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PERJURY

Margaret Bradstock

The Humble Petition of Ann Rumsby

-Her Majesty's Gaol, Parramatta, 23rd August, 1822 

 

"When William Bragge made his request

for me, the earth didn't move one iota

nor Heaven look on,

the appearance of Encke's Comet

over the southern hemisphere

the only propitious sign.

I found him foul with itch; flat face, short nose

large scars from scrofulous affection

on the right of neck and jaw

and could not like him.

All the Men servants had wished to marry me.

Sentenced to seven years transportation

on the Convict Ship Mary Ann

for stealing goods and chattels (value 35/-)

from Thomas Foulsham, consigned

to the squalor of the Female Factory at Parramatta,

more miserable than any prison,

then to Dr Douglass' reformist house

awaiting service with Judge Barron Field,

I feared that in wishing me to marry Bragge

my Master would be the ruin of me.

Halfway to the Turnpike down the Sydney Road

vexed and in tears, I met with Reverend Marsden*

(him they call 'the flogging parson')

professing himself to be my friend.

But he took up my words

in a different light to what I meant

arraigning Dr Douglass for molestation,

the social life of the Colony now afire

with gossip and new-forged scandal. 

Summonsed to court,

gaoled for perjury, refusing

to falsely incriminate my Master, banished

to Port Macquarie because I spoke not that truth

as they would have it spoken,

I humbly set forth my petition."

*

Governor Brisbane granted Rumsby,

a female unprotected prisoner,

free pardon and sacked the magistrates.

Why she then married Bragge

remains a mystery. She vanishes into the obscurity

of private life, graves lying side by side

in St Ann's Churchyard, Ryde, along with

Miriam, one of their eight children, roots growing

out of the scrapped cities, the adaptable sandstone,

generating

small rebellions here and there.  

 

*It was, in fact, Dr Hall whom

Ann met on the way to the Turnpike

on that occasion, and he passed her 

words on to the Rev. Marsden.

To simplify the plot details, I have 

taken poetic licence and conflated the two incidents. 

 

Published in Brief Garden (Puncher & Wattmann, 2019).

 

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