File:Newfoundland Quarterly 1909-11 (1909) (14578660007).jpg

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Title: Newfoundland Quarterly 1909-11
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Evans, John J.
Subjects: Newfoundland and Labrador Studies and Periodicals
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Contributing Library: Memorial - University of Newfoundland

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The general community towards His Excellency.
Whilst all the Governors numerous friends in Newfoundland
will regret his departure, as one who had the best interests of
the Colony always at heart, we must at the same time congra
tulate him on his high promotion. Queensland is one of our
richest and most important Colonial possessions.
D. W. P.

Of a Friend.
By Fred. B. Wood.

I HAVE a friend who is a friend indeed !
In times of stress he stands close by mv side.
Come weal come woe, I can in him confide ;
Not once he failed me in my hour of need !
When I unto myself a traitor was,
By faithfUl words he proved his worth to me ;
When others gave unearned, dear-bought applause,
His strong reproof, proved his sincerity ;
When courage flagged, he spoke brave words of cheer ;
When strength succumbed, his helping hand was near ;
And when I reeled neath sorrow's heavy blow,
What tender sympathy he did bestow !
E'en though his honest words may sometime wound,
Most blest am I who such a friend hath found.

Johns, Nfld., June, I9O9.

NEWFOUNDLAND QUARTERLY.—7.

Photo by J. C. Parsons
A. C. Goodridge, A.D C, Fleet Paymaster W. H. Campion, R.N., W. R. Warren, A. DC.
Acting Private Secretary.

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Photo by J. C. Parsons. A. C. Goodridge, A.D C, HIS EXCELLENCY THE GOVERNORS STAFF. Fleet Paymaster W. H. Campion, R.N.,Acting Private Secretary. W. R. Warren, A.DC. In the Bay of Notre Dame* By Robert Gear MacDonald. THE islands glow with sunset far upon the mighty Bay, While ocean circles round them purple, deep,And gleaming gulls fly outward, wheeling in their evening play. And fresher winds of day are hushed asleep.In the cove our boat awaits us, let us take the path where ferns Spring green on either side down to the shoie,And leap on board and thrust her off while still the welkin burns, And dipping white winged sea-gulls scream and soar. Yea, here we may be free from all that saddens and that soils, Where sunset pours such glory oer the sea,And boats creep shoreward slowly, laden deep with oceans spoils, Though hardy fishers pull with strong wrists free.Within the town light woodsmoke thinly up with fragrance curls, Where wives make ready evenings simple fare ;And on the wharves

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