A TRUE TALE. ‘Can such things be and overcome u… without our special wonder, ’-SH… In a grocery store in Ingersoll o… snake wriggling in a glass jar. We…

At the announcement that Britain… the Hungarian Patriot and orator,… England, that the British Lion wa… When the British Lion offered aid… Round many lips a sneer of serious…

O’er various counties of the north… When cruel order did go forth For to destroy many a home So that the wild deer free might r… The men of Sutherland and Ross

Burns sang of joys of Hallowe’en, But in Canada is oft seen By far more jolly times than these… At logging raising, paring bees, For here the youth is not afraid

A lad, brought up in Highland val… Who did believe each fairy tale Which his granney oft to him told, And of witches and of warlocks bol… And he himself would often pore

Our ancient customs to renew, We meet to honour St. Andrew, He was of the Jewish nation; A fisherman by occupation. No warlike knight with lance and s…

Of Ingersoll we’re justly proud, Though o’er it hath hung a cloud; It was heavy, dark, profound, Weighing o’er ten thousand pound. But now the clouds do disappear,

Written during the last excitement… Rejoice, rejoice, we all do stand, United in one mighty band ; No traitors in our land we find, All one in heart all one in mind,

We look in vain for our past grand… Now scattered over many lands ; For some o’er the wide world doth… And some have joined Grand Lodge… But ever since Father Adam’s fall

We love cold water as it flows fro… Which nature hath brewed alone in… In the wild woods and in the rocky… Where man hath not been but the de… And away across the sea in far dis…

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

My dear friend Gunn, May you prize won, But to us hark When you shoot mark, High you must aim

There came to Oxford Robert Gour… In his old ago his health was poor… He was a relic of the past, In his dotage sinking fast, Yet he was erect and tall,

At Forres is a large round stone, A relic of the days by gone; For here there were two witches bu… Underneath their ashes urned. A man with veneration small

When Father Ranney left the Stat… In Canada to try the fates, He settled down in Dereham, Then no dairyman lived near him; He was the first there to squeeze