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B8 The Terry Family of William and James Bradshaw

The Terry Family

Interesting Family Links with some Beautiful New Norfolk Tourist Sites

Redlands Estate - Whisky

Salmon Ponds

George Frederick Read Terry married Flora Sophia Caroline Bradshaw the daughter of James Bradshaw and Jane Hay.  James Thomas Bradshaw was the son of James Bradshaw and Jemima Gunn

Their son Ilo Athol Terry married Grace Margaret Bradshaw the sister of Oscar Bradshaw and the daughter of Albert Henry Edward Bradshaw and Margaret Spelman.  Albert was the son of William Bradshaw and Mary Ann Gunn.

He was the son of Ralph Terry and Frances Simmons.  Frances was the daughter of Lieut James Simmons and Jane Hall. 

Ralph Terry was the son of John Terry and Martha Powell

John and Martha had a number of children including Margaret Terry, Edward Terry and Ralph Terry.
Mrs Read
Margaret Terry
Margaret Terry married Captain George Frederick Read.  Some interesting stories prevail as to his parentage, however his father appears to be George Read who was the son of William and Mary Read.

George Frederick READ. Banker, company managing director, diarist/letter writer, general merchant, landowner, magistrate, sealer, ship owner, trader, whaler. Born in London on the 29 September, 1788 to William TILL and Sarah Read. Baptised in St. Anne, Soho, Westminster, London.

Family legend has it that he was born to the Prince of Wales and Maria Fitzherbert or the Prince and Sarah Read but no proof has been found.  

Van Diemen's land Pioneer. Seaman, ship-owner, merchant, land settler, banker. His guardian was an Aubrey. He went to sea at the age of 11, probably with the East India Company. An officer in the Hon. East India Company's Maritime Service, he is believed to have left its service about 1808. As Master and part owner of the Brig 'Lynx' he made an early voyage from Calcutta to Sydney Cove and the Derwent Colony with a cargo of tea, rum, and tobacco. He is believed to have visited Hobart in 1808, and again in 1812, having his cargo commandeered and the ship placed on rations, which is said to have greatly irritated him. He is also said to have brought the first merchant vessel through Torres Straits. G. F. Read came ashore in 1817, settling in Sydney as a merchant and obtaining a grant of 500 acres in the country and a town allotment.

G. F. Read suffered from asthma in Sydney so moved to Hobart in 1818. Later, Read was granted an allotment in the town by Lieut. Governor Sorell, but exchanged it for another on Hunter's Island when he entered into partnership with Walter Angus Bethune about 1822. On this was built a large stone warehouse, which continued to be occupied by Bethune after the dissolution of their partnership in 1824.

In January, 1835 he was appointed the first Director of Tasmanian Fire and Life Insurance Company. G. F. Read had a number of properties in Van Diemen's Land, as well as land in N. S. W., Victoria and city property bought at Melbourne's first land sale. His properties in Van Diemen's Land included 'Redlands', 'Ivanhoe' and 'Kinvarra' in the New Norfolk district near the River Plenty, as well as 'Seton' near Richmond, and 'Thornhill' near Sorell. Three of his sons settled on his properties and 2 others were pastoral pioneers in the Port Phillip district. He also had a three-storey stone tea warehouse in Salamanca Place besides his residence at 'Leyburne', New Town.

He married Elizabeth Driver of Castlereigh St., Sydney, on the 13th March 1816 at St. Phillips, Sydney. They had one son and two daughters. Elizabeth died late August 1821, aged 24 years and 11 days. 

On 24 November 1824 at St. David's Cathedral he married Margaret TERRY. By this second marriage he had 7 sons and 4 daughters. Died at "Leyburne", Newtown, Hobart, Monday morning 23rd July 1860 aged 71. Buried at St. David's, Hobart. 

Their son Robert Cartwright Read was the man associated with the Salmon Ponds at New Norfolk.
Robert Cartwright READ. Born 1829 in Hobart. Christened 24th October 1829[1].

He was educated at Richmond, Campbell Town, and New Town. Owing to ill-health he went to the New Norfolk district, and when sixteen years of age managed 'Ivanhoe', then the property of his father. On leaving there he took over 'Redlands', and remained there for forty-five years. Comprising an area 
of 1800 acres, some 230 were under cultivation, including hops and orchards. The remainder was devoted sheep-farming and cattle-raising. He had an excellent strain of stud merinos, comprising upwards of 150, along with haIf-breds. In one portion of the estate are the well-known Salmon Ponds.

