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Thomas Parmeter
of 'de Quirosville' died at the age of 46. Twelve months
previously and possibly already ill,
he set out on a journey
to make a visit to his daughter Maria
(Mrs. Squire). He wrote the following letters to
the Sydney Gazette outlining his travels to various parts of the
Hunter Valley. The letters contain several references to other Hunter
Valley settlers and events of the day.
' "To go
abroad, And cull the passing scenes is sweet, And
innocent itself" - Captain Tripp.
'I will go and see
my girl and the bairns', I exclaimed to George, 'and
so prepare the tailor to go with me directly'. No
sooner resolved than off I trudged.
Leaving my
hospital invalids recovering fast, and with proper
instructions I set out on my journey with Jemmy the
conceited fine fool snip.
On crossing the
river, how surprised was I (for three years since I
last past it), to find one vast embodied plain of
full three hundred acres of stumped and cleared
land, composed of fine alluvial soil, and a neat and
well built verandah cottage to welcome my wearied
limbs, though only three miles distance.
After a kind an
hospitable reception from Mr. and Mrs. Dodd
and sister, I set off in his gig for the Plains, and
after transacting a little business, I set out to
borrow a horse and cart from my godson, Dio
Baldwin, who resides with Mr.
Otto
; and,
sleeping there at his fine new brick house, I
determined to set off for my daughter, Mrs.
Squire's.
But let me pause a
moment to attempt to describe the metamorphosis that
has taken place in these vast and beautiful plains:
The two inns of
Brown and
Singleton situated on the banks of the
river, with the adjoining Court House, over which
Captain Forbes so justly yet discriminately
presides, with the convenient shops of
Messrs.
Dutton etc., I came and saw the mansion of the first
named merchant whose mildness and gentlemanly
manners I so much admired; and when I observed the
roads and pastures, all closed round the farms of
the several opulent proprietors methought the days
of the Genii were resuscitated.
The neat cottage
of Mr. McDougall was seen at a distance; and
the adjoining and surrounding mansions and villas of
Messrs Dangar, White,
Larnach
etc closed the
parting beauties of the far famed St. Patrick 's
Plains.
On I carted with
my little tailor and driver till I came to my
daughter's when lo and behold! I found a deserted
house, except a couple of servants and a neighbouring
tenant in charge.
Now sorely
disappointed, yet I could not grumble when I
understood they were at the Maitland Races.
To go so far and
not see them was impossible - was, in fact, an
absurdity, and an abominable want of affection
I would not be guilty of for all my estate, or all
the gold in the mines of Golconda.
Not but I confess
a last days peep at the races was a slight
inducement for my mounting a carriage with nine
animals (one more than his Majesty's vehicle),
vulgarly y'clept a bullock team, going empty to
Maitland, belonging to Mr. Kilman (Kelman) conducted by two civil communicative Paddies, cognomended
John Reardon
and John Ginnar.
And thus much I
must say, that when not obliged to go by such a
conveyance by my palsied condition, never did I
travel more safely and snugly than when escorted by
my valets, for the time being - than these two sons
of Erin.
There is something
winning and fascinating about a good natured
Irishman that winds and entwines itself about out
hearts and he is not a man that does not love one of
these hones unsophisticated creatures.
The moon had been
up about an hour when I got to the busy and bustling
town, and soon I had the pleasure and sweet
consolation of embracing my charming and lovely
Maria and her prattling babes to my arms. I was
repaid for all my trouble, with the additional
felicity of seeing my sons and my little Harriet,
"Tall and fair,
and increasing good"
On Wednesday I
gang'd to the course and took my comfortable seat on
a chair on the stand, when, from the pressure of the
mobility, I soon dismounted from my elevated site,
close to the weighing enclosures.
Thee result of the
races having been so ably detailed, I shall not
particularize the business and pleasures of the day
further than making a few animadversions and
suggestions:
Now everything
proved through the liberal high-mindedness of Mr.
Simpson whose horse Pitch came off
victor, perfectly satisfactory to the Sydney Jockey
Club, and gratifying to
Mr.Earle
whose
horse Countess evinced an astonishing
superiority and Mrs. Yeoman who was honoured
with a subscription from the Maitland patrons of
forty guineas, for her spirited venture and
expenditure in sportingly keeping alive "the annual
joys of the day"
But let me advise
my brother Hunteronians not to plume themselves upon
their successive glory on the turf as next years
shall come such a phalanx of speed and sport from
all parts of the colony as to threaten annihilation
to all their aspiring triumphs or else,
"What speed can
prevent their surest goal"
All all events the
spirit of the Hunter River sportsmen has been
decidedly and demonstrably shewn to be an honourable
competition with the whole districts of the colony;
and every mind must be convinced that the field of honour was fairly won by the gentlemen of the club;
and I cannot but fairly award a due meed of praise
to the stewards, Mr. Mitchell,
Captain Hungerford and Mr. Cory
for their manly impartiality during the day as well
as the amenity of manners of the Sydney gentlemen.
