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On two days, it steads not to run from thy grave, The appointed, and the unappointed day; On the first neither balm nor physician can save, Nor thee, on the second, the Universe slay.
THOMAS ROSEN'S farm lay further out from the township of Rose Hill, or Parramatta as it was beginning to be called, and the soft rounded hills covered with dense bush cut it off from the harbour. It was not even on the river itself but on a little reedy back-water that in summer was dry mud holes and in winter was long sullen reaches where the wild duck and the pelican and even the great grey cranes abounded.