He was one of the original Commissioners of Tasmanian Fisheries. At the 'Ponds' as they were familiarly called, rainbow trout, Loch Leven trout, brown trout and salmon trout were hatched, and the ova distributed in the different lakes and tidal streams throughout Tasmania. He was a Justice of the Peace and had been on the Bench from the age of twenty-six. He was for some years a member of the New Norfolk municipal council, and Commissioner of the Asylum. He was a member of the local Road trust for many years.

He was married 6th April 1854 to Miss Salina Fenton, third daughter of the late Captain Thomas Martin Fenton, of Allen Vale. Died 7 May 1903.

John Terry (21 January 1771 – 8 July 1844) was an early settler and pioneer farmer in New Norfolk, Tasmania.

John TERRY. Born 21st January 1771 in Askrigg, Yorkshire. Baptised 17th of March 1771 in Bolton Castle, Redmire, Yorkshire.

Pioneer, farmer and miller. On 12 July 1797 at Hornby he married Martha POWELL, daughter of Thomas , a farmer of Hunters Hill, and for a number of years carried on the family business of milling. In 1818, presumably because of economic conditions, he left England for New South Wales, arriving in Sydney in March 1819 with his family, in the "Surry" with a letter from the Colonial Office to Governor Macquarie, to whom he appeared 'a good worthy man'. He was apparently dissatisfied with New South Wales and soon sold the livestock, house and three acres (1.2 ha) that he had bought at Liverpool. After a preliminary visit to Van Diemen's Land he sailed for Hobart Town in the "Prince Leopold", arriving on 6 December 1819 with his wife, eleven children, two servants, 'a pair of millstones and a variety of utensils for the purpose of erecting a water mill'.

He was granted 100 acres at Elizabeth Town (New Norfolk) by Governor Lachlan Maquarie. There he established a water mill near the Derwent River, and within a year he was grinding wheat. In the 1820's added a large fowl house, stockyard and place for breeding and feeding pigs. The ruins of the mill can be seen next door to "The Oast House" in front of the grand residence "Tynwald" which he built in the 1830's and then named "Lachlan River Mills".

This mill he proceeded to build at Elizabeth Town (New Norfolk). He also took up a grant of 1400 acres (567 ha) at Macquarie Plains, 'about 10 miles (16 km) up the country' and this property he named Askrigg. There is a charming account by Terry in a letter home (1822) of his early labours in creating a mill, farm and orchard in idyllic surroundings: 'I threw off my coat and rose with the sun, wrought at all that came to hand. I now thank God and consider myself and my family in a very comfortable position … Wild duck in great numbers, as many as 300 to 400 rise at once. Black swan and land quail, wild pigeons coloured like a peacock, and fish in great plenty … Hunt the kangaroo. Trees here cast a shell of bark, not leaves. Wood, when cut green, sinks in the water like a stone. Your shortest day is our longest and your Summer our Winter. The cuckoo cries in the night and mostly in our winter; the man in the moon has his legs upward'.

Governor Macquarie inspected the mill in June 1821. In 1826 Terry told the land commissioners that his output was more than six bushels an hour and that his mill race required all the water of the Lachlan River for six months each year. He had much help from his grown-up sons and had also cleared most of his farm. Terry sought government compensation for alleged injury sustained by the formation of the New Norfolk watercourse. Although the colonial secretary, John Montagu, protested that Terry had predated correspondence by two years to make good his claim, his appeal was accepted in 1841, even if not in the form presented. In 1835 he was also involved in a dispute over a land boundary.
 A jury decided that both land grants were equally valid and that the error was the fault of the surveyor-general; in due course the Colonial Office ordered that Terry be granted another thirty-six acres (15 ha) elsewhere. Despite these and other vicissitudes Terry achieved his ambition of creating a patriarchal establishment in what is probably the most English-appearing part of Australia.
He died at his home on 8 July 1844. His numerous descendants have intermarried with colonial families all over Australia.    Buried 12th July 1844 in St. Matthews, New Norfolk.

