The following is a clipping from a… on St. Andrew’s Anniversary, 30th… The Anniversary of Scotia’s tetul… by a dinner at Mr. Douglass’ Hote… only Scotia’s sons, but many who c…

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,

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,

Poor laborers, they did sad bewail… When the machine displaced the fla… Theres little work, now, with the… Since cultivators weed the rows. Labor it became more fickle

Our muse it doth refuse to sing Of cheese made early in the spring… When cows give milk from spring fo… You cannot make a good cheddar. The quality is often vile

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…

Domestic cattle quiet will graze w… and in spots now covered o’er with… where white men never trod, cities… sites with busy trade, and million… lands to take possession of the gr…

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…

Lines on presenting Dr. Springer… was bidding farewell to Ingersoll,… to California. Though we know we are no singer, Yet we will chaunt farewell to Sp…

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…

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,

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

During the summer of 1883 we were… potatoes in North Oxford, where w… pair of bipeds drilling their offs… down the other, so as to annihilat… vast armies, dressed in yellow gar…

England hath given us the names To adorn Canadian Thames, And charms to them she hath lent, In Oxford, Middlesex and Kent. She Essex kisseth in her mouth,