SARAH WELCH. [Of Adelaide, South Australia, has published a little paper booklet entitled The Dying Chorister and the Chorister's Funeral. Is a hospital nurse by profession.] THE DIGGER'S GRAVE. HE sought Australia's far-famed isle, Hoping that Fortune on his lot would smile, In search for gold; when one short year had flown, With sanguine words, traced with love's eager hand, In his bush hut, he dreamed of home once more; That day had Philip courage gained to tell Next day they found him. In his death-cold hand, With love-lit eyes; and next his heart they found And portrait of a girl's face, fresh and fair, The bright-hued birds, true nature's requiem gave, WILLIAM CHARLES WENTWORTH. ["The great Australian Statesman," founder of the Sydney University, born Norfolk Island, 1791. Son of D'Arcy Wentworth. Educated in England, first under Dr. Alexander Crombie at Greenwich, afterwards at the University of Cambridge, where he unsuccessfully competed against Mackworth Praed for the Chancellor's medal 1823. The subject was "Australasia," and though Praed secured the prize, Wentworth's is much the more meritorious performance; ranking as a "prize poem " very high indeed. Wentworth had but little time to cultivate the muses. He finally returned to England in 1862, and died in his 81st year, at Wimborne, Dorsetshire. His remains were taken to Sydney, where they were honoured with a public funeral.] AUSTRALASIA. CELESTIAL poesy! whose genial sway And to the Laplander his Boreal gleam And on some mountain-summit take thy stand; CHARLES WHITEHEAD. [Born 1804, died 1862; poet, novelist, dramatist; a native of London; began as clerk in a commercial house; in 1831 published The Solitary, a poem, and seems shortly afterwards to have become an author by profession; in 1834 published anonymously the Autobiography of Jack Ketch-entirely fiction; asked by Chapman & Hall to associate himself with Seymour in producing the book afterwards famous as The Pickwick Papers; declined, declaring himself unequal to the task of producing the copy with sufficient regularity, and recommended in his place the young author of Sketches by Boz; in 1842 Mr. Bentley published the novel Richard Savage, by which Whitehead will principally be remembered. Of this work Dickens often spoke "with great admiration," while Dante Rossetti writes of it as 66 very remarkable-a real character really worked out;" wrote also The Cavalier, a poetic drama, the Earl of Essex, an historical romance, Smiles and Tears, a collection of stories and essays, and a Life of Ralegh; also contributed largely to magazines and journals. His talents were great, and Richard Savage gave him a brilliant start; unhappily fell into habits of intemperance; to make a fresh start accepted a journalistic appointment in Melbourne in 1857, but his fatal propensity remained. He sank lower and lower, and in 1862 died in Melbourne of destitution. The Spanish Marriage, the fragment of a poetic drama from which our extract is taken, was published in a Melbourne magazine, and contains fine passages. A most interesting and highly reviewed study of the poet, Charles Whitehead, a Monograph with Extracts from his Works, has been published by Mr. H. T. Mackenzie Bell (T. Fisher, Unwin & Co.), which has gone into a second edition. Our biography is an abridgment of Mr. Mackenzie Bell's in Celebrities of the Century, p. 1045. THE SPANISH MARRIAGE. SCENE I. The exterior of a cathedral at the back of the stage. Enter from the door CHARLES and Posa, who descend the steps and advance hurriedly to the front of the stage. Charles. These impious marriage rites! nature, How are thou now profaned! Posa. O, holy But yet, my lord, Permit the friend who ventured to dissuade you To urge the danger of a seeming scorn Cast on the king by your abrupt departure, Charles. The benediction! frightful mockery! Charles. Be calm and love? You know she was affianced unto me; She knows it too, letters have passed between us, In grasping tight the sceptre. Thwarted there, His son's betrothed-thence, and now, weds her. Shame A thing for men to whet their wits upon, To have suffered this. Posa. I grieve for all the wrongs, Scorns, and indignities which Charles. Forget not that!— Posa. From my birth, The King has heaped upon you. But he is absolute, and waves his will O'er every head at pleasure. Hear me now: There is no being on the earth so helpless As a king's son and heir; he's sought and flattered, Stay, they are about |