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Lyttelton Times, Volume 1, Issue 2, 18 January 1851, Page 8

CAPTAIN BELL, TTAVING received a most flattering let- ■*-*- ter of thanks, from the Ladies and Gentlemen who were passengers on .board'the ""Cressy," from England direct, avails himself of the medium of the press to convey fliis sincere acknowledgments of their kindness/, from J>i%'i circumstance of many having left foi/the plauvf v and thus prevented his personally thanking them. r „ Lyttelton, Jail. 17, 1851. ■ —_ : . _^»W THE WIDOW AND HER CHILDREN, AS it is generally believed that many ■£** persons have been debarred by circumstances from hearing or fully understanding the distressing facts connected with the death of the late John Williams, and the hopes which are entertained of the prospects of his deserving family, it is hereby intimated, that the Subscription which was set on "foot at the time of the calamitous event has not yet closed, and that the following gentlemen are ready to receive donations, and to give information on the subject:— The Accountant of the Canterbur? Association. The Key. Edward Puckle. Theodore Williams, Esq. POETS' CORNER. THE NIGHT-WATCH SONG OP THE "CHARLOTTE JANE." 'Tis .the first watch of the night, brothers, And the strong wind rides the deep, And the cold stars shining bright, brothers, Their mystic courses keep. "Whilst our ship her path is cleaving, The flashing waters through, Here's a health to the land we are leaving, And the land we are going to. First sadly bow the head, brothers, In silence o'er the wine, To the memory of the dead, brothers, The fathers of our line. Though their tombs may not receive vs r Far o'er the ocean blue, Their spirits ne'er shall leave us, In the land we are going to. Whilst yet sad memories move vs r . A second cup we'll drain, To the manly hearts that love us, In our old homes o'er the main. ■. Fond arms which used to caress us, Sweet smiles from eyes of blue, Lips which no more may bless us, In the land -we are going to. But away with sorrow now, brothers, Fill the wine cup to the brim, Here's to all who'll swear the vow, brothers, Of this our midnight hymn— That each man shall be a brother, Who has joined our gallant crew : That we'll stand by one another, In the land, we are going to. Fill again before we part, brothers, Fill the deepest draught of all, To the loved ones of our hearts, brothers,. Who reward and share pur toil. From husbands and from brothers, All honour be their due, The-noble maids and mothers, Of the land we are going to. .-* The wine is at an end, brothers, But e'er we close our eyes, Let a silent prayer ascend, brothers. For our gallant enterprise. Should our toil be all unblest, brothers, Should ill winds of fortune blow, May we find God's heaven of rest, brothers, . The land we are going to. \ Charlotte Jane, W Nov. 2, 1850. ''