engineer in
chief of Harbors and Rivers in New South Wales. Another
married a nephew of Sir Maurice O’Connell. The Miss Geary who
married Robert Little had a family of four sons and four
William Henry Geary, the grandfather, died on February 20, 1870. He was at one time Harbor Master in Brisbane. One of his sons, Godfrey N. B. Geary, was once chief clerk in the Lands office, and a captain in the artillery. He involved himself in a a lawsuit for breach of promise brought against him by a Miss Hollingsworth, of Stanthorpe, and she got a verdict for a thousand pounds. But she merely held it over him in terrorem, like a Damocles sword, which was to fall only if he married another girl. As he contracted no further engagements, the sword remained suspended until he died. Miss Hollingsworth finally married Tom Coventry, a gentleman whose name is not unknown in mining circles. Mrs. Coventry, an educated, intellectual, woman, was for years, the social editor-ess of the “Telegraph,” and once started on her own account a bright little journal called the “Princess,” which reached 22 numbers, and died generally regretted by all who knew it.
On the headstone of the Mrs. Geary from 1852 we read:
“And I heard a voice which said: ‘Write – blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth.”
Margaret Francis Clara, wife of William Pickering, died
on June 28, 1859, aged 43, and Pickering died on March 11,
1868, aged 57. Pickering was once Curator of Intestate
Estates, also an auctioneer and commission agent, and owned a
lot of land in the Valley, where the Pickering Estate took in
a considerable area now covered by closely built houses.
Alexander Raff succeeded him as Curator of Intestate Estates.
One of his sons, now deceased, was a once fairly well known
Captain Pickering, for some years labor agent in the South
Seas. His family are still in Brisbane.
Elizabeth Cowell, who died on January 17, 1864, aged
38, was the first wife of Tom Cowell, once one of Brisbane’s
best known men. Tom once had a dairy farm at the “One-Mile
Swamp,” the present Woolloongabba, and carried milk into town
in two cans slung on
a yoke across his shoulders. The farm was owned by old “Joe
Howe,” who is still alive. Joe had one daughter who married
Bill Moody, of Oxley.
Cowell prospered , as he deserved to prosper , and in
after years became the proprietor of the Sovereign Hotel in
Queen Street. Finally he retired, and lived in a house on the
North Quay, near the Longreach. The house was afterwards
occupied by Dr. Purcell, and at the present time is tenanted
by the Military Club. In that house, Tom Cowell’s first wife,
a fine specimen of a woman, died a tragical death through her
clothes catching fire, and the servant girl who tried to save
her was also burnt to death.
In after years, Tom married again, and the second wife
is still alive. By the first he had one daughter, who married
a man named Daniell, who died not long ago. Present writer
knew Cowell well. Once sold to him for £40 a double choke bore
Greener gun which cost £65. Cowell afterwards sold it to
Lennon, of Lennon’s hotel, for £40, and Lennon used it for
many pigeon matches. When he died the gun disappeared, and
finally found its way to a Brisbane pawn shop, where
warehouseman John Bell saw and bought it for £5, and it is now
in his possession.
On Mrs. Cowell’s grave is the line
“Ye know not what shall be on the morrow.”
One headstone, which has fallen down, bears the name of
two children, Emma and William Henry Collins, who died in 1863
and 1864. Beside them is the grandmother, Mary Collins, who
died on July 12, 1873, aged 86, one of the very few old people
in the cemetery. The father of the children, Jimmy Collins,
was a well known butcher and tanner, who once owned the
present York Hotel, which he built up from a butcher’s shop,
the money being mostly provided by Joshua Peter Bell, who
realised the words of the Psalmist, “passing away, passing
away,” for he never saw his cash anymore.
Ann Ellen Boyce, second daughter of William Martin
Boyce, E.L.C.S., died on June 11, 1866, aged 24. Also Susan,
wife of W. M. Boyce, died on May 27, 1874, aged 58. The stone
also records Ellen Victoria Board, youngest daughter of W. M.
and Susan Boyce, who died at Melbourne on August 24, 1877,
aged 34. She was the wife of T. A. Board, of Sydney, brother
of G. L. Board, present chief clerk in the Lands Office and
Inspector of State Forests. The stone also records Stuart
Leslie Board, a child of the mother, who died in Melbourne.
William Martin Boyce was for many years Town Clerk of
Toowoomba, and his only son, J. A. Boyce, is the well known
P.M. of Townsville. The first wife of W. M. Boyce was a Miss
Brown of Tasmania. When G. L. Board was a youth he went to a
collegiate school kept by the Rev E. B. Shaw, close to the old
windmill, the present Observatory. Among his fellow pupils
were the McDougalls and Taylors, of Toowoomba, Pring Roberts,
Arthur Chambers, Fred Hamilton, Jack Kent, the two Hausmanns,
and other sons of the pioneers.
A four months’ child named Frederick Charles Cracknell
was a son of Cracknell, who was the predecessor of Matvieff as
head of the Telegraph Department. He lived four miles out on
the Ipswich Road, near Hardcastle’s old hotel.
Gilbert Wright, of New South Wales, was a solicitor, who died in Brisbane on June 12, 1866, aged 37. He resided in the Valley. His widow married the well-known R. R. Smellie, founder of the firm of R. R. Smellie and Co. On Wright’s tomb are the words,
for the Lord; my soul doth wait, and in His word do I hope.”
Charlotte Greenwood was the wife of Christopher Henry
Greenwood, and died on March 16, 1857, aged 23. Greenwood kept
a hotel in Grey Street, near Russell Street, South Brisbane.
One Miss Greenwood married George Grenier, of Oxley. The
Grenier family held a lot of land in South Brisbane.
Joseph Thompson, who died on December 19, 1857, aged
38, had his name handed down by the Thompson Estate on the
Ipswich Road, near the junction.
On March 11, 1856, a young fellow named J. M. Omanney,
aged 20, was thrown from his horse and killed on the Breakfast
Creek road. He was a son of Major Omanney, of the Bengal
One of the earliest graves is that of Edward Roe Thomas, fourth son of Jocelyn Thomas, Esq., of Van Diemen’s Land, who died on July 31, 1853, aged 32. The stone assures us that
“he died in the Christian faith, a firm believer in his Saviour.”
was careful to have the “Esquire” on the tombstone. Some day
we shall see a stone to the memory of John Brown, J.P.
