I shall certainly be buying the November 2017 issue of Dorset Life, if only for the three-page article by John Wright (read today in the County Library, but apparently not available in W.H.Smith or other retailers for a couple more days).
Many years ago, when living in Australia, I became very interested in the grave-stones of two Wessex convicts in Port Arthur's Island of the Dead, Tasmania (Van Diemen's Land), Edward Spicer, from Poole, Dorset, who died, aged 47, on 19 January 1854, and Australia's first novelist, the convicted Somerset forger Henry Savery.
Edward Spicer
Affliction sore
Long time I bore
Physicians were in vain
Till God did please
That Death should ease
Me from my pain.
The first two stones we're shown
When we've been transported
To the Island
of the Dead -
They stand alone on the lower ground -
Commemorate two convicts
Who had creative flair.
From Poole in Dorset ,
Edward Spicer,
Who penned his moving epitaph,
Soon to disappear,
By erosion of the sandstone face;
Henry Savery,
A Somerset
man,
Inveterate forger -
Remembered by a modern stone,
A forgery itself,
As befits the maker
Of Australia 's first novel;
He cut his own throat,
And died of a "stroke".
They are part of a long tradition,
Death in custody, dishonourable graves;
From Rottnest
Island
To Tasman
Peninsula
The story's much the same.
The stones of soldiers, officers, guards
(Those on higher ground, along with wives and
children),
Face North, not East:
Face not the rising sun, but Home.
The convicts' headstones do not mark their graves.
The convicts' headstones do not mark their graves.
But somewhere hereabouts, a few paces more or
less,
Two sons of Somerset
and Dorset share
A common plot
Of broadly
Of broadly
British
Earth.
Related:
William Barnes' poem on free (economic) migration from Dorset to Van Diemen's Land
Earth.
Related:
William Barnes' poem on free (economic) migration from Dorset to Van Diemen's Land
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