CCXXVII First appeared in The Brisbane Courier (August 8, 1899). CCXXVIII-CCXXIX The first appeared in Songs of the South (Ward, Lock & Co., 1891), and the second is an extract from The Commonwealth: an Ode (Melbourne Age, January 1901). By permission of the author. As to the first,-Matthew Flinders (1774-1814), discoverer and captain in the navy, was one of the first surveyors of the east coast of Australia. He spent many years in exploring the country adjacent to the coast. IX.-NEW ZEALAND CCXXX Musings in Maoriland (Sydney: Arthur T. Keirle & Co., 1890). By permission of the publishers. CCXXXI First published in the Dunedin Saturday Advertiser (June 22, 1878), and included in Far South Fancies (Griffith, Farran & Co., 1889). By permission of the author. 1. 15. Parakeet's. The parakeet resembles a parrot in appearance, and is one of the native birds of New Zealand. 16. Tui's. The tui is a mocking-bird, and has two tufts of white feathers on its neck, the rest of its plumage being jet black. It is commonly called the 'Parson Bird,' from its supposed resemblance to a clergyman in a white tie. CCXXXII-CCXXXIII The first is from Songs of the Singing Shepherd (Wanganui, New Zealand: A. D. Willis, 1885), and the second from The Pilgrim of Eternity (Wanganui : Wanganui Herald Co., 1892). mission of the author. By per As to the second,-Cooee (1. 1). The signal-call of the aborigines of New Zealand ('cooee' or 'cooey') can be heard at a great distance. Z INDEX OF FIRST LINES Across the streaming flood, the deep ravine Agincourt, Agincourt Ah, now we know the long delay Amid the loud ebriety of War . An effigy of brass A perfect peaceful stillness reigns A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer Arvon's heights hide the bright sun from our gazing Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's Attend you, and give ear awhile A wee bird cam' to our ha' door A wonderful joy our eyes to bless Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain Breathes there the man, with soul so dead Britain fought her sons of yore By crag and lonely moor she stands. By the Boer lines at Congella. By this, though deep the evening fell PAGE 286 168 3 297 96 Cam' ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg Come, all ye jolly sailors bold. Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer Come, my hearties-work will stand Cooee! I send my voice Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear. Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud Daddy Neptune one day to Freedom did say |