A neat stone marks the grave of Frederick Neville
Isaac, of Gowrie, Darling Downs, who died on July 12, 1865,
aged 44. This name takes us back to the early squatting days,
to the year 1845, when Hughes and Isaac held Westbrook and
Stanbrook stations, when Tom Bell, grandfather of the present
Bells, held Jimbour, and ex P.M. Papa Pinnock held Ellangowan.
Leichhardt named the Isaacs River, a tributary of the Fitzroy,
after F. Isaac, of Gowrie station. It is rather remarkable
that the name on the tombstone is Isaac, whereas Leichhardt
and the early records give it as Isaacs. The Isaac in the
Paddington cemetery was only 23 when he met Leichhardt at
Gowrie in 1844.
Alice Elizabeth Burrowes, who died in March 1859, was
the sixteen year old daughter of Major Edward Burrowes, one
time Deputy Surveyor-General when A. C. Gregory was
Surveyor-General. Burrowes held a lieutenant’s commission in
the 93rd Regiment at 17 years of age. He married a
Francis Susannah Nalder, who died at the age of 68, at
Burketown, when on a visit to her son, and was buried under
the only shade tree within a radius of 30 miles. Eight of her
family are still living, five sons and three daughters. One of
the girls, Frances Mary, is a widow, living in Yorkshire. Amy
is a Mrs. Allan Campbell, of Bathurst, and the third, Augusta,
is the wife of the well known Brisbane chemist Harry Cormack.
The first treadle sewing machine that ever came to Queensland
was imported by A. C. Gregory, and presented to Mrs. Burrowes.
It was a great curiosity in those days. Mrs. Cormack’s name,
Augusta, was given in honor of Gregory, whose name was
To the Editor of the
Sir, I see
in last Sunday’s “Truth” a paragraph re Jerry Scanlan. I can
give you a good lot about Jerry Scanlan and others of the old
hands in the ‘60s (1860s). Jerry Scanlan kept an hotel where
Stewart is now in Queen Street, which was called the “Sawyers’
Arms,” not the “Surveyors’ Arms.” He sold it to one John Jones
in 1854, and went across the street and opened another hotel
called the “Harp of Erin.” It was next to the Empire Hotel
now, which was then Paddy Meehan’s butcher shop. Scanlan sold
or left that place and built the hotel in Edward Street called
the “Shamrock Hotel.” I am not certain, but I think it is the
same hotel bearing that name now. Scanlan was a supporter of
Dr. Lang and John Richardson, when they were returned, beating
Dorsey and Hudson. All hotels were free on election day, and
there was a cask of beer with the head knocked out, and
vessels to drink it with, every 300 or 400 yards, starting
from George Street down to Queen Street to the Customs House –
it was called Petrie’s Corner then. Those were good old times.
Every one had money, plenty of work, and no unemployed. I saw
a man known as Red Smith (his name was Richard Smith) make a
bet that he could produce a pint pannikin full of sovereigns,
and George McAdam held the money. Smith brought the pannikins
full, and won the bet. I followed him from his own place in
George Street, between Charlotte and Mary Streets, to McAdam’s
“Sovereign Hotel” in Queen Street, about where Sing, Cribb and
Co., are now; that was, I think, in the year 1854.
Brisbane was small, only a few hundred, and a good many
of the inhabitants were either Government men or Lang’s
emigrants, and a good lot of people they were. “The
Fortitudes” were one lot. Of course, the free people were
beginning to come, and the convicts were being sent to the
south, and there was great agitation about Separation, and old
Dr. Lang, I think, went to England about it, with a petition,
which was granted. I was one of the passengers on the first
steamer that went from Brisbane to Ipswich. She was called
“Experiment,” and was owned by Campbell and Pierce. She left
what was called Dowse’s
wharf, just below the now sanitary wharf, on July 12,
1846, for Ipswich, on her first trip. I might be a little bit
out in my dates, but not much. She was captained by Mr. A. E.
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1908
“Farewell, my son! And farewell all my earthly happiness! Farewell, my only son! Would to God I had died for thee! I shall never more see earthly good in the land of the living! Attempt not to comfort me! I shall go mourning all the rest of my days, until my grey hairs come down with sorrow to the grave!”
with melancholy stare,
these solemn heaps of fate;
think, as soft and sad I tread
the venerable dead,
was, like me, they life possessed;
will be when I shall rest.
In the Baptist section of the Paddington cemetery is William Grimes, who died on October 30, 1870, aged 60. The stone tells us that he “was the father of Messrs. Grimes of this city.” It also records the death of Ernest Henry Grimes, a grandson, who died on May 12, 1875, aged 6. The Grimes family are prominent in Brisbane history over a considerable period. Samuel and George Grimes were members of the Assembly as representatives of Oxley and Bulimba.
In 1874, S. and G. Grimes, grocers of Queen Street, had
a sugar and arrowroot mill at Oxley, adjoining the Pearlwell
Estate, owned by Dr. Waugh, one of whose daughters was drowned
in the Quetta.
Sam and George Grimes were men of undoubted honesty,
but not orators or statesmen. On one occasion when Sam rose to
speak, Morehead got up and walked out, remarking: “I can’t
stand the hum of that arrowroot mill!”
This sarcastic observation referred to the arrowroot
making at the Coongoon mills. Grimes and Petty, and S. and G.
Grimes were once familiar firms.
One Miss Grimes married J. B. Hall, Accountant in
One daughter and one son, Ernest Henry Grimes, remained
Jane Bulgin, who died in 1872, was the wife of
auctioneer Bulgin, of Brisbane’s early days, and mother of
Henry Bulgin, generally known as “Lord Bulgin,” who died
recently, leaving a family, of whom one was for a time nurse
in the General Hospital. One of “Lord Bulgin’s” sisters was a
girl whose beauty captivated Sam Griffith, Chief Justice of
the Commonwealth, and Sam did his best to induce her to become
Mrs. Griffith, but Sam was not her ideal, or she had no idea
that he would one day have a salary of £3,500, and so she
rejected him and married C. C. Carrington, one of the still
living men who have been longest in the Civil Service in
Clara Reinhard, who
died on November 27, 1867, was a year old child whose sister
was one of the cleverest pupils in the early days of All
Hallows Convent School. Can anyone tell us what became of
William Hickey, who died on August 7, 1871, is under a
stone erected by his brother, Matthew Hickey, who was 30 years
with D. L. Brown and Co., and is now with Alexander Stewart
and Sons. Hickey’s brothers were well known perambulating
salesmen in the days when Mallens and Ziemans and other old
time peripatetic merchants were out in search of spare cash
from the pioneer settlers.
