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MII.I.ICAN, JR., I< 1 1 1 .n"s, NKWl-OU N I )l.A N 1 ). /^yyef ^l Havifig Ih'oi rcijuest^d by a number of frioids to have my pocnis published in book form, 1 have acceded io their 7vish, and trust that this, my Jirst effort, ivill i>e favourably received b\ the fubiir. TO QUEEN VICTORIA. Venerable l.ady thy reign's been most tranquil, The Crown shone in splendour o'er Thy peaceful head, The' bereaved in Thy youth of faithful Prince All)trt Thy Heart was then broken for Him that is dead. ■l"hy reign peaceful Lady before the world shining, Like a star in the sky of daz/ling light, Thy kind tender Heart with love entwininir. Thy charitable deeds shine clear and bright. The heart of all Britons beat high for their Sovereign Who looks to their rights o'er sea and o'er land, When diplomacy fails the Union Jack leading, Is despatched on the en'my a well armed band. Thy Grand-Child's children. Thou hast lived to see Cling round thy ever loving knee, (iod has blessed 7^'iy reign good Queen, No fairer Monarch on earth is seen. .Sixty-two years thou liast seen, loved \'ictoria, In this nujrlal sphere with a ( *r(nvn o'er thy Brow, Heaven grant niany happy Birth Days returneth, 'I'o our loved (Jueen and peaceful as now. Long years may you live to adorn the Sce[)tre, Many hap[)y years may you graee the I'hrone, All hail to Victoria the World's greatest Monarcli, Where e'er your flag hovers, there we find a hon)e. Ve hells ciiime out in honor The twenty-fourth of May, May long )ears with us dawn on Her, Our beloved (^)ueen's Birth Day. TO THE RIVER. Thoughts creep in my brain as I sit on th)' margin. And Ip/ui;: of the days here I passed long ago, Heedless ol all the great changes before me, iuly I iisl to thy innocent flow. • 'Tis eve and I'm here all alone in tlie twiliuht, The Moon's my C(jm[)cini()n and bnght shines her rays, As I gaze on the past, nothing seems lasting — But the river runs on as it did in those days. I find myself here on the banks of the river, Vv'here oft in the past I have list to thy flow, Ah ! where are the old folk that guided my footsteps ? In deaths cold repose 'neath the yew lying low. Every stone on the banks of thy sparklmg water. Reminds me of some pleasant dreams in the past. Oh, rippling river flow on in the moonlight, All I would wish if this dream could but last. In my mind, pleasant memories arise when I view thee, Where school-mates and I whiled hours so bright. The scen'ry around here, all seems unaltered, Those thoughts fill my brain as I stand here to-night. Farewell ; for a while sweet murm'ring streamlet. As duty commands me to leave thy lone brink, \Vhere e'er I may wander in scenes of the gayest, My thoughts with this river oft shall be linked. Ij : i I TO AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH. Dear Face, all thy lineaments brings back to my mem'ry. The sweet dream of love I had once for ihee, Tho' fate has decreed, our lives must be severed, This perfect picture is still dear to me. The smile is there, as plain as when I told my Idol her I loved. The eye beams just as brightly, 'i'he lip is stern unmoved. How oft have I gazed on thy s[)arkling eye, And gave every thought of my heart to thy keeping. My happiness perfect when thou wert nigh. Thou art gone, I am left with thy photo now weeping. I've treasured it now for nearly three Autumns, A consolation in this picture I find, As daily in rapture I while away hours, And in the calm even' the past fills my mind. When clear from the worries of business troubles, The world has uo charui for me where e'er I go, Away from the tlirong and this Photograph wiih uie. The world with its pleasures I care not to know. ■ 'IV) thy home in my pocket book there I'll return it Let it list toev'ry fond throb of my heart, At Morn or at Iwen or in the bright sunlight. Till death will this l*hoto and 1 never part. THE DYING OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. Slipping away, from our grasp is this Century, Each day its nearing the roll of the dead, How bright it has been to some of her children, Others by sorrows link have been led. Literature's light has made vast endeavors. Its glow o'er Creation shines like a star, Distinguished linguists this Century claims also, Their writings so brilliant spread near and far. ^mmm^mmmmt s The ocean now rolls o'er the niai^ical cable, As if nothing goi's on neath its hri^^ht dashing spray,, lUit science has made the lone bed of Coral, Electricity's home in this Century's Day. We have also the great railway carriage. That is given to man to speed on his way, The Motor Carriage this age can l)oast also. The [latent just now is making headway. The great Ocean Liners, this age, we have floating. Are huge when compared with the ships in the past. The liuilders to-day o'er each speed all are gloating, Tacli owner wants his ship to make voyages fast. Electricity now shines bright in the homestead. It takes place of the Kerosene lamps and the Gas, This CcMitury has given us many a token, Which will ne'er be forgot as its days quickly pass. This Century c:\n boast of very brave Heroes, Of hearts patriotic and true to the cause, Ne'er flinching from cannon, sword or the foe. And strictly adhering to couiitry and laws. lughteen months hence will this century vanish, Away in the tomb ne'er to return. Oft we shall tliink and ne'er try to banish, Fond memories departed, for them do we yearn. Happy the hours we passed in thy reigning, What a pity, so soon thou'lt be buried from sight May nineteen hundreth be ushered to all mankind living. Prosperous serene may its future be bright. S. S. ROTTERDAM. There's a signal on the block-house, 'Tis a Steamship broken down, She's entering the narrows, With iron bows all gone. r li S ii 10 And as you view her closely, She's the oil tank " Rotterdam," That met disaster to her hull, ivvperieneed more storms than calm. When making golden markets, 'I'hose seekers on their way, (lone high and dry upon our rocks. Find refuge in our Hay. 'l^hey should praise John Cabot loudly, 'Twas he found out the land, That guides the shipwrecked mariner, (iives them a port at their command. Our liarbor now is this ships home. Saved from the surging threat'ing foam. (lood luck has guided her off the rock. And gave her a chance to try our doc>k. ! II She's finished and steams on wiih pride. A treasured Ixaniue along the tide, A credit to our sons of toil, I'it to stem the seas tho' they may boil She's steaming out the Narrows, Looking staunch all right. They thank the eternal Deity, 'I'hat sheltered them that night. To raging seas and watery graves, Just think how near they were, Mistaken Point near witnessed, Another sad affoir. SPRING. The birds are singing gaily, The Sun shines brigiu as ay. I've watched the setting sun at eve. In glory's splendor sink from view, I stood admiring, loathe to leave The heavenly star decked sky of blue. No Artist's brush, could give the glow, That nature painted where I stand, The murm'ring tuneful sea below, It well might tempt Angelo's hand. ■14 i:^ach pebble of this heallh resort, Is well known to our Island round, Another addition to the scene. Is Bell Island with rich treasure bound. « I often stood cti I'opsail Beach, And fondest memories there stole o'er, (irand landscape far as eye could reach, With Sea (niUs Hying to the shore. I !' ii •t • MEMORIES. Sweet memories steal o'er my thoughts to-night, As I gaze on the moonlit sky, The) speak of the days and the friends we loved, That are linked with yeirs gone bye. Just a year ago this Christmas, I was home with friends all round. Now in strange lands I .^^it and ponder, Naught can a place like home be found. I 15 AN OPINION ON FRIENDSHIP. This world is varied in opinions, Some like the name of friendship well. Others think the word a false delusion, Money makes the roll of friendship swell. If short your pockets for a dollar, 'I'hen you'll find your friends are few, In fact your mem'ry cannot follow, Any friend to oblige you. Friendships name is but a burlesque, When reverse takes the place of gain, Your friends forget such a being liveth, In ol^livion you then remain. It tells you plainly in this world, Independence is mans greatest friend, While youth doth last make a stride, Work briskly and have money to lend. .11 i6 Then friends you con count by the thousand^ Each night engagements become a pest, In any galh'ring you'll be chosen, A fitted man an honored guest. < i| » to HIS LORDSHIP, THE MOST REV. DR. HOWLEY, BISHOP OF AMASTRIA AND WEST NEWFOUNDLAND, 1892. On thy bright head the Mother Church, Hast placed the mitre grand, ^ On Saint John's day in bright array, In this your native land. A more illustrious prelate^ Never graced a throne, And as a zealous churchman, Thou could'st not be out shone. \ 1 i '7 Thou a Theologian, An artist of high fame, Thou a diplomatist, Your Church and God your aim. The West Coast of Newfoundland, Has all she wants in thee, With thy untiring energy, Her foremost rank shall be. And when the iron horse shall plough. Through the valley of Codroy, There shall capitalists visit. Thy rivers with much joy. God prosper Thee our noble Liege, Terra Nova's gifted Son, May blessings from the throne of God, Your Mitred Head rest on. i8 ON TIME. Oh ! Speed on you can't delay, Or wait on creatures here below, We pray thee for a moment stay, But on you speed, " time cannot slow." Where are the hours lent to us, As days go by we look around, Into oblivion's darkened tomb, Where might-have-been's and if's abound. The wise man use to-day as his, The morrow comes you can't call back, The previous day you might have done Some famous deed you idly lacked. We peep in mem'ry's written page, And see there, plainly to the eye Familiar forms, endearing scenes, And wonder how the years flit by. • 1 • t 1 t Tt9 Twelve months flit by unnoticed, And are numbered with the dead, « Did we spend time to advantage, Have we our hearts to heaven led. S[)eed onward, ever onward, Oh ! time both day and night, We'd readily ask some questions, If we could stay thy flight. " Where rollest all our hours away ? '" Ourselves those tjuestion's ask, Into Eternity's endless tomb, Does conscience take the task ? To use our time as it was given, To prepare for age when youth is past. And pave our path the road to Heaven, Where peace, contentment always last. 20 A WELCOME TO SIR H. McCALLUM, GOVERNOR OF NEWFOUNDLAND. U't'lcome brave Son of Jkitain, To our rock hound but dearly loved land,. You came from the home of our Sovereign., To rule o'er our Isle Newfoundland. S. S. Ontario arrived with the sunlight. Beaming its rays o'er thy head, May it shine on your pathway forever. Wherever your footsteps be led. Africa's clime thou hast tasted, Great is the change for you here, We give you ten thousand welcomes. Brave Soldier and staunch Volunteer. The very first act of