Diary belonging to Archibald William Lawton Wookey, 1900-1901 - Part 4

A.W.L.W.
N.Z.M.R.
R.F.F.
S.A.
Diagram - see original 

Mr. J. Johnson
Flemington.
Canterbury.
N.Z. 

Mrs T. Overton
374 Malverson St.
Prahran.
Victoria.
Miss F. Collitt
Latrobe.
Tasmania

Miss B. Foster
C/^o Mr. A.E. Foster.
Upper Liverpool
Hobart
Tas
Miss A. Woods
Lower [[?]]
Hobart
Tas 

Miss G. Robinson.
[[Timalor?]]
Canterbury.
N.Z.
Miss D. Wookey
Latrobe.
Tas
Mr N Robinson.
C/" Miss Hitchcock
Williams & Co.
St Pauls Church
Yard. London

N I. Curtis
Hillcrest
Pennant Hills
Sydney
N.S.W.
Australia
or Southbeach Park
Castle Hill
Parramatta
Sydney.
C/o S. Mansfield
C/ Mr Mrs Mansfield
Inspector of Dairys
Dunham St
Petersham Sydney
N.S.W. Australia
(Petersham Town Hall)
H. Kin
C/o Mrs Kin
Housekeeper
Wattle Flat
Via Bathurst
N.S.W.

E. J Murdoch
Premier Mine
Kimberley 

Money put towards
Boxing. Contest
to defray expenses
MCann  =  5 - 0
Jones  =  5 - 0 X
xowity  =  5 - 0
Reid  =  5 - 0 X
Wookey  =  5 - 0
Buttler  =  5 - 0
King  =  5 - 0 X 

Tractor of Comarnders 

Mizpah
For him the Bugles blown at dawn
The guest of glory's smiles
And ruddy skies that dusts favor
Above the southward isles
For him the gallant swirl & stir
Where battles banners burn ÷
But long long lonely days foster
Who waits her lads return
(2)
Ah soldier boy across the sea
Who craves the call to roam
God make you strong God keep you free
God send you safely home
and strong & free I hope are you
within whose hearts are shrined
The true & tender hearts eyes of blue
Of her you left behind
I miss you my Darling my Darling
I am tired of the day & its care
I would have you sit down ^beside me here
I stroke your beautiful hair
Forgetting the world & its sorrow
Forgetting all things but my own,
But tonight the dull room
reminds me, I too am alone
I need you my darling ^my darling
A void in my aching heart
Cries aloud for the day that 
vanished
And songs of remorse & regret
But a star rises on the horizon
Its rays throw a light on my own
And I see the day dawning
our love shall not be alone 

Some take deep rest,
Life's flicker quenched,
just where the chance of battle
found them.
Some lie close pressed,
Were graves were trenched,
Poor mangled comrades strewn
around them,
O'er some the deadly fever crept
With someone's breath, and they 
too slept.
And some are laid,
In secret place,
No friend nor kin shall e'er
discover.
Yon hapless maid,
Shall never trace,
The spot where lies her own
true lover!
O'er some their brothers of the
tent
Have raised a last rude
monument.