The oldest recorded grave in the cemetery is that of
“Margaret Brown, of Ipswich,” native of Kildare, Ireland, who
died on August 30, 1845, aged 35. Being Irish, she was
evidently no relation of the Ipswich Brown family, which
included Peter Brown, once mayor of Ipswich, and a leading
architect, as they were all decidedly Scottish, and wore kilts
and called themselves “Broon.” So far we have failed to trace
the Maggie Brown who was taken out to the Paddington cemetery
over sixty five and a half years ago, or three years after
Brisbane was thrown open to free settlement, in 1842.
Conspicuous among the graves of the white race is the
solitary last resting place of “Sing Cong Long,” in the
Presbyterian ground. How came this one lonely disciple of
Confucius and Mencius, and Bhudda, among the adherents of the
stern merciless uncompromising John Knox, who bearded the
Scottish, Queen Mary, in her den? Sing Cong Long was a Chinese
merchant and fruiterer, who had shops in Albert Street, and
was a general favourite with all classes. And yet Sing Cong
Long had unscrupulous enemies – with whom he wanted to get
even – and he studied the various religions to ascertain which
one gave most promise of a conclusive settlement. He decided
in favor of Presbyterianism after reading a translation of a
sermon by Calvin, who held that the chief joy of the Blessed
was in sitting on the battlements of Heaven and joyfully
contemplating the gymnastic performances of lost souls basting
in the sulphur ocean of fire underneath! Hence the appearance
of Sing Cong Long in the Presbyterian cemetery!
Caroline Jane Blakeney, buried on March 23, 1866, was a
little girl, six years and 20 days of age, daughter of William
and Eliza Blakeney. Blakeney was the once well known
Registrar-General, and son of Judge Blakeney. One of his
daughter s married T. H. B. Barron, and another married S. B.
Leishman, the squatter. Both were fine looking women. One of
Mrs. Barron’s daughters is the wife of one of Sir Arthur
Palmer’s sons. C. J. Blakeney, a once well known lawyer of
Brisbane, Cairns, and Cooktown, was another son of the Judge.
Thomas William Hutton, a young man who died in May
1874, was the son of an old gaol warder, whose name is borne
by Hutton Lane, between Adelaide and Ann Street. One of his
daughters married a son of Stuart Russell, author of the
“Genesis of Queensland.”
Maria Passmore, who died on April 11, 1872, aged 27,
was the wife of Hugh Passmore, one of a family well known in
the early days of Toowoomba, where they were prominent
Edmund Morris Lockyer, who died on June 28, 1872, aged
62, was a son of Major Lockyer, who came up the Brisbane River
in a whaleboat in 1825, and wrote a full description of all he
saw. Among the men with him were two red-haired soldiers, at
whose fiery ringlets the blacks were much astonished. Lockyer
and his party camped one night at the mouth of Oxley Creek,
and in his diary he says, “Emus were running about all night,
making an intolerable noise.” As emus do not move at night,
and make very little noise at any time, Lockyer evidently
referred to the stone plover, usually known as the curlew.
Lockyer’s name is handed down to us by Lockyer’s Creek at
Gatton, one of the tributaries of the Brisbane River.
Peter and Magdalena Betz buried a year old child on February 20, 1870, Betz kept the West Riding Hotel, at the foot of Queen Street.
The only child of William and Ellen Scarr, was buried on October 23, 1874. Scarr was a draughtsman in the Survey Office, and still resides in Brisbane. Very melancholy are these children’s graves. Old Matthew Prior, the poet, wrote,
the babe, who, privelege by fate,
shorter labour and lighter weight,
but yesterday the gift of breath,
Ordered tomorrow to return to death.”
Edward Hackway, who died on August 18, 1871, aged 41,
left a widow, a handsome woman, who married John Killeen
Handy, member for the Mitchell in 1863.
Bramston petitioned against his return, but the
Committee decided that he was legally entitled to hold the
seat. The petition was based on the ground that Handy was a
priest of the Roman Catholic faith, and as such could not be a
member of Parliament.
The chief evidence was that of Dr. Cain, who said that
with the Church of Rome, a priest is always a priest, and that
he cannot give up, nor can the church take from him, the
priestly character conferred by ordination. He might dress
like a layman, but he is always a priest. Even if under major
excommunication, he still remains a priest, though cut off
from positive and active communion with the faithful. Under
minor ex-communication he can still say Mass, and even under
major excommunication he can administer baptism in
emergencies. Handy said he joined the Church of England in
1863, and next month was married by a Church of England
clergyman. In 1865 he started practice as a barrister in
Brisbane, where he had arrived in the previous year. Evidently
Mrs. Hackway was Handy’s second wife. Handy’s vote on one
occasion saved the Palmer Ministry from defeat, a friendly act
not forgotten by Palmer.
An old time publican named Woods kept a hotel in Queen
Street, on the site of Todd’s auction mart. He was the man who
introduced the first cab to Brisbane, one of the old “jingles”
which have long since disappeared, though in a majority over
the hansoms for many years. The two seats were back to back,
the same as in an Irish jaunting car, but faced to and from
the driver, whereas in the Irish car the seats were back to
back facing over the wheels.
The first “jingle” was received with great applause and
much mirth, and as at that time the streets bore no
resemblance to a billiard table, it was necessary to hold on
securely to avoid being fired out into space. No citizen of that date was
recognised in “society” unless he had been on Woods’ jingle.
The driver on one occasion, after taking too much rum on
board, drove his astonished steed into the waterhole at the
corner of Albert and Adelaide Streets, and went to sleep on
the front seat. Sarcastic bushmen woke him up, and asked if he
was fishing. One of them waded in and led the horse out.
A young man of 22 named Martin Collins died on May 2,
1871. His father was a butcher in Queen Street, and one of the
family is still in the same trade in Warwick.
A child’s grave bears the name of Irwin Maling, who was
a military captain connected with a detachment of the 50th
Regiment, which bore the name of the “Dirty Half-hundred,” a
name said to have been acquired by their severe economies in
personal expenditure, especially where ladies were concerned.