Mercury (Hobart, Tas. : 1860 - 1954), Tuesday 9 May 1939, page 2
LIFE IN TASMANIA 117 YEARS AGO  Described In Derwent Valley  Pioneer Settler's Letter
(By Our Travelling Correspondent)
NOT in his wildest dreams could the late Mr. John Terry, pioneer member of a well-known Tasmanian family, and the writer of the letter reproduced in this article, have envisaged the wonderful development that would take place in the Derwent Valley in little more than a century, from a small settlement to the great centre of pastoral, agricultural, orcharding, timber-getting, hop and tobacco growing, hydro-electric, and secondary industries.
New Norfolk, the commercial centre of the Derwent Valley, was founded about 1807, and in deference to the wishes of the early settlers, most of whom came from Norfolk Island, was so called by Lieut.-Governor Collins in 1808. In 1821, when the town was proclaimed, Lieut-Governor Sorell named it Elizabeth Town in honour of Elizabeth, wife of Governor Lachlan Macquarie, of New South Wales, of which Tasmania was then a dependency. This name, contrary to what has taken place in the cases of Richmond, Sorell, and other townships, has given way to the original one.

Through the courtesy of a resident, an interesting letter, dealing with the early days of New Norfolk and neighbourhood, was handed to me for publication.

RELICS OF LACHLAN RIVER MILL On TYNWALD ESTATE, New Norfolk, now in the possession of Messrs. C. J. Plunkett and Sons, the late Mr. John Terry established the Lachlan River Mill, near the junction of the Lachlan and Derwent 

The picture depicts the remains of the Lachlan River mill. Much of Tasmania's history, when the State was known as Van Diemen's Land, came to us from pioneers' letters, but none has more graphically described his start in a new country than the writer of the letter mentioned. Many of his descendants have made, and are still making, their marks in the Derwent Valley. Accompanying photographs depict the relics of the Lachlan River mill and the Derwent River's highest shipping place, and Askrigg homestead.

Mr. Terry's letter is dated April 10, 1822, and bears the following address: Lachlan River Mill, Elizabeth Town, Buckinghamshire, Van Diemen's Land. The full text is as follows:

Dear Cousin,-I received your kind and welcome letter in June, 1821, which was a great treat. My reason for not writing sooner was that I was in the middle of my degrees, and I wished to defer it until I had finished the mill. I should then be better able to inform you how we were going on. I received two grants of land, one of which is 100 acres at this place, on which I have built a capital spin-geared mill. As yet, I have only one pair of French stones, and neither bolting mill nor machine. It now earns at the rate of £600 a year, or thereabouts. The mill stands close by the river (21 miles from Hobart Town, the capital), where great quantities of shipping come close to a navigable river, three miles above the mill. We have cut a basin, that boats come in, within 20 yards of the mill, and the great road is adjoining this farm.

"About 10 miles up the country I have got a grant of 1,400 acres, 700 of which is quite clear farming, and the other 700 has no more wood upon it than is necessary for building, fencing, etc. It has about l½ miles frontage of the River Derwent.

There is a rock runs aslant across the river, forming a weir by nature, where, with a little labour, water might be drawn that would carry 40 pairs of stones in the driest season, and the great road, lately made, runs through the farm, and close to where a mill should stand. All the land on both sides, 40 miles above our high farm, is taken up. Ours, at the time I chose it, was the highest farm that was occupied. The 1,400 I call Askrigg.
"In the Spring I intend building a granary adjoining the mill. This will be necessary for toll alone, but by a little business in this, I think, will double the advantage. The mill is 19ft.high at the casings. It is a very powerful mill. We have water in the very driest season, that we can grind seven bushels an hour when business pushes, We have a peck for every two bushels, or one-eight part, which is now equal to 2/6. We have some days taken 10 bushels mulcture without candle light. Wheat here is in a good condition for use, when led out of the harvest field, as in Richmond, after nine or 12 months.

"I contrived to have another fall of same water just below the mill, so that I can erect another mill if it is necessary, and work the water twice over. This town is rapidly increasing in in habitants and buildings. I had to cut the water-course about 2,000 yards, 200 yards of which was through rock, no part less than 7ft but most of it 9ft. deep, and among other places rock to blow up. I let the race to five different parties of men, and they would not complete it, so I prepared proper tools for drilling the stone. Thomas Moore and I set to work and completed it. I did at least half the blacksmith work, and the frame shell of the mill and all the millwright work, except a labouring man to lift anything and do trifling work. The mill was ready seven months before we got water to it. It is allowed to be complete master of all the mills here. We have corn brought as far as 60 miles to grind, and from very near the town of Hobart.


"We first built a dwelling-house, out of which I can see boats pass and repass up and down the river, and into the mill basin, and see the bullocks, with carts, on the road behind the mill, and see the front door of the mill and water-wheel. We afterwards built a large fowl-house, stockyard, and places for breeding and feeding pigs. We have great plenty, of apples, peaches, and other English fruit. Apples hang upon the trees like onion ropes. I have never known wheat unsound.

