These are historical newspapers. Some stories use language and express views that are offensive today.
43 stories in Sydney's papers · page 1 of 3
Bir,—At your request I have the honour to furnish you with a few netes on the geological character of part of the tinbearing country in the district of Inverell. Since my arrival here, and until within the last fortnight, I…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Sir,—At your request I have the honour to furnish you with a few notes on the geological character of part of the tinbearing conntry in the district of Inverell. Since my arrival here, and until within the last fortnight, I…
Continued on Trove, page 14 →The Rev. B. F. Curry has been tried for marrying without a license. He was sentenced, on being convicted, to pay a fine of £50, and to be imprisoned for six months…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →[?] ROOM [?]ter in a frist-class hotel is not of much importance individually in its internal sconomy, but collectively, he is a power. A contumacious napkin-bearer here and there in so vast an institution, has not the power to…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →WINTER round them: not a winter in city streets, lamplit and glowing, or on a fair English country-side, dotted with cottage-roofs, humble village homes, sending up their incense of blue-grey smoke to the…
Continued on Trove, page 761 →A DINING—ROOM waiter in a first-class notel is not of much importance individually in its internal economy, but collectively, he is a power. A contumacious napkin-bearer here…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →THERE weeks go by, empty weeks of which only Lucius Davoren keeps a record, in a journal which may serve by and by for the history of the ill-fated expedition; which may be found perchance by some…
Continued on Trove, page 793 →William aliss Barney Lane, described is a labourer, was charged with stealing a silver watch and gold albert chain, the property of Robert Childs. Detective Elliott, who, in company with detective Lyons, arrested…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →THE slow days pass, but the guide does not return, Geoffrey's sporting explorations have resulted only in a rare bird, hardly a mouthful for one of the four starving men, though they divide the appetising…
Continued on Trove, page 825 →I LEFT Paris on Tuesday morning, as I informed you I would in my last; reached Strasburg between 9 and 10 that night, and remained there. Tuesday was a lovely day; bright sunshine,…
Continued on Trove, page 5 →The stranger, having had their exact circumstances laid before him, took the gloomiest view of the position The first deep fall of snow had occurred a week after the guide's departure. If he had not ere that…
Continued on Trove, page 25 →THE fever raged severely. Delirium held Geoffrey's brain in its hideous thraldom. Horrid sights and scenes pursued him. He looked at his friend's face with blank unseeing eyes, or looked and beheld…
Continued on Trove, page 57 →Sergeant Devonald, of the Hay police, was kicked in the abdomen by a horse, yesterday, near Burrabogie station. Very little hopes of his recovery are entertained…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →A shop verandah in izabeth-street, fell this morning, an injured two workmen employed in repairs. The passers-by had a very narrow escape…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →THERE was not a plethora of patients in the Shadrack Road, nor were the cases which presented themselves to Mr. Davoren for the most part of a deeply-interesting character. He had a good supply of casualties,…
Continued on Trove, page 121 →LUCIUS DAVOREN found himself curiously disturbed by the memory of memory of that pretty face in his own rank of life —that glimpse of a fireside different from the common Presides of the Shadrach-Basin district— the fat and…
Continued on Trove, page 153 →Lucius thought much of his friend after that frank confession at the Cosmopolitan. Geoffrey had dined none the less well because of his passion. He had eaten oysters, and bisque soup, and stewed calves'…
Continued on Trove, page 185 →TEN o'clock the next morning beheld Lucius again at the tall gate. He was admitted without question, and the open door of the parlour showed him Lucille—in a grey stuff gown, a large linen apron, and a white…
Continued on Trove, page 217 →ON Tuesday evening week, about half-past 9 o'clock, a stuck of hay (belonging to Mr. W. G. Orbell, of the Royal Hotel) standing in a paddock at the southern end of Macquaiie-street, was discovered to be on fire,…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →ON Tuesday evening week, about half-past 9 o'clock, a stack of hay (belonging to Mr. W. G. Orbell, of the Royal Hotel) standing in a paddock at the southern end of Macquarie-street, was discovered to be on fire,…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →