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…

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…

The ancient poets ne’er did dream That Canada was land of cream, They ne’er imagined it could flow In this cold land of ice and snow, Where everything did solid freeze,

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,

On the laying of the corner stone… Queenston Heights, and the final… who had fallen at the battle of Qu… The remains of his Aid, Col. McD… ited under the new tower.

Galt was manager of the Canada Co… Scottish Novelist, Dunlop was onc… journalist, but finally settled ne… Galt and Doctor Dunlop, witty, Located and did plan city

The following ode was delivered by… of Burns, Ingersoll, in presence… This night shall never be forgot, For humble life none now despise, Since Barns was born in lowly cot…

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,

It is folly now to aim Or to seek for distant fame, But rest content if we can claim Something of a local name Oh the pleasant banks of Thame,

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…

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.

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

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

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,

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