Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage ; Once happiest village of the plain… Place now you look for it in vain… There but one man he doth make ric…

We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelley… Kind hearted man, but ill-fated, So youthful drowned and cremated.

About a quarter of a century ago,… busy, thriving place, several frie… the port to attend a concert, we a… It was in the winter, and there ha… ice, in which the Port Burwell ho…

In summer time it doth seem good To seek the shade of the green woo… For it doth banish all our care When we gaze on scene so fair. And birds do here in branches sing

‘O for a Lodge in some vast wilde… A man cryed out in his distress, For he was tired and sick of life, And weary of this worldly strife, And longed for to be far away

Formerly of Ingersoll, now of the… When Wonham got orders To advance to the borders, His boys they were ready And fell in quite steady.

The Thurso baker, Robert Dick, Armed with his hammer and his pick… Dame nature’s secrets did reveal, Which she for ages did conceal. In Banff has genius found regard

Sonnet on an incident which occurr… Pleasant memories it awakes, When musing on our northern lakes… For there I saw a charming Reed, A friend to me in hour of need.

On a young girl showing me a scar… In its own place ’tis very good Always to have plenty of wood ; But, striking fair maid, that is r… And puts me in an angry mood.

The Credit Valley Railway compan… of the Ingersoll corporation, the… them to Toronto, a short time afte… Whene’er we take a tour abroad, We love to travel o’er new road,

From the long, continuous rains, O’erflowing were the swamps and dr… For each day had its heavy shower, Torrents fell for many an hour. At London, where two branches joi…

British infants who were nobly bor… Were from their bleeding mother’s… And with the bayonet dashed upon t… There left to lie for native dogs… But the British Lion he soon o’er…

His mother from celestial bower, In the self same day and hour Of her death, or Heavenly birth, Gazed again upon the earth– And saw her gentle, loving boy,

Like fruit that’s large and ripe a… Sweet and luscious is Longfellow, Melodious songs he oft did pour, And high was his Excelsior. He shows us in his psalm of life

With pleasure we would love to dwe… On the charming themes of Lowell.