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…

Delivered at Masonic concert, Tha… Col. Moffat in the chair. The middle branch of Thames doth… O’er pebble bed, and it doth glow And sparkle like silver in the sun…

We let Ontario farmers sing About the joys the woods do bring, But we, in regions of North-West Do think prairie farms the best, For those poor men who swing the a…

‘O for a Lodge in some vast wilde… A man cryed out in his distress, For he was tired and sick of life, And weary of this worldly strife, And longed for to be far away

Addressed to Jonathan Wingle,… All those who quality do prize Must study color, taste and size And keep their dishes clean and sw… And all things round their factori…

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,

At time of Oddfellow’s Grand Lod… Oddfellows once they had to trudge O’er rough stage roads to the Gra… But now they town of metal seek And find it on the Kettle Creek ;

An English youth to Canada came, A labourer, John Roe by name; His little wealth had made him bol… Twenty sovereigns in gold, He was industrious and wise,

We were so deeply impressed with t… in a prose tale that we transposed… A buffalo, lord of the plain, With massive neck and mighty mane, While from his herd he slowly stra…

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…

For erratic style he leads van, Wildly, wayward Walt Whitman. *Mathew Arnold saw fit to say tha… the National Poet of America, but… him; one of Longfellows grandest p…

Poetry to us is given As stars beautify the heaven, Or, as the sunbeams when they glea… Sparkling so bright upon the strea… And the poetry of motion

‘ I heard Bill say to-day, Mary, That you are a charming fairy, And that to town he’d give you dri… But, just as sure as you’re alive He does intend to have the bliss

At Forres is a large round stone, A relic of the days by gone; For here there were two witches bu… Underneath their ashes urned. A man with veneration small

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,