Addressed to Jonathan Wingle,… All those who quality do prize Must study color, taste and size And keep their dishes clean and sw… And all things round their factori…

Poor laborers, they did sad bewail… When the machine displaced the fla… Theres little work, now, with the… Since cultivators weed the rows. Labor it became more fickle

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

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

Worthy of either song or story Are the Shires found Frith of Mo… Here lies the valley of Strathspe… Famed for its music-lively, gay. Elgin cathedral’s 'prentice aisle

Providential escape of Ruby and N… Ingersoll, little Neil McKay Mc… under a covered raceway, upwards o… being either covered over with roa… A wonderous tale we now do trace,

The following impromptu was delive… It was expected that several annou… causes they were not present. We w… vacencies. Doctor Gardiner delive… the great snow drifts during the r…

We have seen the Queen of cheese, Laying quietly at your ease, Gently fanned by evening breeze— Thy fair form no flies dare seize. All gaily dressed soon you’ll go

Our muse it doth refuse to sing Of cheese made early in the spring… When cows give milk from spring fo… You cannot make a good cheddar. The quality is often vile

A Scottish - Canadian tale. By the side of moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills,

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…

A poor man’s horse it ran away, Soon man upon the roadside lay, With his leg all badly broken, Of sympathy some gave token. One said your trouble grieves my h…

Some in front rank will defiant Boldly place the Poet Bryant.

One day, while passing 'long the r… On a small book we almost trod; Its leaves were scattered o’er the… We picked them up, and when we fou… The author’s name, it did inspire

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,