Identifier: opalsagatesorsce00bart (find matches)
Title: Opals and agates : or, Scenes under the Southern Cross and the Magelhans : being memoirs of fifty years of Australia and Polynesia : with nine illustrations
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Bartley, Nehemiah, 1830?-1894
Subjects: Gold mines and mining -- Australia Prospecting -- Australia Australia -- Description and travel Australia -- History Oceania
Publisher: Brisbane : Gordon and Gotch
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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bble to us,in their own universal language, about the former travels of somefriends ; about the old woman who used to sell the polished pebbles.at Scarborough j of the consumptive curate, with his splendidlyhandsome and healthy sister and nurse (in one) at Biarritz ; of thelovely oysters and the pretty milliners at Dieppe ; of the heiress atold Bournemouth, who was so quiet and demure, and proved to beno hehess, after all ; of the natty fishwives of Calais ; of thecavalry officer, who was always so lucky at loo, at Brighton ; ofthe plentiful mackerel on the beach at Boulogne, shot from the holdof the fishing smacks. Memories upon memories do these same wild waves conjure up,and no wonder, for who shall say where this particular cubic yardof salt water which has just splashed over us, who shall say where itwas, or what it was doing, six months, or six years, ago. AskMaury and Fitzroy, encuare of the sealed bottles, with paper inside ■•.-. •*• - .— ■■»»««■»■ w 1»
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TASMANS ARCH, A ROl K BRIDGE BY THE Ska, NKAR EAGLE HAWK NECK, ON the Tasmaman Coast; 200 FEET High and Wide. (By Pirmlitilon of Mr. Beaitle, Hobart). SIHON AND OG. 209 of them, which perform these eccentric and solitary voyages fromdecks of beech to beaches of sand. This very identical cubic yardof water was, perchance, a year ago, helping to buoy up some amber-haired sea nymph, some Musidora divested of chignon, improver,and E.S. M.H. kid boots, as she disported herself on the green waveof cockney Ramsgate ; the sea water goes everywhere in turn, and,unlike the land, is ever on the move, and perpetually on the visit—and, therefore, we have every respect for the wild wave, and itsextensive experience, and varied travel, and so we always listendeferentially to what it is saying, and try all we can to gather itsmurmured meaning. Hark ! now. My skiff is by the shore, and my barque is on the sea, and Illbe true to you, if youll be true to me, and so forth. Rare old•songs of bygone da

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