your reigning, Made you dear to the sons of our land, To visit our Seal-hunting Steamers, And see how they are managed and manned. > I > • 1 1 » \\ » 21 (^heer after cheer wafted loudly, As you visited ship after ship, Wishing Ciod speed on their journey. All blessings and bumper trips. And your Lady that comes from the Emerald Isle, We heartily welcome with cheer and with smile, May Providence tend you as passes each year, With happiness to you and your children dear. May prosperity attend every action, Of your's while you sojourn here, In Britain's oldest Colony, To every Son so dear. ,] 22 PARTED. Wc loved as other lovers did, We walked in mooJiliglu's brightest hours, Those were happy spent by me, My path was strewn with choicest flowers. He sent me sweet forget-me-nots, Entwined with roses wet with dew. Remembrance need not ask from me, In mem'ry's annals he's always new. He was told a suitor won my hand. Some jealous thoughts beset his heart, He left his own loved home and friends, bad was the day we had to part. He thought he was forgot by me. Fierce jealous thoughts did haunt and blind. But still he lives in memory, For aye he's ever in my mind. » 1 1 \ ( 1 k 1 1 23 His photo now is dear to me, I'ar dearer than all else beside, The loving tokens which 1 hold, I would not part for this world wide, The golden circlet which he gave, This souvenir I dearly prize, Thosf; days to come again I crave, iUit the Lord hath willed it otherwise. i i! • The good bye on the pier that day, Fresh in my mind shall ever live. The waving 'kerchief to the wind. The sighs a parting heart can give. His dear form now lies in the dust, Mould'ring on a foreign shore, If I could but see his grave, I'd strew with pansies o'er and o'er. i V;. 5 ] 24 TO THE OCEAN. As the ship glides along o'er thy bosomv 1 admire thy beauty so mild, Thy blue expanse before us, Who'd imagine thee sometimes so wild ? Every ripple that runs by our steamer, Makes me sigh for a home by the sea^ No sweeter music, none keener Than Atlantic's low murrn'ring sea. Oh ! calm in thy granduer blue ocean,. Rolling recklessly on to the shore, Now how tranquil and peaceful thy motion. I doubt thou canst boisterously roar. As I lean o'er the rail of our greyhound, And skimming away o'er the deep, I think Neptune thy scen'ry the grandest, While the stars a strict vigil keep. ) * 25 Ocean, I'd fain live on thy surface, There romantic thoughts fill my brain, As I ga/.e on thy placid blue waters, In my heart they shall ever remain. HOPE. Hope like a bird cheers the mariner's journey, No matter how long the voyage may be, Tho' boiling, foaming billows threaten wildly. That anchor, hope, calms all anxiety. The hope of sunshine, storm abating (juickly. The prospect of the morrow morn more clear. The hope of seeing their good ships make headway, To home, to loved ones, whom they cherish dear. So on, in every pathway hope's the beacon, That lights the; bold sailor in the midst of storm, Trusts for the sunshine, tho' the clouds seem gath'ring. Cheers the downcast shipmate all forlorn. 'U i J. • i 26 Cherishing hope you brighten our footsteps, To live without thee would be madness to try, Tho' the sun of prosperity shine not at morn, It may illumine all hopes e'er the day wane and die. Tho' often we gaze on the lead clouds above us, \Vc think that the stars refuse their light, Hope comes to our refuge, we trust that the new day Will dawn with prosperity cheerful and bright. The darkest of clouds have their linings of silver. No matter how they obscure the bright light. Each one should hope on in this weary journey. When least we expect come our wishes to sight. Never despair tho' luck be a stranger, Some day you'll see 'twas all for the best, SometiiDes ilMuck shields us from danger, Hope on in all cases fate does the rest. I I I I e 27 AN AMERICAN MOTHER WELCOMES HER SON FROM THE BATTLE OF SANTIAGO. Welcome ray boy from the loud clinn of battle, To the arms that entwined thy dear form in thy youth, Vou were proud of your birth-place since you could prattle. You fought for your country with honor and truth. v The hour your battle ship sank from my gazing, A prayer to the l-ather that is righteous and just, Went up from my heart to his goodness and mercy, I'or America's motto is " In Ood we trust." Always remember my son through your life time, he ready to fight for your country and cause. Volunteer the first signal your flag's insulted. Rush to its rescue, stay not to pause. - f ;,i i I': I ■ I I 'I ; III 28 / am proud of my son to lie classed as a hero, With comrades that nol)ly risked life lor their land. And willing again should their country re(]uire them, To leave their loved homesteads by their flag bravely stand". Give loud praise to Dewey your valiant commander, That unfurlf.'d our flag o'er Manilla's rich soil. Moat out stars and stripes in your honored dominion, 'I'hat's won for our nation by her sons so loyal. May the good ship Olympia be saved from the en'my., \\'hen ill other seas duty bids her to roam, The pride of our nation as she journeys onward, Tliat brought back our heroes with victory home. (,et history's page pay a tribute to (lillis, A hero that faced dread torpedo's fierce wrath,. Kor the lives of his comrades who were in danger, And t;irnc(i th(^ destructor away from their path. 29 On the top of the billows was sent this torpedo, To wreck and destroy their fine iron clad, 'Twould have done its work but for