Gardner told a sad tale of woe, How he was oft o’erwhelmed in snow But was he frightened? no! no!! no… He onward cheerfully did go, And though that he did freeze his…

In replying to this toast, we have… in the first rank. His mind was so… plowing a daisy under, as evinced… ‘ Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow… Thou’st met me in an evil hour,

The farmers now should all adorn A few fields with sweet southern c… It is luscious, thick and tall, The beauty of the fields in fall. For it doth make best ensilage,

Poets they do pursue each theme Under a gentle head of steam, Save one, who needed fierce fire o… The brilliant, passionate Byron. His Child Harold’s Pilgrimage

Sept. 1883, whereby the whole of t… were united into one body. A pleasing sight to-day we see, Four churches joined in harmony ; There difference was but trivial,

To dinner table all do march Through evergreen triumphal arch ; On top the Union Jack it floats On each side sheaves of wheat and… Great pumpkins and big ears of cor…

While the Thames meanders gently… fields of Ingersoll, a pleasing pi… ferent, alas, is the feeling in Lo… river is an object of dread and te… the eye or nostrils. As we have be…

Lines on Caledonian games, May, 1… On grassy amphitheater Spectators sit, to view the war ‘Mong bold contestants on the plai… Where each doth strive the prize t…

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…

Lines on Rannie, the cheese pione… Rannie began with just two cows, Which he in winter fed on brouse And now he hath got mighty herds, Numerous as flock of birds ;

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…

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…

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

Lines on the North of Scotland, d… quarter of a century ago: Scotsmen have wandered far and wid… From Moray Frith to Frith of Cly… McDonald, from his sea girt isle,

When this country it was woody, Its great champion, Mrs. Moody, She showed she had both pluck and… In her work, roughing in the bush. For there all alone she will dwell…