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The Southern Cross – 31st December 1863 page 10
The Southern Cross, 10 December 1863
Entered inwards Port of Auckland
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Bombay,
937 tons, Capt. G. Sellars, from London. Sailed from Gravends on the
26th August, and took her final departure from Falmouth Roads on the 30th
August. Bought the long expected uniform for
the Auckland Volunteers, and also a portion of the plant for the Auckland
Gas Works. She brings a full cargo of merchandise and nearly 180 passengers.
A good passage of 98 days from her final start. The only death that occurred
during the passage was a child belonging to Mrs Fielding. There were five
births. [My count total 168]
[Auckland Cities Libraries count 176, includes Millburn (6) and Fisher (1)]
Passengers: Cabin – [12] Dauvers Mr Foakes Mr Gifford Mr Graham Mr, Mrs and child Matthews Dr Robinson Mr Russell Mr and Mrs and child Wood Mr Second and Steerage – [156] Ades William Allaway John, Elizabeth, Sarah Ann and Elizabeth Althorpe Enock and Mrs Armstrong Ann L Ashley Thomas, Elizabeth, Alfred and Robert Avery Alfred Beetson Elija Bell Alexander Bishop Wm Black Andrew Booth William and Margaret Brewin Robert Bridger Elizabeth, Eliza Ann, James F and Fanny R Bridger Laura and Arthur Brown Lindsey Browning F S Bryson William Buggins G F Campbell Alfred Chisholm Colin and Mrs Clarke F Wm Clarke Wm Collman Margaret Comins Richard B Coombes Edward Cowley John Cullington John Dick Margaret, Isabella and James Ducksne William, Fanny, Emily and William Dummer Wm Ethope Charlotte Falconer William Fielding John, Mary and John Fishes Ellen, Martha Hannah and Ellen Fleming Andrew and Eliza Ann Flynn James Frisk Henry Gibbs George F Gulliver Samuel Hall Thomas Hall Thomas and John Harding John Hartley John D, Harriet, Matilda, Horatio, Harriet, George, Richard and Zeatland Hood Alexander, Catherine, Allison and William Hood Jane, George, Alexander and Mary Horsley William A Hugh John Laring Elimington B Lightfoot Mary Lyons Jacob McCalister Edward McCanna Mary McCarthy Joanna McIntyre Wm Matthews Augustus Mears Jane Metson Samuel Miller Susan Mitchell Charles Mogren Arthur Montgomery Wm Mooney John Moore George, Martha, Thomas, John, Angelina and Martha Morton James Mutchinson James and Emily Napper John, Mary, Elizabeth and William Newton Philip, Emily, Walter W, Ruth E and Arthur O’Donnell Catherine Oliver Marwood Parker William Parkhill John Parkinson J H and Emma G Patton Patrick Pearce Charles Pennington John Ramsay Charles A Russell John Saunders John F Slayht Arthur A Smith James, Jane, John and Jane Smith John Smith Mrs Southall Alfred Sullivan Catherine Taylor George Todd Isabella Utting Ann, Edith, Jane, Anne, Emily, Frederick and Charles Vassalls Paul Vincent Edward F and Mrs Ways Mary Ann and James White Mary Whyman Louisa and Philip Worrington Nathaniel
Trades and Occupations –
13 farmers, 3 gardeners, 1 plasterer, 2 painters, 2 shoemakers, 4 joiners, 3
blacksmiths, 10 servants, 4 labourers, 1 agent, 4 drapers, 1 agriculturist,
1 bricklayer, 1 shopwoman, 1 teacher, 1 engraver, 2 clerks, 6 carpenters, 2
bakers, 1 smith, 2 hatters, 1 hatmaker, 1 sugar-burner, 2 seaman, 2
merchants, 1 bookseller, 1 seedsman, 1 miller, 1 bootmaker – “Daily Southern
Cross” Dec 8.
The Southern Cross, 19th Dec. 1863. A beautiful bust of the Princess Alexandra of Wales, by the well-know artist, Mrs Thornycroft, came out from England in the ship 'Bombay,' and was landed without any mishap.
The Southern Cross Tuesday 28th
January 1864
Entered Outwards
Jan. 25 - Bombay, 937 tons, Sellars, for Guam.
Daily Southern Cross, 19 August 1843, Page 4
THE EMIGRANT SHIP.
Many a light burns late and bright,
On Briton's island fair ;
And many a sire, with holy fire
Is breathing a pious pray'r !—
The mother wild, or her darling child,
Bends with heart-broken sorrow :
O, the Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship !
Saileth on the morrow !
Three towering masts on yonder ware
Are standing, tall and strong ;
'Round yonder hull the swift sea-gull
Screeches his parting song ;
And many a cry, and woman's sigh,
Are borne to the crowded strand ;—
The Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship !
Hath left her native land!
She hath carried many a soul away—
She hath crushed many a vow !
And many a heart, that bled to part,
Is riven asunder now !—
The blustering breeze, o'er the trackless seas,
Beareth her dark form on ;—
The Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship !
The Emigrant Ship is gone!
Afar on the distant horizon
Her lofty streamers soar;
But now the whole, like a shivering scroll,
Sinks — and is seen no more !—
Proudly she braves the emerald waves,
And o'er their surface sweeps : —
The Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship !
Is far on the boundless deeps!
Loll loud do the dreadful tempests roll ;
As loud are the sounds of grief!
Each trembling mast, midst the ocean blast,
Shakes like an Autumn, leaf !
There are stout hearts here, wax cold with fear
And many a paly form, —
But the Emigrant Ship ! the Emigrant Ship !
Lives through the fearful storm! —
Now bursts the sun o'er the troubled waves,
And quells their foaming strife ;
And her kindred hearts, as their fear departs,
Are leaping again to life ! —
She hath gained the strand, of the promised land,
And her dangers are all past!
The Emigrant Ship! the Emigrant Ship!
Hath reached her home at last !
Centaur.
Auckland, August 15, 1843.
NZ Truth 11 April 1925, Page 2
AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING.
The pioneer women of New Zealand were a bit more robust than the city
dwellers of to-day. Now the lady with the synthetic complexion takes a
tram-car or bus for a couple of blocks, but in the old days they used to
think nothing of a "bit of a walk." At the recent reunion of the survivors
of the "Bombay," at the settlement named after that good old ship, it was
stated that sometimes the women of the place would walk the whole 29 miles
to Auckland to save the coach fare, which used to be thirty shillings. A
Mrs. Martin related how she and another woman, sleeping in a whare during
the absence of their husbands in Onehunga, were alarmed by threatening
Maoris, and tramped it to the town. "What brought you?" asked hubby. "Shanks's
pony," returned the women. Another lady, Mrs. Whitworth, the oldest survivor
of the "Bombay's" complement, was at the re-union, also, and it was related
that she once walked all the way to Auckland, carrying her baby. Is this
generation decadent or merely lazy?