A Sydney-Side Saxon
'Never mind about anything else, Jesse,' she used to say to me, 'as long as we have meat and drink, and clothes to our back. You be a good boy and learn to read and write, and do sums. They're the keys of power and riches, and men's favours, I can see, if they're used right. I don't want you to be a working drudge all your life, to be shut up and made a prisoner of when you're no more use, like poor father, and you don't want it, Jesse, do ye, my boy?'
'No, Jane! I'd like to be something better,' I used to say, 'but how am I to do it?'
'You go on with your book, and learn your geography and history,' she said, holding my hand and looking up to the stars--it was always at night we used to have these talks. 'God will show us a way. But we must help ourselves and go away from this place.'
'Go away from England? Oh! Jane, how can you thi