Mary Jewell, who died in December 1874, aged 41, was the wife of Jewell, whose name is born by Jewell’s Buildings, near the Grand Hotel. Her sister married George Myers, and another is the widow of the late Aaron
missing) Fahey was adopted by the New
England blacks, who took him to the triennial festival at the
Bunya Mountains. Fahey evidently was quite at home with the
blacks, and he remained with the bunya tribes, who ornamented
him with raised “Moolgarre” scars on the breast and shoulders,
and gave him the native name of “Gilburrie.” He had been 12
years with the blacks, whose language he spoke fluently, when
found and brought in by Lieutenant Bligh and the native police
in 1854. He was taken to Sydney, identified by the
Superintendent of Convicts, and actually sentenced to 12
months hard labor for absconding 12 years before. Fahey
escaped and joined the blacks in 1842, the year in which Davis
and Bracefell were brought in by Andrew Petrie. Fahey had a
brother, a free man, who came out in 1852, and was in Sydney
when his brother was brought in. After “Gilburrie” Fahey had
served his time, the two brothers came to Brisbane, and went
to work on Jimbour station under the name of Bryant, but
“Bilburrie” was at once recognised by the blacks. Burke, the
manager of Jimbour had been killed by the blacks in 1852, not
far from the station.
The Bells told Fahey that they cared nothing about his previous career; but he only stayed there over one shearing season, and went away to New South Wales where he died.
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1908
is here, and death is there;
around, within, beneath,
is Death, and we are Death,
has set his mark and seal,
we are and all we feel,
we know and all we fear,
things that we love and cherish,
lost, for ever lost,
wide pathless desert of dim Sleep,
beautiful shape! Does the dart gate of Death
to thy mysterious Paradise,
equal violations of the dead?
how sacred! Sacred is the dust
Heaven labored form, erect, divine!
Heaven assumed majestic robe of earth.
Among the dead is one name well known in the Queensland State and Federal service today. On November 12, 1871, Richard Bliss, aged 44, was buried in the Paddington cemetery, and beside him lies his two little girls, Mary Sophia Bertha, and Maud Ethel, who had died in 1865 and 1869, aged six years and one year. Richard Bliss and family came to Queensland in 1864, in the Flying Cloud, commanded by Captain Jones, who was in after years drowned in the China Seas.
The Bliss family, on arrival in Brisbane, went to stay
with the Rev. John Bliss, at St. John’s parsonage, in William
Street. John and Richard Bliss were brothers, but the clerical
Bliss had been out some years before the other, and had ceased
to be a new chum when his brother arrived. Richard Bliss
became an officer in the Audit Office, and also the father of
six sons, of whom one is today in the Treasury, one in the
Lands Office, and two in the Customs, in Brisbane and
Townsville. One son, the eldest brother, was a captain in the
militia, and was present with Colonel Prendergast at the
storming of King Theebaw’s palace. One of the daughters of
Richard Bliss married the well known and deservedly respected
Dr. Ryan, of Gympie.
Mary Ann Hamilton, who died as a girl, at the age of 13
years, was a daughter of the once well known J. A. Hamilton,
who was in charge of Dunwich for over twenty years. One of her
brothers is a responsible officer in the Port Office today.
Hamilton, who died some years ago, married a second time, and
the second wife is still alive, and at present on a visit to a
daughter in North Queensland. By each wife he had a family of
six children. There was no better known man in Moreton Bay,
and Dunwich has never had a more considerate or sympathetic
Among those in the Presbyterian cemetery is Margaret
Stewart, who died on August 31, 1858. She was the wife of Hugh
Stuart, who died on June 28, 1871, aged 73. Hugh was a popular
blacksmith, whose smiddy was at the back of Menzies
boardinghouse, opposite Jerry Scanlan’s hotel in Edward
Street. Jerry’s hotel was then kept by a man named Fishley,
the predecessor of Jerry. Stewart was an enthusiastic
Highlander, and a great patron of the Caledonian sports.
Likewise he was a general favourite, and a real good old Scot.
James Paish, who died at the age of 26, on November 16,
1866, was a member of the “Queen’s Own” the 50th
regiment, then stationed at Brisbane, in the Petrie Terrace
barracks. This regiment left an unpleasant record. They were
in frequent conflict with the police, and a source of many
troubles. The men had an unsavory reputation. They were
charged with various robberies, and never paid any bills
except compelled. Frequently the police sent at night for the
officers to come and take charge of their men, who had been
arrested. Three of them assaulted Constable Colahan in Albert
Street, which even then had an evil reputation, and had him
apparently killed when the police arrived and handled the
soldiers roughly, in fact the three of them were knocked out
by a present day retired Inspector of Police, renowned for his
size as a son of Anak.
In South Brisbane, the redoubtable citizen, Paddy Fox,
is the only surviving link that binds us to that Queen’s Own
squad of 1868. When the regiment departed, Paddy was left
behind. He was either too virtuous and abstemious to continue
longer with such a reckless crew, or he was asleep at the hour
Henry Watson, who died on December 17, 1861, at the age
of 38, was a young man of independent means, whose old country
parents were comfortably situated. Watson married a daughter
from the Grenier family of South Brisbane. He was the first
man who traded in oysters from Moreton Bay to Brisbane. This
was a hobby with Watson more than a source of revenue. He
bought a cutter and engaged a man to bring oysters to Brisbane
and sell them. The oysters in those days were sold at 10s per
bag, or a shilling for a bucketful, and were a much better
quality than we get today. Watson’s career was unfortunately
cut off at the early age of 38, and the oyster trade
languished for two years afterwards.
Two children of Robert D. Henry died at Goodna in 1873
and 1875. Henry was then a warder at Woogaroo, but he was a
man who held a sailing master’s certificate, and in after
years we find him as captain of the schooner Tom Fisher, which
was built on the Clarence, and named after Tom Fisher, the
leading storekeeper of Grafton in those days. The schooner
traded for many years between Brisbane and Thursday Island,
and is still “going strong.” Captain Henry is at present
residing in Ernest Street, South Brisbane. His wife is a
sister of David Graham, retired Inspector of Police, well
known in Brisbane, Charleville, Rockhampton, Townsville, and
Burketown. He is now a resident of Edmonstone Street, South
The first vessel Captain Henry had in Queensland, was
the Governor Cairns, which was built in England purposely to
be used by the Queensland Government as a pilot schooner. Her
construction was supervised by Captain Daniel Boult, and she
was brought over by Captain Cairncross, nephew of the Captain
Cairncross who resided at Wattlebrae, near Bulimba. Captain
Henry had charge of the Governor Cairns, for some years in
Moreton Bay, where she was the pilot schooner. In the first
days of the annexation of New Guinea, she was chartered as a
yacht for the use of the Government. Then she had a term of
service at Cooktown and Thursday Island. About two years ago,
Captain Henry bought her a s a speculation, and sold her in
Sydney at a profit. This vessel had a varied and successful
career at least so far as escaping accidents or wreck was
Mary Baird was the wife of the Rev. John Wilson, a
Presbyterian parson, who lived near the Christian Brothers, on
Gregory Terrace. She died on January 17, 1866, aged only 29.
