The following lines were written a… who said she would recite them at… entertainment. She wished it writt… will talk. I presume the ideas in… altogether original, or they are v…

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…

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…

The following response to ‘ Canad… at a banquet of the Caledonian So… In responding to the sentiment, ‘… perhaps it would be appropriate to… and distinguishing characteristics…

I laid me down one day in June; It was late—long after noon— A very sultry summer’s eve, Such times the senses oft deceive. The place was ‘neath a maple tree,

As musings on Banks of Canadian… meditations in verse, but the mono… soliloquy in prose, and as Campbel… we will give the following anecdot… Irvine, to Sir Walter Scott. Irv…

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 ;

Lines on a civic holiday trip on t… to Toronto, August, 1882. Address… conductor of Caledonian games at… From Ingersoll, on Canadian Tham… We come to greet mine host of the…

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.

After chatting with each friend, We our way to the table wend ; On it we all do make a raid, And this we call a Ladies’ Aid. ’Tis pleasant way of taking tea,

A plain building was removed to a… few weeks it was transformed into… building in town. As westward we of late did rove We beheld in the maple grove

Cows suffered in the days of old For want of water and from cold, Now of good water they have fill For it is pumped by the windmill. No matter how well cows were fed

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

It almost now seems all in vain For to expect high price for grain… Wheat is grown on Egyptian soil On the banks of mighty Nile. And where the Ganges it doth flow…

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,