CO CLARE FAMILY NOTICES early Australian Newspapers

Kilmore Free Press (Kilmore, Vic: 1870 - 1954)     Thursday 4 December 1884 Edition: MORNING. p 2

DEATH.

 KENNY--On the 30th November, at her daughter's residence, Longwood, Mrs Jane Kenny, relict of the late Mr. James Kenny, formerly of Tomgrany, Co. Clare. Ireland. Aged 85 years. R.I.P.     

The North Western Advocate and the Emu Bay Times (Tasmania 1899-1919 )            Thursday 28 April 1910

DEATH. .

 MYLAN. - On April 27, at her late residence, Burnie,  Annie, relict of the late John Mylan, Marine Terrace,  and youngest daughter of  the late Hugh F. Gildea, Co. Clare, Ireland; aged 67 years. R.I.P.

Launceston Examiner (Tas. : 1842 - 1899)   Thursday 10 April 1856

MARRIAGES. 

On Tuesday last, at St. Joseph's Church, by the Rev. T. Butler, Mr. John Beston, of Hunter's Rivulet, Cormiston, West Tamar, to Miss Ann Hare, late of Ballinasloe, Co. Clare, Ireland.

The Star (Ballarat, Vic. : 1855 - 1864)         

 Monday 17 March 1862

DEATHS.

On the 13th March, at his residence, Fellmongers' Creek, Ballarat, Thomas, fourth son of John Callinan, late of Kilfenora, Co. Clare, Ireland, aged 24 years, of con-sumption. Home papers please copy.

Gippsland Times (Vic. : 1861 - 1954)

Wednesday 12 September 1888

DEATH

KELLY.- At Rath, Co. Clare, Ireland, on the 24th June, John Kelly, aged 23 years,   the dearly beloved brother of Mrs D. O'Connor, Spring Hill, Willung. R.I.P.

The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. : 1848 - 1956) Saturday 14 April 1855 p 4

MARRIED.

On the 10th inst., by special license, at Richmond, by the Rev. James J. Madden, Mr. John Kelly, of Melbourne, late of Ennis, Co. Clare, Ireland, to Margaret Anne, eldest daughter of Mr. Nicholas Talbot, of Loughane, King's County, Ireland.

The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933) Tuesday 4 July 1905 p 4

DEATH

PARKS.-On the 30th of April, at Stoneleigh Street, Red Hill, Brisbane, John Kinahan, eldest son of the  late Thomas Parks. Esq., Balling Castle. Carlingford, Co. Louth, and grandson of the late Rev. John Kinahan, M.A., Feakle, Co. Clare, Ireland, aged 40 years.

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DEATH OF AN INFANT BROTHER

The following lines were composed on the death of an infant brother – he was a child remarkable for infantile (sic) intelligence and extreme beauty – the deep lustre of his clear blue eyes beautiful curls of his sunny hair waving over his lovely forehead always brought to my mind the forms of those bright thousands who sing the holy song before the eternal throne in the blest place where I hope once more to meet him. A few days after leaving Ireland his spirit took its flight and his body was committed to the deep waves of the Atlantic there to repose till the mighty voice that shakes Heaven and Earth shall say: Give up thy dead thou Sea.

He came in beauty like the breath

Of perfume on a flower

He came in beauty like the sound

Of music through a bower

He came among us like a beam

Of radiance from above

He came among us like a dream

Of pure and holy love

His life was like a drop of dew

Upon the rose's leaf

His life was like the rainbow's hue

As lovely and as brief

He faded as the brightness fades

Upon the ice plants wreath

He faded as a flower fades

Beneath the chill wind's breath

He sleeps beneath the ocean's wave

Where the pearl lies deep and clear

The wild sea pours its melody

Upon his sleeping ear

He sleeps in a lovely coral bower

Where gems and gold are bright

And where the weeping pale sea flower

Gleams in the ruby's light

He'll rise again in glory bright

From his still and lonely bed

He'll rise in that awful morning's light

When the sea gives up its dead

He'll stand amid the holy throng

In their home of peace and rest

He'll join the loud triumphant song

With the spirits of the blest

And shall I meet him there my God

And stand before thy face

And meet a welcome such as he

Into thine holy place

Oh Father guide me through the woes

That round my pathway lie

And grant that I may stand so pure

Before thy righteous eye

My God then give me faith and hope

To lead me on my way

And grant that I may … ….. thee

In climes of eternal day

Transcribed from Emily's album

Emily.E.B.(c)

Heartfelt thanks to my friend, Lyn Nunn, who has allowed me to post these wonderful verses written by Emily Elizabeth Beavan ( nee Shaw), her great, great grandmother.
There is a gentleness and an underlying strength in her words as she portrays life in the 1800's.