"I have not yet paid great attention to farming, as I paid my undivided atten tion to the mill, as 'the man must either hold or drive, who wishes by the plough to thrive,' the more so in this country than in England. I have yet only about 30 head of cattle and a small flock of sheep. The increase of them is rapid. Here is no starvation, no moors or hills, except the great mountains, where we can see snow eight months in the year. The hills here are as good soil and herb-age as the valleys, except a few rocky, barren hills. Our wheat harvest is in January and February, and we are now. taking up potatoes. July and August are the coldest months in the year. At the hardest frost ice is about the thickness of a penny piece; by 9 or 10 o'clock it is all gone, just as it is in England when there is a little frost in the morning and a sun-shining day follows.


"In my letter after my arrival I in-formed you I was to have 2,000 acres, which the land surveyor told me before I wrote. When I had to attend Governor Macquarie he said I was to have 1,500 acres, which is now considered as good as 3,000 a little time back. So I returned him many thanks, and told him if 1,500 would not do, the whole island was too little.

"I have not informed you how we happened to be at Van Diemen's Land. When I first landed at Sydney I purchased a windmill, not quite finished; and before I got freely to work, with intention to complete it, I heard it was only for a lease of 21 years, although I had purchased it as a grant for ever. I went to the Governor to inquire. He told me, when it was given to build the windmill upon, it was well understood it was only for a 21 years' lease, and after that the ground was to be laid to the Barrack ground. So I gave up the concern of the windmill.


"If any of your neighbours or acquaintances should consider to come into this quarter of the globe, I, by all means, recommend Van Diemen's Land. The climate, soil, and produce are such that no man can, in reason, wish any part of them to be changed. A persevering man, with a suitable family something handsome to begin with after going through his degrees, rough as they are, and able to accomplish this and still perseveres, in two or three years may find himself and family very comfortable. I threw off my coat, and rose with the sun, wrought at all that came to hand. I now thank God, and consider myself and family in a very comfortable situation. Let Thomas Jackson Redmire see this, and tell him that many more unlikelier than he have come and done very well.

"Grace and Ann are married. Grace has a daughter. Scarcely a ship comes without settlers, sometimes as many as 100 in a ship. Some heads of families are 60 or 70 years of age. If any of your neighbours want to make inquiry about this country, send me a few lines and I will answer them without delay. When opportunity offers convey my respects to Mr. Bains, America. The whole of the family desire to be remembered to Aunt and Uncle Addison. Uncle George, Mr. Moore, and all cousins also desire their joint love to Mrs. Parker and remain, etc., etc.,


"P.S.-Wild ducks in great numbers as many as 200 or, 300, rise at once. Black swans and land quails, wild pigeons, coloured like a peacock, and fish in great plenty. The black native will not come within 30 or 40 miles, if they can avoid it, except a few that are civilised, that come into the town. Hunt the kangaroo. Trees here cast a shell of bark, not leaves. Wood, when cut green, sinks in the water like stone. Your shortest day is our longest, so your Summer when our Winter. The cuckoo cries in the night, and mostly in our Winter the man in th moon is with his legs upwards.-J.T.

"To Mr. M. R. Parker, Askrigg, Yorkshire."

Window dedicated to John and Martha Terry – St. Matthews Anglican Church, New Norfolk.

Redlands Estate - Now the Distillery   

And Salmon Ponds.

Stories of the past as so interesting when written by someone who lived in those times.

Mercury (Hobart, Tas. : 1860 - 1954), Wednesday 8 June 1864, page 2


SIR.—As you have on many occasions called attention to the beautiful scenery of Tasmania, in the hope of inducing health seekers and others to come from the neighboring colonies, for the purpose of benefitting themselves and us,—themselves, by the enjoyment of the beauties of nature, displayed in such profusion around, and by the improved health which a residence in such a climate, and amongst such scenery must bestow,—us, by the spare cash which they would necessarily leave behind,—I feel assured you will give me a place in your columns to describe a scene of peerless beauty, for which Australia, Switzerland, or perhaps the world, may be searched in vain, but which is as yet known to few, and duly appreciated by fewer still ; recalling to memory Gray's beautiful lines, —

" Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of Ocean bear, Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air."
To which, it not profanation, I would add,—
" Full many a lovely scene by Nature drawn,
Surpassing far the paltry works of man,
Neglected lies ! like 'pearls to swine' when thrown, 
The worth of Nature's gems alike unpriz'd, unknown." 

