We are in ancient stories told, All were brothers in days of old, But these with facts they do not chime For all mankind do love the dime, And worship the mighty dollar, And admire the golden collar,...
In barren district you may meet Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat, There you may find the choicest fruits, And great, round, smooth and solid roots.
About one third of a century ago there flourished in Canada three Scottish editors, all of whom were poets, McQueen of the Huron Signal, Goderich, who wrote a grand song on "Our Broad Lake," and McGeorge of the Streetsville Rev...
All those who quality do prize Must study color, taste and size, And keep their dishes clean and sweet, And all things round their factories neat, For dairymen insist that these...
British infants who were nobly born Were from their bleeding mother's bosom torn, And with the bayonet dashed upon the street There left to lie for native dogs to eat. ...
A pleasing sight to-day we see, Four churches joined in harmony, There difference was but trivial, But strove each other to outrival. In friendship now they do unite, And Satan only they do fight,...
And Millar poet of Sierras, For bold deeds he doth prepare us, And now he lives by the golden gate, Honored in California's state, To poet 'tis position grand, Commissioner of Forest land.
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; And how he ruined this our world,...
In giving a glance at various Canadian authors perhaps it would be well to commence with that early writer Mrs. Moody. She was a sister of the celebrated Agnes Strickland, author of "The Queens of England."