The following invitation appeared… concert. If pleasant night you wish to spen… Go and invite your lady friend; Oddfellow’s concert is the place

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…

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.

DeArcy. McGee, All compliment thee, The hope of the land, On your lecture so grand. Though that is your fort,

Like fruit that’s large and ripe a… Sweet and luscious is Longfellow, Melodious songs he oft did pour, And high was his Excelsior. He shows us in his psalm of life

Having received a letter from a ge… and glorying in its superiority to… You glory in your type writer, And its virtues you rehearse, But we prefer the old inditer–

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

For erratic style he leads van, Wildly, wayward Walt Whitman. *Mathew Arnold saw fit to say tha… the National Poet of America, but… him; one of Longfellows grandest p…

When the price of cheese was so lo… dairymen seriously thought of givi… of cheese and of selling their cow… lowing lines and distributed them… Price soon will rise, though now ’…

On a young girl showing me a scar… In its own place ’tis very good Always to have plenty of wood ; But, striking fair maid, that is r… And puts me in an angry mood.

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…

Of our Laureate we now do sing– His youthful muse had daring wing, He then despised Baronhood, And sang ’twas noble to be good. None sang like him of knights of o…

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…

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