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Updated: June 24, 2025
The horrors of 1846 were more than equalled by those of the year that followed, and the woful picture presented by Sir Charles Gavan Duffy, the distinguished Irish patriot, statesman, and historian, is but too amply justified by the accepted records of the time. The condition of Ireland at the opening of the year 1847 is one of the most painful chapters in the annals of mankind.
And now, after hauling the reader pretty well all over Australia from mountain-station to out-back holding, from cattle-camp to buffalo run we must ask him to take a seat in the Supreme Court at Sydney, to hear the trial of the "great Grant Will Case." Gavan Blake had made no effort towards compromise. He knew the risk he was running, but he had determined to see it through.
Of that religion our thoughts, our faces, our bodies, our hats, our boots, our tastes, our virtues, and even our vices, were more or less fragmentary and inadequate expressions. In the delightful memoirs of that very remarkable man Sir Charles Gavan Duffy, there is an extremely significant and interesting anecdote about Browning, the point of which appears to have attracted very little attention.
Gavan Blake, attorney and solicitor, sat in his office at Tarrong, opening his morning's letters. The front room, where he sat, was fitted up with a table and a set of pigeon-holes full of dusty papers, a leather couch, a small fire-proof safe, and a book-case containing about equal proportions of law-books and novels. A few maps of Tarrong township and neighbouring stations hung on the walls.
'Fear not on that rugged highway Life may want its lawful zest, Sunny glens are on the mountain, Where the weary heart may rest. CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY. There was much relief and comfort in that visit of Mr. Audley's.
They had all heard the rumours that were going round; each had quietly been trying to find out what Peggy had to go on, and this pow-wow was utilised for the purpose of comparing notes. They had one advantage over Gavan Blake they knew all about Considine, which Blake did not. On one bed lay Pinnock, who had come up to make arrangements for carrying on the station till the will was proved.
John O'Connell replied that, in his opinion the Association was in the greatest peril, and it would be therefore necessary to have "Yea" or "Nay" to the Peace Resolutions. At the adjourned meeting next day, the Secretary read a letter from Mr. Charles Gavan Duffy, the proprietor of the Nation newspaper.
But he had his trouble for his pains, for the fellow was the itinerant chapman to the life, even to the stock of gross stories with which he kept his bucolic audience in an uninterrupted guffaw. Pah! would Sir Gavan never finish his second pipe and give the signal to rise? The storm had turned into a heavy downpour, and the peddler was consequently sure of his night's lodging.
But all remained standing in silence until the master and mistress had taken their places. Sir Gavan entered from his workshop, and, offering his hand to his wife, led her ceremoniously to her seat, Issa and Constans following. To Constans's indignant amazement the peddler stepped forward, as though to take the vacant seat alongside of Issa.
Guyder Touchett shrugged his shoulders. "Anything you like. When the ale is in the eye there are stranger things than gray cats to be discovered at the half-dawn. In my opinion, Garth is a fool and a liar." "And, as usual, your opinion is wrong," retorted Constans, "for the Gray Men are really here. But I cannot wait; I must speak with Sir Gavan himself."
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