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Address

Sydney-Cove, Port Jackson, New South Wales, May 20th, 1793.

THOMAS WATLING

PRINCIPAL LIMNER IN NEW SOUTH WALES,

Extremely anxious to deserve better of his Country, proposes, with due Deference, under the Patronage of an impartial Public,

The Execution of a

PICTURESQUE DESCRIPTION of that COLONY

In an highly-finished Set of Drawings, done faithfully upon the Spott, from Nature, in Mezzo, Aqua-tinta, or Water Colours.

THAT the subjects attempted, shall be partial and general views of Sydney, Parramatta, and Toongabbe; romantic groves, or native groupes, and that, if possible, in the course of the work, curiosities in ornothology and botany shall be interwoven.

Though the fabricator, with deep confusion, confesses himself a prisoner, he would, nevertheless flatter himself, that a philanthropic and liberal minded nation, would not render that an insuperable barrier; nor from so melancholy a circumstance, deny him any claim to merit. He would modestly insinuate, that he rates his abilities equal to the task proposed; and flatters himself, that his performances shall be the most accurate and


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elegant that have, as yet, been received in Britain, from the new world.

Those gentlemen inclined to encourage a work attempted by an unfortunate being, that possibly may not be utterly destitute of genius, — are humbly requested to transmit their names (post paying) to Mrs. M. K——, nigh &c.

*** No emolument is expected until the paintings or drawings shall arrive in Britain, and be submitted to the subscribers for engraving; when, should they be found worthy the indulgence and protection of the really unbiassed friends of lowly distressed merit — The author, shall gratefully thank his patrons for what they may think him deserving for his labours.

Try to prevail with Mr. H——, to write a good letter, in my name, to capt. M——, at E—— P——; stating, that my present condition is chiefly owing to the low revenge of a certain military character, now high in office. I would also beg the permission of dedicating this intended work to him, which I have already privately commenced, and which I have every reason to hope will not be a despicable one. Could he prevail with alderman M'C——, to intercede for me, if not to be emancipated, at least to procure for me the indulgence of prosecuting my plan, it would probably revive my almost extinguished emulation. Here again I refer you to your better judgment.

And now being upon the close of my letter — a letter that I am much anxious for its conveyance; I would


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earnestly implore, that should it fall into the hands of strangers, they would generously forward it to the person for whom it is addressed:— and that should it arrive in Dumfries, and that tender being happily stolen from existence, that they would add to this obligation a single line of information to the writer, his most fervent prayers should be the retaliation.

O! my dear aunt, at the moment I write hastily these last lines, my poor heart undergoes the most ominous pangs — Yet alas! why should it? since only in immortality I now fix my anchor for peace and rest. The sooner we meet in that state, the sooner it is to be hoped will these painful perturbations cease, and retrospection and sorrow be wiped forever from your eyes.

Pardon me, best of parents, that this il-pensoroso gloom urges me to affect you. — What would I not give to stretch me but one half hour upon my aged grandmother's grave? or what, to throw me at your revered feet, or mingle with your dust? Pardon such ideas! Oh me! aunt, I am weak! hide this paragraph, and impute it solely to the softening hand of ever dropping sorrow.

If there be a friend of mine that can yet recollect me, I would thank him or her for a letter. No one commander of a vessel will refuse its carriage, paying the inland postage, and directing it to the care of E. L——, esq., surgeon, at Sydney, New South Wales I need not say that I bless you; and that I am sure of your blessing in return; for if possible we are both of us more than sure of either. Remember we will meet, if not in time, in eternity. Meanwhile accept this tear, and heart-felt adieu, which is all at present that is in the power of your unhappy but most affectionate nephew,

T. WATLING.
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