On Ganges banks roams the tiger, And lion rules by the Niger, Hunder heard shrill cry of peacock… In Indian jungles go in flocks. And he saw tiger crouch and spring…

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,

Lines written on the arrival of G… The tidings now all hearts do plea… That she has landed safe-Louise, Victoria’s beloved daughter Who boldly has crossed the water.

As musings on Banks of Canadian… meditations in verse, but the mono… soliloquy in prose, and as Campbel… we will give the following anecdot… Irvine, to Sir Walter Scott. Irv…

Babies carried off and changed by… last winter of 1884, in Burghed, i… around great fires, incantations w… away the evil spirits. The custom… the time of the Druids.

An old man, who had charge of fiel… With pride he saw two birds did bu… A broad, capacious, warm nest ; Soon full of young with speckled b… And when the old man there did pas…

After chatting with each friend, We our way to the table wend ; On it we all do make a raid, And this we call a Ladies’ Aid. ’Tis pleasant way of taking tea,

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…

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

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…

Poets they do pursue each theme Under a gentle head of steam, Save one, who needed fierce fire o… The brilliant, passionate Byron. His Child Harold’s Pilgrimage

We love cold water as it flows fro… Which nature hath brewed alone in… In the wild woods and in the rocky… Where man hath not been but the de… And away across the sea in far dis…

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…

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,

From the long, continuous rains, O’erflowing were the swamps and dr… For each day had its heavy shower, Torrents fell for many an hour. At London, where two branches joi…