Henry Parkes,
An emigrant's home letters — Letter Twenty-Two
(1896)
“ Our little blue-eyed ocean child gets on very well, and is now, of course, more than nine months old, I thank God for this blessing. "He moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform," or this sweet one of ours could never have outlived the many ills which every day of its short life hath brought. I had but two or three shillings when we got to Sydney, and the first news that came on board was that the 4 lb. loaf was selling at half-a-crown! and everything proportionately dear. ”