Wilson preached in the old Wharf Street church, and is
remembered as a good preacher, and all round real fine fellow.
He is the subject of a very comical reminiscence. Two
immigrant ships had arrived, and on board were many girls,
some of whom were of a somewhat frivolous disposition, girls
for whom Mrs. Grundy had no terrors. When one loose onshore
these festive ladies atoned for the restraint of the sea
voyage. Their conduct was giddy in the extreme. Three of the
choicest and their gentlemen friends took possession of
Wilson’s hay loft under the impression that it was some
peculiar sort of Australian bedroom. Wilson heard the voices
and advanced towards the loft in the form of a hollow square,
or some other military figure, and overheard remarks which
turned half his hair grey. He turned and fled to the police
station, muttering a prayer as he ran. At the station he found
the giant O’Driscoll, the genial Inspector Andrew of today,
and told him a dreadful tale. O’Driscoll asked him if he would
like them all hanged or merely admonished and discharged.
Wilson wanted them all arrested before they set fire to his
hay loft. O’Driscoll’s office was then in Adelaide Street,
next to the old Wesleyan church. He took two policemen with
him, and Wilson, in a cab, and the four started for the scene
of operations. The night was dark and heavy rain was falling.
O’Driscoll got a ladder, and climbed up to the loft, followed
by Wilson. Both stepped inside, and O’Driscoll lighted a
candle. The scene that presented itself turned the balance of
Wilson’s hair grey. Lying on the hay were three very scantily
dressed ladies, and three gentlemen wearing nothing, all sound
asleep. One of the three “gentlemen” was an American black,
whose dark skin contrasted conspicuously with the snow white
limbs of his “lady,” who was said to be a splendid specimen of
a woman. The scene in which she figured was one that could
only be described in a language that no reader of “Truth”
could understand. And all this in a clergyman’s hay loft! It
was blasphemy, sacrilege, atheism, and – most unbecoming!
The stern O’Driscoll was so shocked that he held on to a rafter to keep himself from falling out of the loft. Wilson clasped his hands and muttered, “Merciful God, what sons and daughters of Bekal are these?” Then duty called, and the warlike voice of the representative of O’Driscoll’s warrior race, woke the three brides and bridegrooms up in a hurry.
Seeing the colossal form of O’Driscoll standing over
them, they at first took him for Beelzebub, and gave a yell
that was heard at Sandgate! The ladies completed their toilet
in record time, and the sad procession of six were marched
down to the cells and locked up. They were brought up next
day, and, after a severe reprimand, discharged. One of them
was a humorist. He said they all went to the clergyman to get
married, and as it was a wet night and rather late when they
arrived, they did not like to disturb him before morning!
There was necessarily a great future before that man, in fact
he became in after years a Brisbane alderman, and what giddier
height could any man attain?
The bride of the dark gentleman settled in Albert
Street, where she had a home for years, renowned for its
hospitality to paying guests! Finally she captivated a well
off gentleman from the bush, and he married her and took her
home, and she became the mother of some very fine children,
and was an exemplary wife. She had proved the truth of the
adage that virtue is its own reward!
To mention her descendants would be to heave a
bombshell into a circle of some of Brisbane’s most select
society, so we merely shed a tear and pass on to the next. It
may be as well to mention, however, that Wilson’s yardman was
responsible for the party in the hay loft. Wilson always said
a short prayer when he thought of the horrors of that awful
A well known son of that dear old clergyman married the
widow of squatter Clapperton. She was originally a Miss
Kendall, a very accomplished, fine girl, who was educated at
the Brisbane Convent School.
Graham Lloyd Hart was the three year old son of his
well known father of that name, founder of the legal firm of
Roberts and Hart, merged into Hart, Mein and Flower, then Hart
and Flower, then Hart, Flower and Drury, and finally Flower
and Hart. Hart was one of the directors in the troubled times
of the Queensland National Bank. The child died on April 10,
To the Editor of “Truth”
before last reference was made to “Captain Maling of the 50th
regiment – the dirt half-hundred- a name said to be acquired
by their severe economies in personal expenditure, especially
where ladies were concerned.” I never heard of the 50th
being called by the above title, which in any case must have
been only of local significance, as the regiment was
universally known as “the blind half-hundred.” Through the
heavy smoke of battlefield they charged a stone wall, that
they mistook for the line of the enemy, and thus gained the
title of “the blind half-hundred.”
Captain Maling was aide-de-camp to Governor Bowen, and
Brady, a sergeant in the 50th, settled in
Queensland, and married a daughter of Chief Gaoler Sneyd. Most
of our early volunteers will remember Brady at the annual
encampments, and the mention of his name reminds me of an
amusing incident that occurred at a camp held at Warwick
nearly thirty years ago. Troops came from Brisbane, Ipswich,
and Toowoomba, and the sergeant-major of the contingent from
the last mentioned place was Brady. He was walking down the
lines on Sunday morning, calling out “Now then men, hurry up
for church parade. Get on the parade ground.” One of the
leading spirits of A Company, Brisbane, V.R., now a
middle-aged bookseller – not a hundred miles from the bridge –
winked his other eye at some comrades and said, “See me start
old Brady.” “Excuse me sergeant-major,” said he, “are we to
bring our rifles with us?” “Rifles be damned,” roared Brady,
in stentorian tones that could be heard from end to end of the
lines, “who the …ever heard of a man taking a rifle to
FEBRUARY 23, 1908
“How bold the flight of
Passion’s wandering wing,
How soft the step of Reason’s
How calm and sweet the victories
How terrorless the triumphs of
“ In death itself there can be
nothing terrible, for the act of death annihilates
sensation, but there are many roads to death, and some of
then justly formidable, even to the bravest; but so various
are the modes of going out of the world, that to have been
born may have been a more painful thing than to die, and to
live may be more troublesome than either.”
