Who was expected to attend a Banq… in London nearly thirty years ago.… were asking for Brother Abel. When we went down to London in mi… A brother looked at me as though…

The following lines were written a… who said she would recite them at… entertainment. She wished it writt… will talk. I presume the ideas in… altogether original, or they are v…

While referring to past glories of… the late Honourable T. D. McKee,… and we will give you an anecdote o… the supper table around which was… him as the great centre of attract…

Our ancient customs to renew, We meet to honour St. Andrew, He was of the Jewish nation; A fisherman by occupation. No warlike knight with lance and s…

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

About a quarter of a century ago,… busy, thriving place, several frie… the port to attend a concert, we a… It was in the winter, and there ha… ice, in which the Port Burwell ho…

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…

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

Are you a mason? No ; I prefer To work at the trad… Are you then an Oddfellow? No ; I married Annabella. Are you a Son of Temperance?

After him who did mills own This place was called in honor Ti… Bright gleaming like a morning sta… Is clear waters of the Otter, And it doth form here a vast pond

The following sonnet on Brodie Ca… by my venerable Uncle, Thomas Mc… of John B. McIntyre, Ex-Grand M… —fellows, and now, and for many ye… St. Catherines. It was written by…

Our Canadian County Perth Commemorates great bard of earth ; Stratford and Avon both are here, And they enshrine the name Shakes… For here in Stratford every ward

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…

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