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Title: Beale, Joseph Sr & Joseph Jr to Beale, Margaret, 1853
CollectionThe Earth between them: Joseph Beale's letters home to Ireland from Victoria (1852-1853) [E.Beale]
SenderBeale, Joseph Sr & Joseph Jr
Sender Gendermale
Sender Occupationclerk
Sender Religionunknown
OriginMelbourne, Victoria, Australia
DestinationMountmellick, Co. Laois, Ireland
RecipientBeale, Margaret
Recipient Genderfemale
Relationshiphusband-wife / son-mother
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Partial Date
Doc. Type
Word Count1318
Genrecorrespondence, news, extract from a letter by Captn. Moreton, business dealings with the ship, debts / the diggins
TranscriptMelbourne 8 mo: 18, 1853.

Today my best Beloved, one of our young men posted my
letter for me. I also sent thee an "Argus" [newspaper] which
was prepared purposely for the "Argo" via Southampton. While
on ray return home this evening in company with one of our
assistants in the office a very intelligent person from B[ritis]h
N. America, I was called by name from a timber yard and
handed a letter from "my mate" Captn Morton, addressed to
the young man, who handed me it; I shall give thee a long extract,
as I believe it will interest thee. On ray arrival at Win
Robinson's I found a letter awaiting me from Geo: Black (which
I enclose). I am anxious to meet Dr. Cutts and read him that
part of thy letter alluding to G.B. and shew him G's letter to
me, but if I do I shall not have this letter posted in time for
the "Argo."—but in my next I purpose telling thee what he [Dr.
Cutts] says—he has been a very kind friend to George or he
would not have lent him 100 guineas—£10 only of wh. has
been repaid. I enjoy an hours conversation with Dr. Cutts, he
is an exceedingly well educated person with first rate inform'n
on almost every subject.
While I write in one room I hear Harry Fisher as is his wont,
singing, whistling, talking all sorts of nonsense, disgustingly ridiculous— what is to become of him I know not. Dr. Fox, a steatly fr'd, said to me a few nights since "Jost. Beale, dost them
know what I think would be the best thing could happen [to]
Fisher?" No, Dr. Fox, what is that? "chat the sooner his money
is spent the better, for then he will find he must work, he will
learn the value of money ant! he may do well." To the present
time he has earned nothing, nor does he seek for employ't—
enough of him. Now for an extract from Captn. Morton's letter
to his fr'd Robt. Knight.

"Ship Inn, St. John St.
Launceston Aug't 13, 1853.
"Dear Robert
This is the most quiet, delightful little place imaginable, the
streets and shops all so clean and regular. We had a pretty
good passage etc etc both the Captn and his wife, Mrs. Curtis
were very kind to the passengers and more particularly to me,
being an old "webfoot". The arrival of so large a vessel quite
put the village in a ferment and by the time we had arrived
at the wharf I really believe all the inhabitants were assembled
there. I must now give you a short descript'n o£ the town, the
wharf called the Queens is ab't £ of a mile long regularly laid
and kept in first rate repair. This is the principal, but there
are others and a new steam boat wharf in the course ot erection
by the Gov't. There is a rise and fall of tide of about 12
feet etc, etc. There are a good many vessels built along the
banks of the "Tamar", which is a beautiful winding stream,
emptying itself into the straits 40 miles below Launceston. The
mountains and banks on either side are thickly wooded, with
here and there a bold lugged rock; and in other places some
beautiful green spots richly cultivated to vary the scene, and
what adds more than anything to the appearance are some
little Emerald Isles, of ab't an acre or so, cover'd with vegetable
gardens. It was enough to make our teeth water to see such
luxuries growing in such abundance rinse to us apparently and
not able to reach them; we reached town about 3 o'clk in the
afternoon, and as the sun was shining warm all day, we had
the pleasure of seeing all that was to be seen on the river, under
the most auspicious circumstances—On landing the mate (who
is well acquainted here) recommended us to a widow lady, Mrs.
Brand, Ship Inn, where we were not long in shipping ourselves
into the most comfortable quarters I have enjoyed since leaving
home, elegant rooms (all the Houses here have first rate rooms) the tea table spread, the mistress at one end with the tea equipage
before her, her eldest son acting as master, with a told ham
ready £or service while at one side was a fine dish of fish, cold
boiled and served up in Jelly—while 10 crown all we had a
large dish of chopped lettuce, egg sauce and most temptingly
decorated round with radishes and young leeks. ["These luxuries
I have not seen here," interpolates Joseph, referring to the
ham, lettuce, radishes and young leeks.] Never speak more of
Melbourne to me. After tea enjoy'd our smoke and a tumbler
of punch and retired. But oh! the luxury, just only think, each
of us a room to ourselves! a perfect Lady's boudoir! carpetted,
feather beds and curtains!! Well the whole thing was so novel,
that I roll'd ab't ever so long before I closed my eyes in sleep."
(it would be very novel indeed to me—J.B.)
"The next day being Sunday we had a quiet walk round the
town and were greatly pleased with the regularity of the streets
and their neat cleanly appearance, all as smooth as a grass lawn,
"I have commenced operations on our new ship, and hope
by this day week to have made some show. I have written to
Mr. Beale, and will continue to correspond with you if you
will keep it up." [Joseph's letter continues:]
Dont thou think the writer of the above can write an interesting
letter? I felt it kind of the young man to whom it is
addressed to hand it to me—but there is a great deal of good
feeling and kind friendship one to another here—one instance
I give thee. I owed a man £15 for the bal[anc]e of a cart. I
did not call to pay him for ab't 3 weeks, and when I did I
found him ill in bed. I gave him his money and sd I believe
that is all that is between [us] and leit the house, when I heard
him call from his bed "come back Mr B" so I recd. "You sd
that was all that is between us"—Well, I sd I don't recollect
more. "There is," and after a pause "there is friendship and
good feeling between us, and if £50 loan be useful to you at
any time, you know where it is to be had"—I could give thee
other similar instances of disinterested friendship—but I don't
owe a farthing in the Colony, unless it may be some trifle to
Wm Robinson for our lodging which he can have on asking
I dont know that I can say more, I have written all that I
think can interest thee. On 1st day, I intend calling on Debby Thompson and "Mrs. Willan" and shall write thee again by
next ship.
I have my two sons sitting by me for the past hour, no one
else present—they read whilst I write.
Thy ever fond and aff'e Husband
Joseph Beale.
August 18th 1853.

My verry dear Mother,
I am wishing for the next letter to know where you have
moved to. There was a new diggins discovered within the last
month. They are said to be very rich, The escort was stopped
and the gold taken from them to the amount of 10,000 ounces
near the Bush Inn. They Got behind some fallen timber and
fired on the troopers when passing and killed one and wooded
another—[Joseph senior takes over:] Josh stopped writing, he
reckons he cannot write with the ink, and gave it up in despair.
I can write with it—but 1 have already finished.