Stories Of Old Sydney | by Charles H. Bertie

Contains few Stories and Pictures of Old Sydney, Australia

Title	Stories Of Old Sydney
Author	Charles H. Bertie
Publisher	Angus & Robertson Ltd.
Year	1912
Copyright	1912, Angus & Robertson Ltd.

Stories Of Old Sydney

By Charles H. Bertie, Illustrated by Sydney Ure Smith

Preface: I am indebted to Messrs. John Fairfax and Sons for permission to reprint The Ghosts of Hunter Street and A Ramble round Old Sydney, which appeared, in part, in the Sydney Morning Herald and the...

One Summer's Night: When evening's hush comes on the land And day's last legions flee, I fain would sit and see the hand Smooth out the wrinkled sea. And then I see the island lights Shoot out from night's black...

The Ghosts Of Hunter Street: IT is a very pretty difference! Cook having announced a personally conducted tour from Olympia to Australia at very reasonable rates, a large party undertook the journey. On arrival at Sydney, Sir ...

The Windmills Of Old Sydney: The lofty windmills that with outspread sail Thick line the hills and court the rising gale. ON reading these lines it requires no great imagination to conjure up the vision of a delightful English...

The Windmills Of Old Sydney. Part 2: After much time had been lost through the wheels in Y\ ilkinson's machine going wrong, the whole thing was abandoned; the responsibility for the failure was laid principally on the timber used for t...

The Windmills Of Old Sydney. Part 3: Our next view carries us down to Miller's Point, and depicts the last of the three windmills which, at various times, graced the Point. The mill in our illustration stood on the site of Messrs. Dalget...

A Ramble Round Old Sydney: IT has been objected that the adjective old does not, cannot, apply to Sydney. Your city is but a century and a quarter old, and as cities go, it is but an infant. our critics have urged. We ca...

A Ramble Round Old Sydney. Continued: The Old Stables, Dawes Battery;' If one could write of this as the stable of some mighty racer of yore, as Jorrocks, Bennelong, or The Barb, it would open a page of history full of fact and fancy. Al...

A Mysterious Affair. An Episode Of The Thirties: ONE Sunday morning in the month of April, 1831, the good people of Sydney were astonished to see the ship Edward sail into port. A week before, this vessel had departed from Sydney bound for Batavia, ...

A Mysterious Affair. An Episode Of The Thirties. Continued: The fate of the officers and their unfortunate ladies is wrapped in the most appalling uncertainty. We derive some consolation, however, from the fact, that cold-blooded butchery is the reverse of t...

Fifty Years Ago: HIS address is No. 2 Cave, Domain. Hours: 6 to 8 p.m. in winter, 8 p.m. to 1 a.m. in summer. May be consulted 011 any subject under the sun, from the comparative warmth of the Sydney newspapers as bed...

Fifty Years Ago. Continued: Howell's Mill, Parramatta. When Grandpa was young. When I made enquiries about the goldfields, I was not at all impressed with my chances. The Turon, I was told, was done, except for exp...