A plain building was removed to a… few weeks it was transformed into… building in town. As westward we of late did rove We beheld in the maple grove

And Millar, Poet of Sierras, For bold deeds he doth prepare us.

Lines on a civic holiday trip on t… to Toronto, August, 1882. Address… conductor of Caledonian games at… From Ingersoll, on Canadian Tham… We come to greet mine host of the…

Written at the time of the disaste… ’Twas on a pleasant eve in May. Just as the sun shed its last ray, The bell it rang, citizens to warn… For lo! a fire appears in barn.

In barren district you may meet Small fertile spot doth grow fine… There you may find the choicest fr… And great, round, smooth and solid… But in conditions such as these

Formerly of Ingersoll, now of the… When Wonham got orders To advance to the borders, His boys they were ready And fell in quite steady.

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.

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

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…

Delivered at opening of Odd-Fello… Dereham now hath wealthy yoemen Whose fathers overcame the foemen… The enemy they boldly slew Was mighty forests they did hew,

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

We had the honour of delivering in… tercentennial anniversary of Shaks… Ingersoll, before a large audience… on the occasion: ‘ Shakespeare requires no marble m…

Dangerous effects of seeing onesse… A maiden cried, ' Alas! . With horror I’ll expire, Unless you bring me That true glass

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,

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,