1868 – This is an ode to seven-year-old Ellen.
She was sitting, alone, on a stool with her back to the fireplace. The stool canted and she fell backwards into the fire.
Few other details are known, except that a woman nearby went to Ellen’s grandfather’s place and a doctor was called. Why she was, presumably, alone at home is not known.
The doctor arrived very quickly, but young Ellen died.
She is buried in Fremantle cemetery, amidst a score of movers and shakers whose graves are marked with stories of their lives and deaths.
This is her ode.
Source: The Herald, Saturday 20 June 1868 – Page 3