In summer time it doth seem good To seek the shade of the green woo… For it doth banish all our care When we gaze on scene so fair. And birds do here in branches sing

The following adventure happened i… Ingersoll man. ‘ Truth is strange, stranger than… A man rafting down the river, Time he will remember ever,

We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelley… Kind hearted man, but ill-fated, So youthful drowned and cremated.

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,

In the year 1843 we were, though b… Cawdor Castle. Readers of Shakes… have often found Cawdor mentioned… of Cawdor is but a few miles from… we were there the old Highland peo…

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…

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…

‘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

We have here a sight as fair As bonnie Doon or banks of Ayr. Like modest worth, meandering slow… The quiet waters gently flow. Rose, Thistle, Shamrock, all comb…

Lines read at a banquet at the We… where the brotherhood of Odd-Fell… Lodge, were entertained. St. Catharines [sic], famed for m… And for the beauty of her daughter…

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…

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…

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

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…

Like mightiest organ in full tone Melodious grand is great Milton. He did in lofty measures tell How Satan, great archangel, fell, When from heaven downward hurled,