There still remained, nominally belonging to New South Wales though detached from that colony, the country now known as the Northern Territory and forming part of South Australia, lying northward of the 26th parallel of south latitude, and between 129 degrees and 138 degrees east longitude. That area was by Letters Patent, dated 6th July, 1863, issued under the Imperial Act of 1861, annexed to South Australia until it was "the Royal pleasure to make other disposition thereof." [Illustration] GOVERNORS OF QUEENSLAND. (1) SIR GEORGE FERGUSON BOWEN, G.C.M.G.: Dec. 1859--Jan. 1868. (2) COLONEL SAMUEL WENSLEY BLACKALL: Aug. 1868--Jan. 1871. (3) MARQUIS OF NORMANBY: Aug. 1871--Nov. 1874. (4) WILLIAM WELLINGTON CAIRNS, C.M.G.: Jan. 1875--Mar. 1877. (5) SIR ARTHUR EDWARD KENNEDY, G.C.M.G., C.B.: April 1877--May 1883. (6) SIR ANTHONY MUSGRAVE, G.C.M.G.: Nov. 1883--Oct. 1888. (7) SIR HENRY WYLIE NORMAN, G.C.B., G.C.M.G., C.I.E.: May 1889--Dec. 1895. (8) LORD LAMINGTON, G.C.M.G.: April 1896--Dec. 1901. (9) SIR HERBERT CHARLES CHERMSIDE, G.C.M.G., C.B.: Mar. 1902--Oct. 1904. (10) LORD CHELMSFORD, K.C.M.G.: Nov. 1905--May 1909. (11) SIR WILLIAM MACGREGOR, G.C.M.G., C.B.: Dec. 1909-- QUEEN OF THE NORTH. ESSEX EVANS. Stand forth, O Daughter of the Sun, Of all thy kin the fairest one, It is thine hour of Jubilee. Behold, the work our hands have done Our hearts now offer unto thee. Thy children call thee; O come forth, Queen of the North! Brow-bound with pearls and burnished gold The East hath Queens of royal mould, Sultanas, peerless in their pride, Who rule wide realms of wealth untold, But they wax wan and weary-eyed: Thine eyes, O Northern Queen, are bright With morning light. Fear not thy Youth: It is thy crown-- The careless years before Renown Shall load its tines with jewelled deeds And press thy golden circlet down With vaster toils and greater needs. Fear not thy Youth: its splendid power Awaits the hour. Stand forth, O Daughter of the Sun, Whose fires through all thine arteries run, Whose kiss hath touched thy gleaming hair-- Come like a goddess, Radiant One, Reign in our hearts who crown thee there, With laughter like thy seas, and eyes Blue as thy skies. Ah, not in vain, O Pioneers, The toil that breaks, the grief that sears, The hands that forced back Nature's bars To prove the blood of ancient years And make a home 'neath alien stars! O Victors over stress and pain 'Twas not in vain! Jungle and plain and pathless wood-- Depths of primeval solitude-- Gaunt wilderness and mountain stern-- Their secrets lay all unsubdued. Life was the price: who dared might learn. Ye read them all, Bold Pioneers, In fifty years.