“Oh, God! It is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing,
In any shape, in any mood,
I’ve seen it rushing forth in
I’ve seen it on the breaking
Strive with a swollen convulsive
I’ve seen the sick and ghastly
Of sin delirious with its
the un-recorded dead is a half caste named “Macinnon,” who
died in 1869. He
was the son of an old pioneer “Paddy Macinnon,” who was out in
1847 with McPherson, on Mount Abundance station, which he had
taken up on Sir Thomas Mitchells’ description in 1846.
was stockman for Macpherson, and is described as a wild
character, who lived for years with the blacks. When the
blacks finally drove Macpherson off the station, he gave Paddy
all the stock that was left.
years afterwards, Paddy made periodical trips to Dalby or
Drayton, with a small mob of fat cattle, and had a wild spree
while the proceeds lasted.
was no Roma before 1862, in fact a sketch of it in 1864 shows
a primitive settlement of half a dozen houses and the post
office. Paddy had the usual platonic affection with an
aboriginal lady, whose name was “Concern,” who bore him a son,
the usual result of platonic affections that are prolonged
beyond a reasonable limit, and when Paddy died at Forester’s
public house on the Condamine in 1861, the boy, whose native
name was “Wyreela,” passed into other hands, and finally
reached Brisbane, where he died in 1869, aged 21 years, the
cause of death being inflammation of the lungs. He is buried
in the lowest part of the Church of England ground at
Buried near him, in the same month, was an old ex-convict named Tom Davis, who came out with the convict ship, Eudora, in 1838. After the vessel left Liverpool, someone confessed to committing the crime for which Davis was sentenced, and a pardon for him came out on the next ship. Davis worked on Captain Cadell’s steamer, the “Lady Auguste,” the first vessel that ever ascended the Murray. The Governor of South Australia, Sir Henry Young, was on board that pioneer ship. Davis also worked, in 1846, for the Tyson brothers, the afterwards well known Jimmy Tyson, and his brother, on some country they took up at the junction of the Lachlan and Murrumbidgee. Davis came to Brisbane in 1858, and went up to the disastrous Canoona gold rush, on the Fitzroy. He returned to Brisbane and was engaged by Murray Prior for Maroon station, where he remained for twelve months, and thence went to Toolburra, until October 1867, when Nash discovered gold. Davis went to Gympie, did well there for two years, prospected in the Bopple scrub, got fever there, came to Brisbane, and died in a friend’s home in Turbot Street.
had a brother lost in the “Fiery Star,” burned at sea, on Good
“A restless impulse urged him to
And meet lone death on the drear
Lavinia, wife of Daniel Skyring, was the ancestress of all the
Skyrings of the present day. Daniel owned all the land where
All Hallows Convent stands, and used it chiefly as a pineapple
garden, where he grew some of the best pines in the market.
Likewise he owned, known as “Skyring’s quarries,” to the
present time. While Skyring grew fine pineapples and grapes,
his wife and two daughters had charge of a drapery
establishment, the “Beehive” at the corner of Queen and Edward
Streets, where Hunter’s boot shop is today. Dan Skyring, jun.,
had a dairy farm out at Kedron, and brought fresh milk to
town. It was pure milk, as there were no poisonous
“preservatives” in those days. Daniel junior and his brother
Zachariah, went afterwards to reside at Gympie.
Old Mrs. Skyring died on July 27, 1863, aged 59, and the coffin was exhumed on March 26, 1882, and removed to the Toowong cemetery. On the tombstone we are told –
“Weep not for me, prepare to
meet your God.”
Mrs. Skyring is now buried in the Toowong cemetery, near Governor Blackall, and over her is a handsome monument.
Her son, George, in after years, was owner of Baffle Creek Station, where his first wife died. She was a Miss Waldron of Fortitude Valley. George died at Gympie, where he was at the time Inspector of Slaughter Houses.
Waldron was a sister of Mrs. Steele, now widow of the late
chemist Steele. She survived Steele, and at present resides at
South Brisbane. Zachariah Skyring and his wife died within a
week or two at Gympie. Daniel, who had the dairy at Kedron,
married a Miss Payne, daughter of Thomas Payne, a once well
known and much respected farmer at Oxley. He had four
daughters, all handsome, fine specimens of women. One married
William Dart, now orchardist on the Blackall, but at that time
owner of Dart’s sugar mill, where the St. Lucia Estate is, on
the Brisbane River. Another is the present Mrs. Reeves, of
Toowong, and the fourth became Mrs. Elferson, of Gympie, now a
resident of Gympie. Daniel Skyring is still alive, and
residing retired on the North Coast. The Skyrings were one of
the oldest Brisbane families.
George Dudley Webb, who died on September 11, 1870, aged 70, was secretary and general manager of the A.U.S.N. Company. He and W. J. Costin, the chemist, were two men chosen by the shareholders of the Brisbane Permanent Building Society, in 1863, to audit the books. Alfred Slaughter was the manager of the company, and old Robert Cribb was one of the principal shareholders. Cribb bossed Slaughter and had a free and easy way of taking deeds away to his own office, and some were not returned. This gave the shareholders an idea that there was something wrong, and hence the audit by Webb and Costin. No one doubted old Bobbie Cribb’s honesty, but he had a loose style of doing business, and the auditors found it necessary to enter a protest. This made the old fellow very wild, and he assailed the auditors in great style, but they all survived.
of Webb’s daughters, a girl named Alice, aged 19, died on
November 14, 1864. His son, Ernest Webb, was a well known man
as Resident Secretary of the A.M.P. Society. He married a
daughter of L. A. Bernays. Ernest was an enthusiast in
boating, and was an active member of the rowing club. It is
quite certain that Webb’s early death was attributable to
chiefly to an unlucky speculation in Mount Morgan shares. He
was one of the victims of Billy Pattison’s foolish bet of
£10,000 that shares would reach £20.
bought heavily and found himself involved when shares were
falling. The prospect of failure broke his heart in a few days
after the receipt of the bad news.
brother, Harry Webb, went in for pastoral pursuits, on the
Petersen, who died on January 21, 1855, aged 46, was a grocer and
storekeeper, next McCabe’s wharf, South Brisbane. The business
was continued by Petersen and Younger, the son and son-in-law.
One of the sons was the afterwards well known Seth Petersen,
who distinguished himself while in the position of Registrar
in Brisbane, and in after years left for the south. One of his
brothers was presiding at the recent Valley election.
and Ellen Scarr buried their only child at that time, on
October 23, 1874. Scarr is now retired on pension, and resides
at “Alsatia” on Dornoch Terrace, South Brisbane. He was father
of Scarr, the footballer, who died recently from blood
poisoning. Scarr senior had a brother prominent in racing, and
as handicapper in New South Wales. Another brother, Frank
Scarr, was a surveyor and land commissioner. A township was
once surveyed on Bowen Downs, near Muttaburra, and called
“Scarrbury,” in honor of Scarr, but the town never got beyond
year old child named Moreton Bradley Lytton Hitchins died on
February 25, 1876, his father being a clerk in the Post Office
in the days of Salisbury, R. T. Scott, Crosby, and Lawry.
young fellow named William Ker Atchison, died in November
1868, aged only 27. He was a Customs agent, and a general
favourite, but consumption ended his career in the morning of
his days. In the words of Shelley he was
“A lovely youth, no mourning
The lone couch of his
And virgins, as unknown he
passed, have pined,
And wasted for fond love of his
the north west corner of the Church of England portion, is an
old timber getter, who was a cedar cutter on the Maroochy
River, at the time of a remarkable tragedy in that locality.