our brave hero, They all owe their lives to this gallant young lad. I. ii God prosper Wamright Sampson and Scheley, Who did nobly protect stars and stripes with each life, Likewise Plobson, Shafter and brave ensign Powell, Who acted so daring when called in the strife. I" h:\ O' TO A YOUNG POLITICIAN. Dear friend when your booked for political sailing Be ready to face ev'ry storm that will blow, Vou may meet calm and sunshine it's all a lottery, No use to be wailing wherever you go. y »•* ,' til i' r T IN I |i lii ): III i 30 Ev'ry man tha'. will '^tand on the platform beside you. Soliciting the public to head you the poll, Recommending you to any important district, And ever and anon your |)raises extol. Ev'ry man you will meet his support he will promise, You will think his vote is ready for you. Be sure not to trust one no matter what motive. May possess pretence to be honest and true. That's all very well, in the booth room you'll prove him. His friendship you'll know when the poll is declared, And one thing is certain, you'll not be the first one, That thought he had friends till Election Day neared. Such ar:^ the delights of all politicians. To hear themselves flattered where e'er they may go. If such is not the case don't worry or trouble, Be prepared for all storms what e'er point they blow. TO THE RIGHT HON. W. E. GLADSTONE. As a statesman William Gladstone, Had a superior heart and mind, He was calm, collect, considerate — Rare in mankind to find. A liberal heart was his to own, Ne'er thought of self the while, But gave all thoughts to Britain's cause, And the good old Shamrock Isle. Ne'er shall a British heart forget, As through the world he goes, Their statesman William Gladstone, And their emblem the white rose. In Parliament with honors, thou For years held seat with pride, A credit to your nation, Known o'er earth far and wide. ir I I i t T ! 52* With pleasure thou can'st view the past", A l)rilliant grand career, The weight of many sunsets Siiows on thy whitened hair. We hear thro' the Cable with sadness, That thy strength is fast ebbing away. Thy country is losing a statesman, Not easy to replace to-day. ' BLACK EYES. Oft' have I been asked a question, \Vhat color eyes would favor gain ? A simple query, still not as easy As one would think to explain^ 't W ' I aiBi T Fancy oft' doth steal to black eyes, Yes just as black as of a sloe, In their depth real truth lies, Tho' blue eyes oft' great power know, Sincerity lies in all eyes, That is if owner is sincere, No matter blue, black or grey. The eye display's the owner fair. ( . The eye oft' speak as plain as words. Each glance goes near to tell the mind, Like weather glass information mute, We know it will tell if change the wind. So really it is hard to tell, The eye that's fancied most to-day, In hazel eyes there is a spell, But black eyes chase all tears away. •A i>u m ir 34 SPAIN. Sunny Spain where clouds are strangers, (lifted land of song and love, Home of a boy Iving midst dangers, And gentle as a turtle dove. Spam where Sun thy pathway's guilded, Ne'er forgets to shine on thee, - Tho' battle claimed from thee thy Cuba, And drained thy life's blood on the Sea. War shall not frighten Alphonso's offspring, When year's and wisdom he will own. The boy aspirant to the Kingdom, A warrior will be when he is grown. 35 The fairest on earth, an Eden of beauty, Where blossoms the Vine, the Olive and Lime, \'ou may wander mid Orange groves careless of duty, Oft' there I've tarr'ied heedless of time. Yes hours flew by in your fair sunny Eden, Worry nor trouble cant live while your there, One seems to forget the world's weary battle, All should be calm in this p:\radise fair. v.. l| TO A LOCK OF HAIR. On thy pearly white forehead oft lay this sweet ringlet, A keei)sake I got it from one that I love, Tis tiny, I prize it a gift everlasting, My darling is reigning in realms above. How oft I admired this sweet flowing ringlet, That gracefully answered each breath of wind, These dear shining tresses are ever before me, 'J'he face of the owner ne'er leaves my mind. 1.1 '■>' ii '•1 M ! I ■M •;i ! iJl , ;'! 'i .- ■M t !' ^ ) ; 111 36 S\vc'et fittlc curl iidurntiiciil of nature, As it lay o'er thy hrow it shoiu' hrii^ht as j^olcl, 'i'ho' from si<;lit Tiioii art taken, my heart nearly l)reakinj4- The love of the writer will ne'er grow cold. I live in the hope, some day to he with you, Where no death bell will sound again in mine ear. This world is to me a blank since I lost you, My only comfort is thy sweet lock of hair. IN MEMORY OF MISS M. WHITEWAY, Daughter of the Right Hon. Sir W. V. Whiteway, who died in South Africa, A fathers heart fs saddened now, And grief's burden hangs o'er his brow, (lod will strengthen him to bear The loss of that loved child so dear. 37 On Africa's shore withered that flower, Away from her loved native land, Nipped ill the bud stolen from the bower, What's harder than deaths cold hand. Mary's look, her voice, its tone Did brighten up a fathers home, As ill health grew weak her frame, The smile was on her lips the same. As if in days not long ago, Her countenance was all aglow. Natures beauty well did grace, The light upon her beaming face. We'll lay thy dear form in the church yard, Where oft we'll visit that loved spot, Where sleeps the household idol calmly, Thou'll never never be forgot. I ( • I .. II {.