AustLit

One of the late floods. A friend writes : - 'After the river had fallen to the level of its banks we read the morning service, and offered up "The Prayer for Fine Weather". The mother of the late - was present, and her strange silence nearly set us all crying...Once she turned a wild face round and muttered - "O, my God, how can I pray with those drowning eyes upon me wherever I look!" ' - accompanying note in the Sydney Morning Herald.