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,

You may look but look in vain For stores with such immense pane… All other shops they do surpass With their enormous lights of glas… One night by chance through them w…

Lines on our departed Canadian St… Joseph Howe, none higher stood th… Thou wert a man with lofty brow ; D’Arcey McGee, so brillant and f… From Green Isle you came, 'oer th…

We have here a sight as fair As bonnie Doon or banks of Ayr. Like modest worth, meandering slow… The quiet waters gently flow. Rose, Thistle, Shamrock, all comb…

Formerly of Ingersoll, now of the… When Wonham got orders To advance to the borders, His boys they were ready And fell in quite steady.

We have the Murray and McKay From the country of Lord Rae ; * McKenzie too from many a loch, From Dingwall, Fain, and old Dor… *Lord Rae, chief of the clan McK…

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,

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…

Read at the opening of the New Pa… Some do boast of their pedigrees, But Salfords parent of the cheese… Rennie, industrious and wise, Here started this great enterprise…

Where the young lady waiters we… Throughout the world they do extol The fame of our town Ingersoll, The capital of dairyland, To-night it seems like fairy land,

Lines on the struggles of the earl… Canada hath wealthy yeoman Whose fathers overcame the foeman… The enemy they boldly slew Was mighty forest they did hew,

DeArcy. McGee, All compliment thee, The hope of the land, On your lecture so grand. Though that is your fort,

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…

There came to Oxford Robert Gour… In his old ago his health was poor… He was a relic of the past, In his dotage sinking fast, Yet he was erect and tall,

Of Ingersoll we’re justly proud, Though o’er it hath hung a cloud; It was heavy, dark, profound, Weighing o’er ten thousand pound. But now the clouds do disappear,