■ m -i '< •1 'I III I I '; 1 •'. i ■ < , i' I- I: I I' I M •i 38 We'll plant the roses o'er the mound dear, We'll lay the lilies o'er thy breast, We'll shed for aye the saddened t^ar, And pray for thy loved soul to rest. TO AN ABSENT ONE. Does Neptune claim all thoughts from me. Each day and night on the dark blue sea, Mine are thine from morn till night. Reigning forever in thy sight. Deep seas now roll twixt thee and me. On ocean's swell thou rolle'st free, Soon wilt thou sight thy own dear land, Where thou wert taught first to stand. When thy photo I oft view, The days of friendship doth renew, Some soft fair winds may waft you here. We'll give you Caed Mille faltha dear. !:|| '. m 39 TO LORD KITCHENER, Hero of Oradurman. 3'irave Kitchener of Omdurman fame, Thy country glories in thy name, The venture you so nobly dared, Your stout heart never quailed nor feared, l.ord Kitchener on the darkest night, Thine eyes shone brightest of the bright, For the enemy you sought and got, For Gordon's rights you laid the plot. Thy name to Britain is as dear, As a child's first lisp to a mother's ear, Thy manly deeds each day we hear, Thy noble warlike grand career. Thou hast proposed a college, In that remote distant land, To civilize and educate The Rebel's, Chief and band. ■■•* ;> ' Y ■ * I ti'i '• mm i: l.'jr! i :: i II \\ ( a ill fll i ■f i ■ ■ i 1 ''f i I m I i S- •■ J!" i I "l ^t i ft M,. MM i ! 1 • 1 1 ill! 1 40- Thy liionly breast shows well thy worth. Of Honor's won at war, There emblazoning is the crest Shining like yon bright star. fvitchener thy fame's known far and wide, The son's of Britain look on thee with pride Our gracious Sovereign recognised thy worth, With honor's decked you titled lord of earth. Thy actions at Pashoda thou'rt renowned where e'er )OU go. The confidence of the Empire you shall and still will hold Thou art adorned brave Hero, Omdurman's Sirdar bold. Well might thou be termed brave Lord, Thy nations growtli is thy delight, Fair Kitchener, that flashing sword Sought (rordon's wrongs with all thy might- T 41 The British Padiament on well deserved grounds. Has dowered thee with thirty thousand pounds, Famed Hero thy name's revered by all, In lowly sheds as well as palace halls. May thou be spared to enjoy thy shining gold, Bestowed on thee by Britain's statesman bold, And when whitened are thy locks with age, Each one will still revere our honored sage. TO J. J. P. A Member of Parliament for Burin in 1894. The atmosphere of Newfoundland, Has reared many clever men. Amongst them I know of one, Who nimbly drives the pen. W '• ;. '.I '■''■:-; >■■. ■•■' *l ■i'- ■. II ?.%:? < i *l '''t.si''. f I d H . 'iii'ii 1 ' liii; iJlill ■I "1 ! [■y IM ' ; M!: ; k :• 111. ! it- : ! iililj ■ . ;( 'iiliii 1 ' 1 ■' , fii'l! r - * [ 1 '■ •( :!' ! ' 1 ; ( ■ ■ ' ■ ; * ' 1 '"' \ ' ■ r, ; t i I ' \ ! |. : 1 ''! i ! ^''^, 44 From Sable Island sixty miles, The morning dawned both dark and wild, I'' or these on board the fog did blind. The storm raged on, loud howled the wind. Ah ! fateful seas broke o'er their ship, And doomed them for the deep, Little thought they, when leaving shore. They'd in the surges sleep. A shudder thrills the human heart,. To think of friends bereaved, Of all they loved and had to part, Some left orphans sad and grieved, Coftinless those dear ones sleep,, On Ocean's chilly breast, We breathe the dies irac% For tlieir souls in peace to rest. ■^ ■^ I y. I #.1 i 45 THE ROBIN'S CHANT. As the snowdrift fades away, Hark we hear the Robins lay, in the woods they have their fling, And herald us approaching spring. Hear, the Robins plaintive song, Chasing snowflakes off the trees, They cheer us and bring spri'ig along, Accompanied by the busy bee. Thy clear notes glad the farmers heart, And tells him spring has come again, And bids the plough man act his part, Get ready for sowing grain. Spring the daisies come with you, They wait thy season and sunshine. They quaff each mornings fresh'ning dew, All nature loves the fair springtime. % '■'•:■ ,.Cr'J if! -'■I ,'*..- II I; ■■>>.•. 'X ■ I ■• >ii I ii:*i, ; ■'^ III ■!■, ,i I.''.- If. I'M I ' ..I . I ! '■• 1',''! , > • f i ) m^^ , , 1 1 . 1 ■'!! i 46 As verdure is donning her mantle, The Robins sweet song charms the air, As if carrolling sweetly to heaven, The Matins and calm vesper prayer. We know when we sec the sweet robin, The flowers will soon be in bloom, And (juickly will disappear snowbird, (live place to the roses in June. TO S. How changed seems everything just now, Compared when first we met. The doll is gently laid aside, All play toys we forget. Still onward passes day to day. Sometimes we cast a thought, On the happy hours of childhood, For gold could not be bought. ^^H 'y\ .4 - -f 1 1 1^1 i II 47 The skipping rope once valued, Is most forgotten now, The chatterbox we prized and viewed, I'll ne'er forget wilt thou. But other cares surround us, We meet year after year, No matter where e'er your lot be cast, To me, your very dear. FAREWELL TO NINETY FIVE, Thou art fading from my sight, Ninety Five. Oft I've sighed and smiled by thy light, Ninety Five. Many a blossom bloomed by thy light. Ninety Five. Many a heart with joy realised, Ninety Five. Many a vacant chair, In sorrow draws you near, In the twilight of your reign. Ninety Five. ,'> - " 'I ■>•'■.:". U )*'■;■'■■ '.!•■ ■ ■ ». . ^"^ . '. ■ ■I ' ♦ [yr'.