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Phelps' last letter to me was dated 20th October, 1899. It contained ten pages. The conclusion was - "Pardon this long scrawl. Perhaps the less you can decipher of it the better. And, pray, let me hear from you soon.
"As ever yours, "E. J. PHELPS." ______________________
Sonnet sent by me to E. J. Phelps in the last letter I addressed to him.
Multis ille bonis flebilis occidit Nulli flebilior quam mihi." G. W.R. ______________________
IN MEMORIAM, 1900.
Carlyle and Ruskin! lights of a century fled, Seers of the Truth and Beauty, - who could yearn More for their kind than for themselves! Not dead Are they, for still mankind my learn The lessons of their mission: Italy Loves him who shed new glory on her Art: Oceans quench not the lurid prophecy Of doom to them who basely play their part. With reverence before God each launched his thought, If, haply, he might touch with sympathy His fellow-creatures, as Marconi sought Invisible waves to aid his witchery. From both have I felt pressure of my hand; And for them both I bless my native land.
G. W. RUSDEN.
Melbourne, March, 1900.
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(1894?)
26th Decr.
CAMDEN PARK, MENANGLE
My dear Mr. Rusden
I must not let Christmastide pass without a word of greeting to our kindred friend. I wish we were near enough to see something of you. We have a houseful of very pleasant Christmas guests. The Admiral Bowden Smith & three clever daughters & some young men but I have only George & Sib with me of my children & no old friends & it doesn't feel like Christmas in consequence besides which I have been grieved at the serious illness on Christmas Eve of our old half caste groom Wilmot & much worried
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as to how to get him properly tended as he has gone back to very wild uncivilised sort of habits in his weakness of intellect from paralysis however I have succeeded in getting a good attendant for him. My last letter from dear James is from "Lahore" 22nd Nov! he had been looking at "Jahangir's" tomb, which he said interested him he is attached to the 11th Hussars & says they are one & all nice officers & all so very good to him that he enjoys himself very much. he was to take part in a great Dur-bar with 30000 troops in honour of the new Viceroy & was in great luck to get into one of the Regiments which were to attend it – Jack
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The Copper Kettle: - a Fable and an application
"Some books are lies from end to end. "And some great lies were never penned. "E'en ministers they have been kenned "In holy rapture, "Great lies and nonsense raith to vend "And nail't wi' Scripture.
"But this that I am gaun to tell, "Which lately on a day befell, "Is just as true's the Deil's in hell "Or Dublin city: "That e'er he nearer comes oursel' "'S a muckle pity. Robert Burns
The Fable
A Bishop, while out in his diocese rambling,