The object to which I have thus endeavored to call attention is "Browning's Waterfall," situated on the Sasafras Rivulet, in the Upper Derwent Road District, and if you will give me space I will (very inadequately) describe it, by giving an account of a recent visit to the place.
On Monday last Mr. A J. Ogilvy, Mrs. Ogilvy and " baby," my daughter Fanny Rosina, and my-self, left Richmond to visit the Waterfall. We spent a happy night at the hospitable mansion of our old and highly-esteemed friend, Major Lloyd ; next day we dined at the abundantly-served table of Captain Fenton, and with difficulty got away from his pressing invitation to stay the night and about dusk reached Meadow Bank, where we received a kindly welcome from Mr. N. J. and Miss C. A. Brown, brother and sister, who reside here.

Our firm intention then was, to start for the waterfall on the following morning; but a Spanish proverb says, " Hell is paved with good intentions," and doubtless ours has added another stone to its pavement, for on the following morning it was raining in torrents, and we found that although "Man proposes, God disposes," so we remained within doors, discussing philosophy, and " settling the affairs of the nation." Next morning however, we started, accompanied by Mr. Brown, and — Mackay, and on our way picked up Mr. James Browning, the discoverer of the Waterfall, and whose name, I trust, will henceforth be indissolubly united with it; for he not only discovered it, but, "pro bono publico," cut a path through the dense underwood, so that ladies might be enabled to reach it.
Surely the fair sex will not permit him to go unregarded; but I believe one of their number, his wife, is about to present him with a token of her gratitude, which he will doubtless duly prize.

We found Mr. Browning to be one of those pioneers of civilization, so useful in new countries, who engage in war with the giants of the forest, and although his struggle with his foes is not yet terminated, the issue is no longer doubtful ; the strong hard, and dauntless heart must win the victory ; yet the scars of battle will mar the victor's brow; already his brother, his comrade in the strife, has retired from the combat, and will soon seek, and I hope, find, a more peaceful land, where " the Prince of Peace" reigns, and war is unknown, but peace to the fallen, and "honor to the brave"— but to proceed, after passing Mr. Browning's home-stead in the wilderness, we next reached Belcher's recent location, on which he has erected two small but picturesque cottages ; then we came to Cook's location.

The last-named person is worthy of having his name recorded for his daring spirit in settling alone in the lonely wilderness. (But I must remind him, that the highest authority has said, " it is not good for man to be alone." I hope he will take the hint.) However, he, utilizing his foes, as conquerors do, by quartering on the enemy, lived some considerable time in a monster hollow tree.

(I would suggest to him the words, " O woodman spare that tree !") and converted another into a domicile for his stock of the porcine tribe. Passing Cook's (from whom I purchased 30 bushels of Italian rye grass seed of excellent quality) we soon heard the murmur, then the roar of the waterfall, and tying our horses to trees, we descended into the ravine under, and among the most beautiful varieties of fern-trees, dwarf ferns, and mosses, and numberless other shrubs and trees, the extreme loveliness of which may be seen, but cannot be even faintly described; we soon stood at the foot of the waterfall, and Oh ! that my pen were the pencil of Salvator Rosa, to give the most meagre outline of one of—or, perhaps, the most beautiful of the works of God.

We saw the water far above us, descending in two falls, like a stream of molten silver, not in detached threads, but in one unbroken sheet, while the rich, and exuberant vegetation around, combined with the wildness of the place, constituted a scene of surpassing beauty, which painter, or poet, may vainly endeavour to describe. I must, therefore, content myself with saying, witness it Tasmanians, old, and young, wrinkled age, and blooming youth, furrowed care, and smiling hope, manhood strong, and ladies fair; the last will only there find their own beauty eclipsed by this peerless gem of nature, this beautiful creation of our great Creator !

But " from the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step," so, after we had drunk in this scene of beauty, and after Mrs. Ogilvy had taken the outlines of the scene for future sketches, (in which art she is a proficient), and had collected specimens of the ferns and mosses, we sat down to lunch on bread and cheese, as none of us can live on loveliness alone; and then mounting our horses, at 4 p.m. on the 2nd of June, 1864, we started on our return, by another route; and following M'Kay as our pioneer, he being well mounted, we set off at full gallop, leaping all logs and fallen trees which lay in our path; and not stopping until, on discovering a clear spot in the wilderness, we were astounded to find that the long-disputed question as to the locality of the garden of Eden, could at last be set at rest.