*' \ I t,-, 5. '.i I w Mi r i -1 1 'I >■ f »' ' ■t : i. 1: ' ^ 1 . ■'■ . ; W': 48 THE GREENLAND DISASTER. Our gallant fleet of sealing ships, The tenth of March steamed out, To procure a load of harps and hoods,. All were eager for the scout. The day shone bright, all hearts were light, Their bunting gaily flown, Each cheered the other with deliiiht, Loud were their whistles blown. Just five days passed a storm arose, A fierce and howling gale. The remaining of the Greenland's crew. Relates a thrilling tale. The storm rushed on with all its might, The billows loudly roared, And soon the ship was lost to sight. To Heaven their hearts they soared. "m \ , *l I 1 49 Each looked the other in the face, No word of cheer had they, All knew that death's dark visage, Surround their forms that day. The treacherous storm that dreadful night. Left many household drear, The home, the mother, wife and child, For them we breathe a prayer. Those homes we just imagine, How grief must centre there, The wailing of the widows. And the orphans deep despair. This month shall be remembered well, In history's page see there. Where forty eight brave hunters. Ended lifes career. *'.*•■ -f..' T ■\ X I- 1 . u I > fe 50 PANSY. All ornament to any bower, A pretty tiny pansy flower, Those petit leaves what meaning lies, When understood how dear wc: prize, When e'er in Silvan solitude, The mind oft reflects the past, 'I'he pansies emblem true and good, Treasures with care to last. Where e'er you see a pansy, To it you take a fancy. As it grows there on the spot, Sweet emblem, forget me not. 1 51 IN MEMORIAM OF RIGHT REV. DR. POWER, Bishop of St. John's, who died Dec. 1893. The death bell tolls sadly from yon steeple to-day, I'^aeh face has a look, dull and downcast, We know thai our l5ishop in deatb.'s array, Awaits the Judgment, last trumpet's blast. Is it a wonder wc weep for our Bishop that's dead, Whose name was revered by us all. His disposition was laultless, and wise was his head, Socially all hearts did enthral. l-'or twenty three years in this island did guide. Our Church and our spiritual wants, He sleeps his long sleep by his predecessors side, But his calm visage oft do us haunt. O'er thy tomb in the church where oft thou did'st chant The morning mass and Vesper Prayer, May the soul of our liishop in God, rest in peace, To his mem'ry we oft shed a tear. '.,ti . 5»- ;W ^ i. 'I J 52 AUTUMN. Little tinged, the leaves are showing. Colored by the Autumn wind, Yet the orchard shows the growing, Of a Season very kind. The foliage now seems variegated, Von must admire as you pass, It look's as if some one decorated, With brush the verdure a shaded mass. Yes ! the decorator nature. Painted yon forest grand, No art could lavish talent, As is shown on this forest land. Nature's dress is changed from green, Its hue is not so fair. As in the soft, soft summer time, When forest's bright tints glare. 'It . <» >i ■['( 53 Nature's dress is altered now, From green to red and gold, And harvest moon how bright art thou, It shines, but thou art cold. TO SCOTLAND. Sweet Thistle, Scotia's emblem. The pride of Scottish hearts, No matter where the clime may be, That her sons may live apart. Scotland's bonny Thistle, They all look on with pride. Entwined with mountain heather, None on earth can e'er divide. The land where early history, Made heroes win an name, Just trace down to present day, Dargai's Piper's fame. n ■ }'» {;♦*■■ II 'W 1 .»•"'* " ft. tt'- , 1 1 ..■4* '.. n ' '^ •■ i| .1 (■' -H i^ 54 When bullets pierced the once staunch limbs, They troubled not to know, But simply played Cock of the North, As their Patriots blood did flow. Their gallant deeds at Dargai's Hill, While war notes whistled loud and shrill. Gordon Highlanders ! Thy worth's well known, O'er broad Atlantic's white sea foam. Scotland's Sons are heroes, On fields of battle proved, They heed not cannon's rattle, They give life for the land they love. Loniz life to Scotia's heroes, To wear the Victoria Cross, In the land where the loved heather grows, And bracken, fern and moss. mmiin m t . m i lnf i » ir Mr ^ jii.«. i niB . j^T i 55 IN MEMORIAM OF RIGHT HON. W, E. GLADSTONE. Alas 1 the sad tidings has reached us, I'Vom this earth his spirit hath fled, And Britain's proud Politician, William Gladstone the Statesman is dead. il Hark ! List ! to the toll of the death hell, As it mournfully floats on the air, The Sons of old England are losing A Patriot to British heart's dear. Half mast floats the bunting in sadness, A gloom is cast over all. To know death from us hath stolen, Throw's o'er loving hearts a dark pall. Haywarden will mourn for thee ever, Where oft thy dear smile shone so bright The home has lost a dear father. The tears dim thy dear children's si^hr. >#^!| r)5; A' • ' I ■'i ■.i t i f' \i I •'K 'J *. i ^fleep on neath the dew of thy birth place^ Beloved in death as in hfe, Mid willow's and immf)rtells waving, Away from the world's busy strife. PARTED. Fallen and shattered is my pretty rose bud,. 