The timber getters were all in camp on Sunday, and there was a
wild unholy revel on over proof rum. This began on Saturday,
and continued over Sunday. One man, a big, powerful fellow,
took rather too much rum, divesting himself of all his
clothes, and started to chase the wife of one of the other
men. She ran into the hut, got the husband’s gun, and ran to
another hut, the rum maddened man in pursuit. She met him at
the corner of the hut face to face and fired, the charge of No
2 shot striking him in the stomach. In three minutes he was
dead. It was a dramatic and tragical scene!
the same camp, some of the blacks who were working for the
cedar cutters were also given an excessive share of rum, and
three of them went to sleep on the beach at low tide. The rum
had paralysed them to such an extent that even the rising tide
failed to rouse them, so they were all drowned, and their
three dead bodies were found close together on the beach next
morning. The other blacks took them away and probably ate
them, as they would not regard rum as a poison. In after years
it was said that beach was haunted, and there were men who
declared they saw the mad cedar getter racing round among the
trees, and the drowned blacks walking on the sand. Others said
they saw the ghost of Stevens, the botanist, who was murdered
by the blacks in 1866, at the “Dead Man’s Waterhole,” near
Mooloolah. The rum in those days was good, and men saw nothing
worse than ghosts. With the rum of today men see nothing but
devils, a specially ferocious class of devils with iron teeth,
arms like those of an octopus, and the green and yellow eyes
of a crocodile.
Elliott Gore was a child buried on May 30, 1875. This child
was evidently named from Gilbert Elliott, the first Speaker in
the first Queensland Parliament. He was proposed by St. George
R. Gore, seconded by Macalister, and chosen unanimously.
original Gores took up Yandilla and Tummaville stations on the
Downs in the early forties. One of these, Robert Gore, and his
wife, Mary and child were drowned in the wreck of the steamer,
Sovereign, outside the South Passage, at Moreton Island, on
the 11th of March, 1847. The Gore best known in
Brisbane was Ralph Gore, who was for years Immigration Agent,
and Visiting Justice at St. Helena and Dunwich. He married a
daughter of E. I. C. Browne M.L.C., of the legal firm of
Little and Browne. One of Morehead’s jokes referred to this
firm which he called the “Snipe lawyers,” as “the snipe is
little and brown, with an absurdly long bill.” They had done
some work for Morehead and the bill made him gasp for breath.
Gore died, his widow resided for some time in their old home
at New Farm. During a voyage to the old country with Captain
Withers, of the Quetta, she and that giddy mariner, contracted
a platonic friendship of the kind common among sea captains,
and he deserted his wife to fly with his new found love,
forgetting his wife as the false “Theseus once in Dia
forgot his beautiful haired Ariadne.”
Browne, M.L.C., was a wealthy man, and chief owner of the
“Courier.” His share went to Mrs. Gore, who is today chief
owner of that journal. Of course, Captain Withers was aware of
Mrs. Gore’s financial position, but captains are never
influenced by considerations of wealth. They invariably marry
for pure love, and live the simple life – when there is no
chance of any other variety.
Gore inherited a title, and was Sir Ralph at the time of his
death. This title is now borne by his eldest son, who is an
officer in the army. There were two other children who are
said to be still alive, and the infant “Gilbert Elliott” in
the Paddington cemetery.
Holbrook, who died on January 15, 1870, aged 36, was a young
man employed as jeweler by Flavelle Brothers and Roberts, of
that date, and the neat headstone was erected “as a token of
respect by the employees” of that firm.
MARCH 8, 1908
THE PADDINGTON CEMETERY
They are gone,
And others come, so flows the
wave on wave,
Of what these mortals call
Deeming themselves the breakers
of the ocean,
While they are but the bubbles,
That foam is their formation.
So peaceful shall thou end thy
And steal thyself from life by
Unknown to pain in age resign
When late stern Neptune points
the shaft with death,
To the dark grave retiring as to
Thy people blessing, by thy
“Tis a long, ‘tis a last, ‘tis a
When all sorrow has passed from
the brow and the breast,
And the lone spirit truly and
wisely may crave,
The sleep that is dreamless, the
sleep of the grave.
July 1, 1873, a Scottish visitor, traveling for his health,
died in Brisbane. His name was John Howie, and he died at the
age of 50. The stone over his grave was placed there by his
nephew James Isles, whose mother was a Miss Howie. James Isles
came to Queensland in 1862, and in 1866 he and Tom Finney
bought out the drapery business of T. F. Merry in Fortitude
Valley. They continued that business there until 1870, when
they removed to the cornet of Queen and Edward Streets, where
the original title of the firm is retained by the widely known
Finney, Isles and Co., of today, now fronting Edward and
Adelaide Streets, and withdrawn from their old Queen Street
Isles was a true type of old Caledonia’s sons, and the
physical vigor of his race was transmitted to his own five
sons, all of whom were champion athletes, whose performances
are recorded in Perry and Carmichael’s “Athletic Queensland.”
The well known J. T. Isles, of Isles, Love and Co., among
other performances, won the 440 yards Footballers’ Handicap in
1888. In 1887 he won the 150 yards handicap and the 440 yards
Very sad was the untimely death of Willy Isles, one of the brothers, at an early age, the cause being peritonitis
Island was a dreary place, a patch of earth, a desert of mud,
a sea of water. The quantity of driftwood was surprising, and
the multitudes of centipedes truly alarming. At first we had
some quantity of green grass, but A. C. Gregory’s exploring
party landed and cut it all for their horses on board ship. We
had to pull several miles to the muddy waterhole for every
drop of brackish water we had. James strained mine through all
sorts of things, but it never lost its muddy look and flavor.
Influenza, fever, and ague were bad amongst us, and were only
indifferently combated by quinine and strong brandy and
James mentioned by Grundy was a James Morton, afterwards
killed by the blacks at Manumbah station. In 1847 he had two
mates killed beside him by the blacks, on the Clarence. His
own turn came afterwards. Grundy said Morton had a mortal fear
of blacks. His brother, Charley Morton, was either a first or
second mate on the Boomerang, and he died suddenly one night
at Mercer’s Hotel at Kangaroo Point, and was buried at
Cook was a chemist in the Valley, the only chemist there 55
years ago, and his business was afterwards purchased by W. T.