After all these amusements were over I returned
after spending an hour with the clever Irish surgeon Mr. Mellon
(Mallon); whom I prophecy will, bye
and bye go to the capital and take the lead, after
the death of my friend Mr. Bland (whom God
protect for many years). I say we all set off for my
son in law's residence; daughter, bairns and all.
After travelling
nearly all day the excellent and incomparable new
road we just had a sight of Mr. Duguid's
cottage and excellent well laid out grounds; and to
my no small astonishment, we came upon a sudden
burst and magnificent view of 'Oswald Seat"
the mansion of that unfortunate professional
gentleman
Mr. (William) Harper
Ah! methought,
sympathy and similarity of condition often inciting
me to call I will not pass such a man of talent's
door without paying my respects; and I need not have
cogitated on the matter as Mrs. Harper
hospitably came out, and anticipated all my fire and
feeling.
I had never seen
him before. Depicture to yourself a young man in the
prime of life, completely blind; but oh! the light
of his varied features and animated discourse, and
what, thought I, Call you this an affliction, when by his genius
and taste, he has contrived and planned a mansion surpassing any I have
seen on the Hunter.
Just picture
nearly three hundred acres stumped and tastefully
laid out, with rising terrace and romantic hill,
surrounded by valleys of a tortuous aspect, and on
the summit of which towers an edifice for elegant
splendour and locality of design, in the castellated
modern fashion of comfort and grandeur assimilated
Here could I pass my days, did not a paramount duty call me home to my
improvising seat and retreat, purposely to enjoy his right and sight of
intellect, thought blind to external objects, yet illuminating all by
his mind's eye, ever busy and never ceasing gaze. (1)
' What
smiles and joy, so pure as Home; When sweet content does crown the
scene'
'Well I must go,
said I to the 'Blind Philosopher', for in no other
light could I contemplate the enlightened Mr.
Harper, for my patients will be expecting me'
After two days
delightful converse deep upon domestic matters and
desultory politics, and a promise I should send my
eldest son, Francis to commune with him and be
useful to himself. I proposed to set off the
following morning, being Tuesday, I think, in Mr.
Harper's gig to my son in law's habitation.
After the
customary farewell adieu! Lock, his overseer, drove
me dashingly off with 'Speed like care' from Oswald
Mansion.
Now I make it a
point always to adopt my conversation with the
character of the 'Chield', I am addressing.
Therefore, driving
was the order of the day, and I found
Lock,
so good an agriculturist, both in theory and
especially in practice that from what little I knew
(and God knows little enough) I thought Mr. Harper,
lucky to get a Norfolk Farmer, to till his land and
turn his soil
Spending two
delicious days with my daughter and her bairns and
upon my valet, George, taking the fine foot tailor's
face, I bade adieu to the interesting troupe of Mr.
Squire's family and set off on a horse and
cart, 'Lock again' to my site (for it is ridiculous
to term it a seat at present) and Cotter's side
But I am proud to
truly say that a mile in length, I have fenced and
cleared land, an avenue that would not disgrace
an English Park.
So much for my
tenant clearing system, for in a few years, I shall
enjoy a descent income and children dear.
After refreshing
ourselves at Singleton we reached Home at the close
of the day when I sent George on and stopped at a
neighbouring settler's called Mr. Brown where I staid
all night and reached home the following morning.
Thus have I given
a plain unvarnished trip of
"How I Went out
and came back again"
What is life, but
an interchange of scenes and actions, follies, or
wisdom, amongst us all, to strive who shall 'Eat,
drink, sleep and die!; for very few of us urge the
rein in.
Ere I close my
diary, I must allude to a trip I made to Mr. John
Blaxland's fine estate on the Wollombi, Having
some business to make with that gentleman I went to
his minor 'Alpine villa' and certainly enjoyed the
most expressible view of his Romantic retreat, for
excepting the Rev. R.H. M's Christened Hamlet, it
exceeds any sight on those mountains.
Figure to yourself
upwards of three hundred acres of land, 'stumpt' and
cleared close to the mountains edge, with adjacent
and appropriate out buildings and crowned with
Cottage neat, which will bye and bye give place to a
superb domain.
Conversing with my son Thomas, he with a
good deal of naiveté, exclaimed, 'Father, I don't
know Latin and Greek, besides I would rather be with
Mr. Low; and
become a shipwright, as I have heard you say Doctors
are two a penny, now a days". Well I said Tom,
German and French, are easily studied, and are
language's more fitting these modern times to finish
Surgeon and so I'll send you to my old pupil the
talented Mr. Clayton of Windsor. No No Father
he reiterated let me be a shipwright. Well, Well, I
rejoined, you shall be a naval architect, with that
he smiled and we parted - for thus he disappoints my
ambition. Yet I would rather let him allow the bend
of his inclination and be happy. (2)
The location of De Quirosville can be
found on Henry Dangar's 1828 Map at the
National Library of Australia
*Possibly
John Lock who arrived on the Guildford (1)Sydney
Gazette 21 July 1835
(2)Sydney
Gazette 15 August 1835
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