'I'hat which 1 culled for one far away, As I sit thinking alone in the garden, I idly plucked leaf for leaf off of the spri). Thinking of her, nrry heart almost breaking, Who is basking herself in the fair sunny vSouth,. Mid roses and Vinegroves her eyes ever seeking ; I think still the promise that fell from her mouth. When we parted that morri the sunshine was with us, To me ever since no Sun shone as clear, V\'ith her went all brightnej^s for aye from my lifetime, Now she's owned by another most cherished and dear. l*' 57 Sweet were the hour^ passed by thy side love, In happiness always when near thy smile, Thy voice was to me as s veet as the white dove, Near you the hours happy did while. We walked under Cynthia, she witnessed our meeting, A more ardent lover ne'er walked by thy side. They tell me she's happy, each day a new greeting. While I am alone, tossed on ev'ry tide. larewell fondest treasure, may your pathway be brighter, Than yon guild that adorns the fairest of crowns. May smiles ever greet you, ne'er troubles meet you, May your life be forever free from a frown. I'll journey along on this cold cruel planet, Sighing and sad o'er the days that have flown, I oft try to banish those thoughts but I cannot, I'm like to the stalk when the roses have blown. 1 ■ i • '* J J ; 1 ■ ( i '•:i ;.i l i! m Mil 58 SAILING. » Sailing down the river, With a fair wind at our back, iMijoying the surroundings, The fresh'ning air we quaff. There is nothing more dehghtful, At even after tea, Than to tai<;e your httle shallop, And sail away to sea. Upon the pleasant waters, With nicotine your guest, You enjoy a pleasant hour, F'rom care your mind can rest. And if not more pleasant company, You'll very easily find The one that steals most of your thoughts, However blows the wind. M^iu, (■»•'* 'i 59 Gently sailing o'er the c ep, Where the little fishes sleep, Under stars of brightest hue, With 1. ana's rays of grey and l)lue. On the waters surface calm, At even times, refreshing balm. Away from terra fir mas noise. Thou canst with pleasure list the voice. Of ducks and hawks and seA gulls roar, On hastening pinions to the shore, As Cyntha's light wanes slowly past, And cloudless sky becomes o'er cast. Your little shallop then command. And steer the helm towards the land, Your com[)any will understand, ^'ou catered with pleasure those hours grand. «■ r . '.•« ■.V ' J I V i; 60 IN MEMORIAM OF MISS McCOWAN, Beloved Daughter of Inspector General McCowan. Another rose cut off the tree, Of life she loved sa well, The home that once was full of glee, In sorrow now must dwell No thought of death was o'er her cast^ Till a few weeks, before l)ear child thy smile will always last. Our hearts with grief are sore. Cut off in youtbfi;! blooming, Is a daughter loved so dear, ''J' was sad to see her drooping, She so young, so bright, so fair. A Father's and a Mother's heart, Is well nigh broke with grief, To them her physician the news did impait, She could not get relief. ^■-'ti^ I 6i On other shores specialists sought, Under loving parents care, Al! was done to save her, That child they loved so dear. She left that land again for home, Hut not long on the sea, As the ship was gliding o'er the foam, Her spirit passed away. No sadder sight could one behold, Than that ship with flags half-mast, That brought the fair form in death cold. To her home where gloom is cast. Sleep loved one neath the daisies. Forget-me-nots we'll strew, In mem'ry of our loved one, Our tears will them bedew. •' ' „\ ,^i *i^'ii n ;.► 'A: i! I;: I 62 CHILDHOOD. Ah ! innocent days when care was far fru!n us, All frolic and fun did we look for to get, I'^ach moment of life all i)leasure seeking, .Sweet dream of childhood I think of you yet Schooldays our lessons was all then to bother. Contrast them to-day with the world's busy strife. How che(]uered each pathway of most the school fellows, Some tranquilly flow down the river of life. No two lives alike have we met in our journey, As through the world's dinn we pass every day, You'll meet some old schoolmate to shake your hand tightly No matter how happy he'll have trouble some way. Ah ! give me the days I spent in the school desk, The good game of cricket on the barrens I played. But where are the bowlers, I miss from the gath'ring, Some are now making homes in the land of the brave. t { ^3 Stars and stripes a great nation, asks no man his business, Let iiim earn all he ran in its vast hemisphere, No petty jealousy's surrounding his hirtiiplace, Hut simply work on find ;i home ever there. However, the days of our boyhood are ended. The world with its joys, aud its sorrows to learn, Wlio will not say those two are well blended, This planet to move in, to live we must earn. Aml)ition\s finger points sternly to manliood. And tells you the zenith, of fame you must reaeh, Pass by disappointments, tho' bitter as worm wood. Though they torture the brain as if stung by a leech. ;'^^.' '•■ LOVE. How sweetly throbs the pulse, when first Accjuaintance makes with cupid's dart. Vet happy in your souls commune, To know you share a constant heart. If- & ; m 64 Vl's consttinl if Iriit' love he there, Tho' doubtful perha{).s, we are at times, Tho' rivals in our midst would dare, True lovers seldom chan|j;e their minds. How cold this world, if love were dead. Our selfish hearts would beat alone, No fair bride to the altar led, Our hearts would be as cold as stone- Oh ! say not love will ever die, Live on as long as life shall last, The hap[)iest days that passed on earth. Are those that love and always last, Oh ! who could say they did not love, Suppose it be some tiny flower, A pretty white winged turtle dove. Or songbird to cheer some lonely hour. ' I 65 Its sweet to know that you arc loved, To know you reign in someone's heart, In cold adversity's days unmoved, As well as sunshine's brightest dart. Ah ! what can eciual faithful love, It makes this world an Eden fair, What matter how the world goes on, When lovers hearts are both sincere. A SILENT ADMIRER. This little bouquet. Which I send to thee, Will impart all my thoughts, I could not verbaly. Here in silent beating, My heart throbs all for thee, I fain thy face to gaze upon, But I cannot find a plea. I ■• ! \ .. I i .0 •■ i! 66 Thy company I'd cherisli iiuich, IJut the courage I can't find, With bashfuhiess I am touched, Therefore I'm left l)ehind. NIGHT. Slowly creep the clouds above us Plainly telling day is spent, When (lark night puts on her maiule, 'i'ells this day's sunshine is only lent. Stars peep out as daylight vanish. And spangled is the ethereal dome, Cynthia adorns yon firmament, With a bright light all her own. As the even shades close o'er us. And nature's taking sweet repose, The song of Whip-poor-will resounding. As daylight's drawing to a close. 