Costin, the present veteran Valley chemist, the oldest now in
Queensland. Cook, the old time pill pounder, sleeps in the
Paddington cemetery. Perhaps his soul is proscribing a
teaspoonful of Celestial nectar, some ambrosial nepenthe, to
angels with a “tired feeling” in the Elysian fields. And we
may be sure it is “a tablespoon three times a day.”
Pound, who died on July 14, 1875, aged 55, was father of
Jonathan Pound, whose son is the present chairman of the
Southport Shire Council. Jonathan is still in robust health,
and owns a lot of property on the shores of the south end of
On August 8, 1868, a German named F. M. Raaaba, was buried, aged 57. In the year 1856, a German family of that name came to Brisbane in the ship Helena. One of the sons, a boy aged 13, named Charles, became, in after years, a prominent resident of Maryborough, where he finally settled in 1875, after years of teamster work to and from the stations on the Burnett. From team driving he went to hotel business, and kept the Royal Exchange Hotel, in Adelaide Street. In 1894, he became an alderman, and has been a good and useful citizen. Will some Maryborough man kindly write and say what became of him.
Hall, who died on October 18, 1855, aged 31, was a clerk in
the firm of Christopher Newton Brothers of Sydney. He came to
Brisbane for the benefit of his health, and added one more to
the victims of consumption.
was usual in those early days for consumptive people to come
north in the hope of recovering in the climate of Moreton Bay,
but they were usually in too advanced a stage.
the old time shepherds buried at Paddington, was Harry Brown,
who was shepherding on Burrandowan station, in 1855, when it
was owned by Phillip Friell and Gordon Sandeman, who bought it
from the first owner, Henry Stewart Russell, who took it up in
1843, the first station on the Burnett. Several shepherds and
hotel-keepers were killed on Burrandowan, and Harry Brown was
speared through the side. Shepherding was a dangerous
occupation for the first twenty years on the Burnett and Mary.
Brown finally died at Brisbane in 1861, while in the service
of the first “Brisbane Club,” which had only started the
previous year, the first meeting to organize having been held
in the office of D. F. Roberts. The first ballot for member
was held on March 1, 1860, and the first club room was on the
premises of W. A. Brown, the sheriff, in Mary Street. The
first committee included Sheppard Smith, of the Bank of New
South Wales, E. S. Elsworth of the A. J. S. Bank, and Nehemiah
Bartley. They drafted the rules and engaged the first
servants, among whom was Harry Brown, who never quite
recovered from that Burrandowan spear wound.
Brown’s time, the modest pioneer club, in the one room in Mary
Street, has grown into the Queensland Club, housed today in
the palatial building facing the Gardens and Parliament House.
girl named Sarah Ann Pratten died in 1859, aged 23, the age –
from 23 to 26 – fatal to so many young women in the early
days. Miss Pratten was an aunt of F. L. Pratten, present
of Titles in Brisbane. Her father, the granddad of the present
Prattens, came to Brisbane in the forties, and was farming at
Cowper’s Plains, today erroneously called “Cooper’s Plains,”
though named after Dr. Cowper, the first medical officer in
the convict settlement at Moreton Bay. Pratten senior died at
the Plains and was buried there. His son was one of the
pioneer surveyors of what is now Queensland, and did much
useful work on the Darling Downs, Maranoa, and elsewhere.
married a sister of R. S. Warry, once a prominent Brisbane
merchant, and she became the mother of six sons and three
daughters. One of the girls married a son of the late Rev. J.
H. Hassall; one married Leslie Tooth, grandson of W. B. Tooth,
who was one of the pioneers of Wide Bay, the present
Maryborough district. He was a brother of Atticus Tooth, who
came from Kent in 1839, as a cousin of the famous brewing
Tooths of Sydney. He and W. B. Tooth took up Wide Bay stations
from which John Bales had been driven by the blacks. I n 1856,
Atticus Tooth held a station on the Mary River, including the
present site of Gympie, and had ten thousand sheep there, but
a wet season, extending over several months, drove him
elsewhere, and he married, in 1869, a daughter of D. R.
Emmerson, of Bowen, and became one of the first squatters in
the Port Denison district.
Four of G. L. Pratten’s sons are alive today, and the three daughters still survive, two married and one single. Harry Pratten is in the Bank of New South Wales, at Rockhampton, George in the Railway Department, Paul in the General Post Office, and F. L. Pratten is Deputy Registrar of Titles. The well known Tom Pratten, late secretary in the railway head office, died recently, and Arthur was killed in Bundaberg by falling over a balcony when walking in his sleep. The present Mrs. Pratten, mother of these sons, was a sister of Dr. Hugh Bell’s wife. Their brother, R. S. Warry, started business in Queen Street about the year 1853, and in the year, 1862, erected what was then the best building in Queensland, a large brick store next the Royal Hotel afterwards the first office of the Queensland National Bank. He had two brothers, Tom and Charles, both chemists, one in Brisbane, and one in Ipswich, and both died at an early age. Tom was a practical joker of an unusual type, and a gruesome tale describes the most remarkable of his performances. He invited the principal citizens to a special dinner, presumably in honor of his birthday, or his grandmother’s death, or his best girl coming of age, or an imaginary legacy left to him y his uncle in Spitzbergen. In the centre of the table was a large, round dish under a cover. “I think,” said this peculiar joker, “that we better start on the principal dish,” and he raised the cover to reveal the fresh head of an aboriginal, who had been hanged that morning! It was garnished like a ham, with frilled pink paper, and the thick mass of black hair had a dozen rosebuds inserted here and there. The company first gasped for breath, and then some of them fell over the backs of their chairs. Others fell over the doorstep rushing outside, and two fainted. A bombshell could not have scattered that dinner party more effectually. It was Tom Warry’s champion joke. He had induced the authorities to give him the head for scientific purposes, and he explained afterwards that this was in order to settle the great physiological problem of how fright affects various types of men! But Brisbane citizens were clean “off” Tom’s dinner parties forevermore.
senior, father of all the Warrys, died at the age of 78, as
the final result of a fall between a steamer and the wharf.
One of his daughters married a Dr. Barton, and when he died,
she married Dr. Hugh Bell. One of her daughters, by Dr.
Barton, is the wife of the Hon. Albert Norton, M.L.C., and the
other, who is still single, resides with her sister.