The Chronicles of a Gay GordonGordon, J. M. (Joseph Maria)
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The Chronicles of a Gay Gordon
Gordon, J. M. (Joseph Maria)
Generals -- England -- Biography; Gordon, J. M. (Joseph Maria), 1856-1929
Adelaide nestles at the foot of a beautiful range of hills, the highest
point of which, "Mount Lofty," some 2,000 feet high, rises overlooking
the city. Numbers of spurs slope gracefully towards the plain, whose
shores the sea washes--the sea whence the cool breezes blow over the
city. What a glorious sight can be seen from Mount Lofty on a full
moonlight night! Stand on Mount Lofty, look up and revel in the sight of
an Australian summer night's sky, the dark but ethereally clear bluish
dome overhead, myriads of little stars, blinking at the steady brilliant
light of the greater constellations. Look right and left--on all sides
the spurs, covered with misty haze, lose themselves as they merge into
the plains. Look west towards the city and the sea. There beneath the
soft and silvery rays of the moon lies Adelaide and its suburbs, wrapt in
the peace and quiet of the night. Its thousands of street lights shine so
clear that they seem to lie at your feet. You see deep, dark places
amongst the lights; there are the park lands. Then raise your eyes and
look farther west; there is the sea. It shines as a silver mirror. The
soft winds from the west are blowing, and the wavelets, dancing in the
light of the moon, play with her shining rays as they leap on to break
gently on the sandy beach. Many times have I revelled in this sight while
staying with my friend, John Bakewell, whose beautiful home is close to
the top of the mount.
Colonel Light must have also kept in mind the climatic conditions. From
any part of the city a drive of less than a couple of hours will take one
up some fifteen to eighteen hundred feet above the sea. The railways, and
afterwards the advent of the motor-cars, have brought the hills down to
Adelaide and the plain, and the many and beautiful homes now adorning the
crests of the ridges and nestled there might almost be suburbs. See the
lovely foliage of the trees, gathered from all parts of the world. Look
at the gardens, luxuriant in blooms, where the flowers revel in rivalling
each other in beauty and colour and in profusion of blossoms. See the
ripening fruits festooning the trees in the orchards.
It is amongst such surroundings that the fortunate citizens of Adelaide
live, and there it was my privilege to spend--I say so without the
slightest reservation--the happiest years of my life. Would they could
come again.
You are not surprised now, are you, that the citizens of Adelaide fully
recognize the debt of gratitude they owe Colonel Light? His memory they
cherish. His name will ever be an honoured one. His monument, Adelaide
itself, a living one which will last until the day when the last trumpet
shall sound "the assembly." His recompense, the gratitude of her citizens
right up to that day.
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