THE MISSING SHIP

The Missing Ship. 

' The 'Guiding Star,' which left Liverpool on the 9th January last, for Melbourne, by the last advices had not arrived there, and her name is now posted at Lloyds as a missing ship."-" Times," 18th November 1855.

Sunlight on the water

And beautiful and bright: 

A stately ship is spreading

Her sails of snowy white.

The foam-spray flings around her

A flood of fleshing gems,

As through the broad blue billows,

So gallantly she stems.

The white cliffs of old England,

Fade dimly on the lee;

But strong and hopeful spirits, 

She beareth out to sea.

And one young heart among them

Bounded gladly as the foam;

For o'er the dark blue ocean, 

She bore him to his home; 

Where loving eyes were watching 

Through night and through the day, 

To see that gallant vessel 

In fair Port Phillip bay.

But wearily the months go by,

 And yet she cometh not ;

 But still the young boy's mother

 Keeps her accustomed spot 

She stands upon St. Kilda's beach,

And gazeth o'er the waves, 

That roll their broad unbroken swells,

 As green as churchyard graves.

 The winter storms blow round her, 

With deep and deadly thrill: 

They say that hope is over, 

But yet she waiteth still; 

And thinks of some green island,

 'Mid the far Pacific's calm, 

Where her boy may now be dreaming

 Beneath the feathery palm. 

 And when the sea is glassy.

 And moveless as the land,

When the summer sun is shining

Upon the glittering sand; 

She thinks of plains of snow,

Around the Southern pole, 

And dreams the bark is tossing 

Where the lofty icebergs roll.

And all the night, and all the day, 

She gazeth out afar 

If aught may bring her tidings

Of the missing ' Guiding Star;' 

But that stately ship, so beautiful, 

Has never crossed the main 

Was seen upon her ocean path, 

But never seen again. 

Emily E. B. -Kilmore " Examiner," February, 1856.. (c)

Kilmore Free Press no. 2409  20 July 1911 pg1

ON FIRST ENTERING PORT PHILIP HEADS

	Port Phillip Heads. Ebb Tide. Clipper Ship Lightning & Pilot vessel engraving held by State  Library of Victoria (c) Transcribed by Lyn Nunn Aug 2005 from The Examiner, 'Original and Select Poetry', January 25, 1856 n.p. Kilmore Victoria Australia ON FIRST ENTERING PORT PHILIP  HEADS Bright and clear the sun-beam's shine Upon you lovely land, Like a floating gem on an azure sea Lies the fair Australian strand! We have roamed a long and weary way O'er oceans trackless path; And felt the might of the billows foam, And the tempest in its wrath. And now you beauteous land appears Before our wave worn barque; As welcome as the white winged dove To the dwellers of the Ark. Wondrous tales are told to us Of the wealth of the golden streams, But oh! the land looks beautiful! Be they false as fairy dreams! Its skies to us seem sapphire blue, Its grass as emerald green, And radiant as the diamond flash Its crystal waters sheen; And tho' we have left our childhood's stars, And the homes of those we love; Earth's fairest forms around us smile, And the southern cross above. Emily E. B.(c) Kilmore, January 1856.

The Green Thing

In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. 

The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day."

The clerk responded, "That's our problem today.  Your generation did not care enough to save our environment."

She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soft drink bottles and beer bottles. They were then sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.  So they really were recycled.

But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every shop and office building. We walked to the grocery shop and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two streets.

But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's nappies because we didn't have the throw-away kind.  We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry the clothes.  Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.


But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen (remember them?), not a screen the size of Tasmania. 

In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. 

When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.   

Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn fuel just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. 


We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank water from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink. 

We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mothers into a 24-hour taxi service. 

We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances.  And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza place.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we older people were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?