Flood at Melbourne
The unusual and unseasonable fall of rain has clearly pointed out to the rulers of Australia Felix the great inconvenience which will arise should the attempt be made to built a town on the…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →Floods & storms, 1840
12 stories in Sydney's papers
The Floods
We copy the following letter from yesterday's Chronicle:- Namoi River February 10, 1840. DEAH SIR,—I wish to inform you a little of the…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →Swan River. Equinoctial Gale
A most fearful gale of wind came on suddenly on the night of Saturday last, which we regret to state, created much havoc amongst the shipping lying in Gage's Roads. Up to 12 o'clock at…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →Newcastle. the Gale.--loss of the "Dan O'connell" Cutter
May 11.--It blew a tremendous gale all the night of Saturday. The steamer Maitland left port for Sydney, but was obliged to return, although she was unable to get…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →Select Poetry. the Spirit of the Storm
I come on the whirlwind, career on the blast, And the arrowy lightning around me is cast; My pillow the thunder-cloud, darkness my zone, All fearless I walk on the tempest alone;…
Continued on Trove, page 1 →Martha Penny's Account of the Storm, &c
Dear Becky—Little did I think I shud ever ever ever rite you again! We have been on eternitty's briux. Such a terrifickle storm! Tho' we are on shure, I cant get it out of my bed. Every room…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Select Poetry. Storm and Shipwreck
The Spirit of the Storm sweeps by Upon his throne of clouds, The madden'd billows foaming fly Amid the trembling shrouds;…
Continued on Trove, page 1 →Horrible Storm.—natchez (U. S.) in Ruins
Our [?]eroted city is in ruins, and we have not a heart of stone to detail while the dead remain unburied and the wounded gram for help. Yesterday, at one o'clock, while all was peace, and most of our population were at…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →Horrible Storm—natchez in Ruins
Our devoted city is in ruins, and we have not a heart of stone to detail, while the dead remain unburied and the wounded groan for help. Yesterday, at one o'clock, while all was peace, and must of our…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →A Gale and Narrow Escape
'Hoist the galley in, Mr. Derrick,' exclaimed Captain Handsail, as he came over the gangway, after having been duly piped up the side. 'Bear a hand about it, but…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Select Poetry. I Laughed at the Storm
Did my heart ever fail, or my cheek turn pale, When I stood on the starting deck; Did my strong arm flinch, did I quail an inch. Tho the beautiful I argue was a wreck!…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →The Deluge
When o'er the mountains rose the orb of day, And spread o'er vale and plain his cheering ray, How swell'd the human bosom with delight, As the rich landscapes burst upon the sight!…
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