At the announcement that Britain… the Hungarian Patriot and orator,… England, that the British Lion wa… When the British Lion offered aid… Round many lips a sneer of serious…

When Father Ranney left the Stat… In Canada to try the fates, He settled down in Dereham, Then no dairyman lived near him. He was the first there to squeeze

Lines written at the request of a… We looked over the book, it was in… of the questions was ‘who is your… to find a number of different pers… We believe that the most of them w…

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,

Mr. Hope Macniven, of Ingersoll,… younger days, during the first qua… century, of seeing and hearing man… men in Britain. He heard Doctor… he saw on the stage those eminent…

The following impromptu was delive… It was expected that several annou… causes they were not present. We w… vacencies. Doctor Gardiner delive… the great snow drifts during the r…

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

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,

Lines on the struggles of the earl… Canada hath wealthy yeoman Whose fathers overcame the foeman… The enemy they boldly slew Was mighty forest they did hew,

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…

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,

In presenting this delicate, dainty morsel to the imagination of the people, I believed that it could be realized. I viewed the machine that turned and raised the mamoth cheese, and ...

Of Kentucky’s great hunter bold, Old Daniel Boon, oft tales are to… Of wild beasts he had no fear, But dangers loved, that pioneer. Canada hath hunters many,

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…

The farmers now should all adorn A few fields with sweet southern c… It is luscious, thick and tall, The beauty of the fields in fall. For it doth make best ensilage,