The City of the “Violet Crown” 77 Aurelle 79 The Tale of The Great White Plains 80 An Australian Hymn 83 God’s Gift 84 Because of Thee 85 The Legend of Osyth’s Wood 87 Mount Gambier, South Australia 90 Scents and the Past--A Strong Connecting Link 92 Malta--Just a Glimpse 94 Smyrna 97 The Ports of Palestine 103 The Ivory Temple--For Australian Women 107 The Little Children--Making Good Citizens 109 Music--Its Magnetic Charm 111 Man and His Dress 114 So Long Ago 116 [Illustration: text decoration] [Illustration: text decoration] LE ROI EST MORT. A nation’s soul had hung with bated breath Upon two fateful words: ’Twas Life or Death. The King is dead! Low lies that royal head; Death’s seal is pressed on that cold marble brow, Free from all sorrow now. He is at rest: The King is dead! And she, whom he adored, is stricken low; Nor tears, nor loving words, avail him now. The King is dead! Swifter than morning lights his soul hath Winged its flight beyond the stars. The King is dead! Earth’s nations bow the head in mutest grief For this: The Royal dead who sleeps beneath yon pall. The King is dead! Life’s pageantry is o’er; nor pomp, nor cavalcades disturb him more. The King is dead! Upon that stately bier reposeth now All that remains so dear, whom millions knew. The King is dead! O Angels, waft him home! O Lord of Life and Death, Thy will be done! The King is dead! And yet, he lives again! his son doth Him succeed! God bless his reign! TO AUSTRALIA. Stella Australis! who with matchless grace Riseth like Aphrodité from the ocean’s foam, With dawn resplendent in thy smiling face And tresses flung to the wild breezes of thy home. Brilliant the gems thy bosom fair adorning, Rich run thy veins with golden treasure down; Thy girdle formed of pearls fair, as the morning, The starry Southern Cross thy peerless crown.