Lines read at a banquet at the We… where the brotherhood of Odd-Fell… Lodge, were entertained. St. Catharines [sic], famed for m… And for the beauty of her daughter…

The ancient poets ne’er did dream That Canada was land of cream, They ne’er imagined it could flow In this cold land of ice and snow, Where everything did solid freeze,

Once, while digging ‘neath the sno… ’Mid Canadian winter, lo! To our joy and surprise, We saw some violets in full bloom, Gazing at us with loving eyes,

Delivered at Masonic concert, Tha… Col. Moffat in the chair. The middle branch of Thames doth… O’er pebble bed, and it doth glow And sparkle like silver in the sun…

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

Will you please to let me go, Ma, To McIntyre’s, to buy a Sofa.

Our Canadian County Perth Commemorates great bard of earth ; Stratford and Avon both are here, And they enshrine the name Shakes… For here in Stratford every ward

England hath given us the names To adorn Canadian Thames, And charms to them she hath lent, In Oxford, Middlesex and Kent. She Essex kisseth in her mouth,

Delivered at opening of Odd-Fello… Dereham now hath wealthy yoemen Whose fathers overcame the foemen… The enemy they boldly slew Was mighty forests they did hew,

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

The following is a clipping from a… on St. Andrew’s Anniversary, 30th… The Anniversary of Scotia’s tetul… by a dinner at Mr. Douglass’ Hote… only Scotia’s sons, but many who c…

If you are sulky, Nova Scotia, We’ll gladly let you float away From out our Confederation; You sicken us with sily agitation. If any more our patience you do ta…

To night the children meet with gl… To view the fruits on Christmas T… And when its beauties we behold We’re very sorry we are old. The children all they have good ca…

An English youth to Canada came, A labourer, John Roe by name; His little wealth had made him bol… Twenty sovereigns in gold, He was industrious and wise,

Of Beachville, village of the pla… We now will sing a short refrain, For here the Thames doth pleasant… And charms to landscape doth besto… Though river here it is not deep,