The following sonnet on Brodie Ca… by my venerable Uncle, Thomas Mc… of John B. McIntyre, Ex-Grand M… —fellows, and now, and for many ye… St. Catherines. It was written by…

A TRUE TALE. ‘Can such things be and overcome u… without our special wonder, ’-SH… In a grocery store in Ingersoll o… snake wriggling in a glass jar. We…

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,

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,

Addressed to Jonathan Wingle, Es… In summer time we roam o’er dingle… But winter draws us round the ingl… Why do you remain thus single, When love would make two hearts ti…

The mind thats sad it doth relax The humor of the witty Saxe. He puts us in a cheerful mood, Mirthful as our own Tom Hood.

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…

Like mightiest organ in full tone Melodious grand is great Milton. He did in lofty measures tell How Satan, great archangel, fell, When from heaven downward hurled,

We occasionally get a few gleams o… of life.A number of years ago a pe… sketches of the various towns in C… various streams and the number of… as we had written rhymes on the ri…

In summer time it doth seem good To seek the shade of the green woo… For it doth banish all our care When we gaze on scene so fair. And birds do here in branches sing

Lines written when the Prince of… was about embarking for Canada, M… In his long voyage o’er the sea, To where doth grow the maple tree, May he be blest with pleasant gale…

Like fruit that’s large and ripe a… Sweet and luscious is Longfellow, Melodious songs he oft did pour, And high was his Excelsior. He shows us in his psalm of life

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…

British infants who were nobly bor… Were from their bleeding mother’s… And with the bayonet dashed upon t… There left to lie for native dogs… But the British Lion he soon o’er…

Well tell a tale, it shall be brie… It is of rise of Maple Leaf, From noble Olive Branch it sprung… And its good deeds shall yet be su… This Encampment, though in its yo…