Strange as it may seem, we found that instead of looking for it on the Euphrates, any part of Asia, or Ceylon, that on "poor, despised, and rejected" Tasmania, that high honor was conferred; nay, more, that the story of Adam's death, and burial, as generally received, is one of the fictions of a past age, and although we from childhood were led to believe that our great progenitor lived to a very advanced age, yet we found a greater wonder still, which is, that he yet lives, and, so far as we know, shows no symptoms of an early dissolution, but is daily engaged in the innocent and primitive occupation of pastoral life— tending sheep, in which he is, as might be expected from his long practice, and great experience, well skilled ; but that which surprised us still more was, that the large flock, about 6,000, which he tends, is not his own, but is claimed by (I suppose one of his descendants, who, doubtless, in the lapse of time, has forgotten his progenitor) Captain Fenton, of Fenton Forest. Now, can my readers solve the enigma ?

 But, lest any should not, the clearing alluded to, surrounded by the wilderness of the world, is occupied by a man named Adam, who lives in "Eden." Adam senior, must have been a flockmaster, for Abel, his son, took of the flock a sacrifice to God ; Adam junior, keeps a large flock; and who can say, whether the innumerable gum trees around, did not once bear delicious fruits, which, for man's sin, have been changed into worthless seeds bitter to the taste, &c., &c. But leaving Adam in his Eden, and giving the reins to our steeds, and the whip to their flanks, we galloped back at a rapid rate, Mrs. Ogilvy proving herself to be a fearless equestrienne, and soon reached Meadow Bank, where, with improved health, and good appetites, we sat down to discuss tea and coffee, and shortly afterwards resigned ourselves to the arms of Morpheus, or, as one of my learned acquaintances wrote it, of " Murphy," and soon all the cares and pleasures of this sublunary sphere were forgotten.
 En passant, I take this opportunity of suggesting to the Solons who make our laws, that the present system of disposing, or trying to dispose of our Crown Lands, is radically wrong, and requires great alteration and improvement. I suppose the result aimed at to be the reclamation of the wilderness, and the converting it into fer-tile fields and happy homes, whose occupants would add to the general wealth of the colony, and in-crease its revenue by the consumption of dutiable goods, but generations must pass away before this result will be attained under the present dog-in-the manger system—but enough of this for the present.

Starting from Meadow Bank yesterday morning, we, on our return homeward, called at Redlands, where we were hospitably received by Mr. and Mrs. Reid, by whom we were introduced to Mr. Ramsbottom, whose name in connection with the introduction of salmon into Tasmania will be handed down to posterity. Mr. Reid accompanied us on our visit to the salmon ponds, and he and Mr.Ramsbottom gave us a most interesting account of the mode of hatching the ova, and showed us the young fish, salmon and trout, swimming about, apparently as well as if they were in the rivers of Britain, and had never travelled in the ova state some 16,000 miles to Tasmania; we were truly rejoiced to hear Mr. R. pronounce the experiment " a perfect success," exceeding even the most sanguine expectations of the projectors.

 Thus prudence and perseverance will generally command success. Leaving the salmon ponds we soon reached "Bryn Estyn," and reached home to-day, much gratified by our trip ; and to all the seekers of health, and admirers of nature, I say, " go, and do thou likewise."
I am, Sir, &c.,
Glen Ayr, June 4th, 1864.

Mercury (Hobart, Tas. : 1860 - 1954), Friday 13 December 1867, page 2

SIR,-I understand a proclamation has been issued by the Right Worshipful the Mayor of Hobart Town calling upon the citizens to join with him and the government in an expression of loyalty by illuminating in honor of the arrival of His Royal Highness the Duke of Edinburgh. I, with other outsiders, have been anxiously watching for the publication of the programme proposed by tho Preparation Committee, so that I could complete my arrangements, and thus in my humble sphere render my position as complete as possible. But, Sir, fancy my astonishment this morning when on reading tho programme published in your journal, I learned we were not to show our loyalty on the arrival of H.R.H. the Prince, but to wait until he had, so to say, turned his back on Hobart Town, and in honor of his visit to the Salmon Ponds, then to illuminate after having our arrangements ready for four days, subject to the inclemency of the weather.
Would you allow me to propose to the committee, through your valuable columns, that it would be more appropriate that the illumination should, as originally proposed by His Worship the Mayor, take place on Tuesday evening as a suitable completion to the day's rejoicings ?
Should we not make our grandest display on the day of the arrival of His Royal Highness, and leave tho less imposing demonstration of the Aquatic Serenade till Friday or any future day ?
Your obedient servant,
12th December, 1867.

The Duke's Coach 1868

The Duke of Edinburgh


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