It hath been a source of considera… teachers afterwards became Profess… large, black, lustrous eyes. He wa… name is referred to by Hugh Milla… died at Aberdeen in 1883.

My friends, we sing Canadian them… For in them we proudly glory; Her lakes, her rivers and her stre… Worthy of renown in story. And in these leaves we hope is str…

Lines composed on an excursion to… In winter time ’tis sad and dreary For to gaze on stormy Erie, But here in summer time this port It is fashionable resort,

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,

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

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…

Lines on presenting Dr. Springer… was bidding farewell to Ingersoll,… to California. Though we know we are no singer, Yet we will chaunt farewell to Sp…

Gazing on rapid’s mighty sea, Struggling fiercely to be free, But drawn downward in its course By gravitation’s wonderous force, O’er those perpendicular walls,

We fear to say, and yet we must, Dried apples once were full of dus… And you all know it is no joke. Saturate with tobacco smoke, And the hole where string did go t…

A great enchanter too is Poe, His bells do so harmonious flow ; Wondrous mystery of his raven On our minds is ere engraven ; His weird, mysterious romances

Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage ; Once happiest village of the plain… Place now you look for it in vain… There but one man he doth make ric…

And Millar, Poet of Sierras, For bold deeds he doth prepare us.

Come, listen, while we sound the l… To announce the fact, that Mclnty… Is back again to his old block, And he has got a splendid stock. He also hath a strong desire

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

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…