A Scottish - Canadian tale. By the side of moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills,

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,

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…

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,

The following response to ‘ Canad… at a banquet of the Caledonian So… In responding to the sentiment, ‘… perhaps it would be appropriate to… and distinguishing characteristics…

Delivered at an Odd-Fellows’ Con… Some have formed strange conceptio… They believe that enshrouded ‘mong… surroundings of our dark recesses… ’Gorgans and Hydras, and Chimeras…

Lines written when the Prince of… was about embarking for Canada, M… In his long voyage o’er the sea, To where doth grow the maple tree, May he be blest with pleasant gale…

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.

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 ;

With pleasure we would love to dwe… On the charming themes of Lowell.

You may look but look in vain For stores with such immense pane… All other shops they do surpass With their enormous lights of glas… One night by chance through them w…

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 ...

The Thames, and tributary rills Here they do drive numerous mills, Enabling millers, to compete, To pay high price for oats and whe… Here streams do drive many a wheel

Lines on Rannie, the cheese pione… Rannie began with just two cows, Which he in winter fed on brouse And now he hath got mighty herds, Numerous as flock of birds ;

A lad, brought up in Highland val… Who did believe each fairy tale Which his granney oft to him told, And of witches and of warlocks bol… And he himself would often pore