Poetry to us is given, As stars beautify the Heaven, Or, as the sunbeams when they gleam, Sparkling so bright upon the stream, And the poetry of motion Is ship sailing o'er the ocean;...
In winter time 'tis sad and dreary For to gaze on stormy Erie, But here in summer time this port It is a fashionable resort, For then it is always cheery For to gaze upon Lake Erie. ...
Providential escape of Ruby and Neil McLeod, children of Angus McLeod of this town. Little Neil McKay McLeod, a child of three years of age, was carried under a covered raceway, upwards of one hundred yards, the whole distance ...
Ranney began with just two cows, Which he in winter fed on browse, And now he hath got mighty herds Numerous as flock of birds, May he long live our hearts to cheer This great and useful pioneer.
On the laying of the corner stone of the Brock monument at Queenston Heights, and the final interment of the General who had fallen at the battle of Queenston, Oct. 13th, 1812. The remains of his Aide, Col. McDonald, were also ...
Burns sang so sweet behind the plow, Daisies we'll wreath around his brow, Musing on thee what visions throng, Of floods you poured of Scottish song. Scott he did write romancing rhymes...
Robert F. Gourley was a graduate of St. Andrew's University, Scotland. He was the first to agitate for popular rights in Canada. He was banished from the country and while crossing the Niagara River he asked for a brush to wipe...
While voyaging on northern seas For days we could not catch a breeze, But were held fast as if in vice Surrounded by the bergs of ice, We could not move the ship or boat...