67 Venus, Mars and Mercury, How cotiimanding in the night, When Aurora oprns lier briu[ht*] 1 • ,«: 1 *•. . . ! 70 It brings us back to childhood's days, When thou wert fondest of the fi.'nd, When school-books troubles and dismays, You helped us free from all their bonds. We thought of thee as children then. And thanked thee for thy loving care, But now if we could own thee still, We'd treasure thee with whitened hair. When you left us thy loss we knew not. Youth knows not troubles nor world's care, Thou wert called to fairer mansions, A brighter coronet crowns you there. Kindest of pareius, thy memry's as verdant, Yes, green as the day that dawned dark and drear, That stole from our homestead the kindest of fathers, Lone to and fro swings the old rocker chair. 1: , : "t t. II 7^ THE VESPER BELL. After sailing along o'er the ocean, For weeks on a long journey home, Praying with fervent devotion, To be saved from the threatening foam. Just at the close of the daylight, We hove in sight of the land. No earthly view to the wanderer. Is dearer than home scenery grand. 1 1 .» As our ship lay off of the Harbor, Close to Fort Amherst light, Came the sweet notes of vesper bell pealing t>» From ('athedral tow'ri ng heights. 'Tis Easter Sunday even, We list the music grand, As it solemnly floats o'er the waters, From our own endearinfj land. ■ t ■■ ■ % ■ » " ' 'd i ■f, ! 7» \'c hells from yon lofty towers. Makes the heart beat hij^h with pride, As you hear their sweet sounds at twilight, Wafting along o'er the tide. As night, throws her nianllc O'v.v ocean and dell, We list in the distance 'I'o yon vesper bell. livery sound from the tower speaks to the soul, There's a zenith to reach if your senses control, In my heart thy sweet nvni'ry shall ever dwell. We low thy notes pealing sweet vesper bell. TO G. Dearest one, I think of thee, When on the broad and restless sea, My mem'ry floats to thy bright smile, Sweet voice of thine the hours did while. TT" ■'■ 1 73 In reverie thy face I see, Voii ask me constant for to be, Retnenihcrance thou steal's each day. Thy image haunts my mind for aye. The evening when- first we met Von say you never can forget, Nor I, how fjuick the hours fled by, In fairy land were you and 1. THE RAILWAY. Huzzing through the forest fleetly, With the mail coach trav'ling past, Is the engine with full speed on, Hastening with our letters fast. On she comes and goes with fury Bringing news from far and wide, Making hearts rejoice with [)leasure, V.'afting news across the tide. )Zt ( *',.' ' ^ 14 SIk- brings a letter to a mother, And l)rinij,s a rlie(iue lo make her glad, And brings a letter from a lover, A lass hears from her constant lad. The whistle of the locomotive Resounds o'er city, dale and hill, A warning to pedestrians wandVing, Sh(.' blows her whistle loud and shrill. TO QUIDI VIDI RIVER. Thy glassy sheet to-day looks grand, Thy surf;i(Y' calm and still, I've seen thee oft look tratvjuil bland. Thou can'st change at thy will. O'er earlii a prettier scenery Is very rarely found, In a valley lie ihy waters deep. On each side a burying ground. 75 Win re sleeps [\\c love of many hearts. licside ()uidi X'idi's stream, Where oft ill hfe it d'\(\ impart IMeasant hours Hke a (hcani. \\'hat hai)py moments on thy l)anks, On regatta days have [)assed, lUisiness all suspended, in sunshine's rays we've basked. The splash of oar excited all, 'Jlie signal for the race, The day too soon was night ed. Her mantled dunned wuh grace. A pleasant road for hikes to ride. O'er ihy water's moss green bank, As nature has thee painted, Thou wouldst please any crank. I . K 'l n'' 1 •■ , • 1- 1 I'i. !■ 76 A marvel of beauty is lliy lake, As moni's siiii on thee shine. Or when its rays sink low at eve Thy scenery is sublime. A favourite fur pedestrian 'I1iy lake tt) walk around, 'J\) inhale the pleasant zepher, With health it doth abound. The tourist's visit is oft made To see thy beauty rare, And many a pretty tril>ute paid 'I'o thy e\hileratin<; air. In summer with [ileasiire the boats do glide, \Vhat past time thou dost give to man tn sleighs on thee in winter ride, Thou })leaseth all thou can. '-!!** r^j If 77 I'.ul (hell wc must ivnicmhcf Hearts wtil' pierced witli grief, 'J'o know hciKalh thy waters blue, Loved frieiuls forever sleep. TO A HORSE SHOE. A horse slioe 1 have just i)icketl up, I'm told, a token of good luck, I wonder how I'll hang my lind L'p side down to my own mind. Some folk say 'tis not right To find a shoe that is not Inight, I treasure and I dearly [m/.c, The horse shoe, its tradition wise. I found this lK)rse slioe on yon road. Near a corn field newly mowed. As the rivers ri[)'ling rill, I'lnwcd h) with music to my will. 4 f ! 78 Siiui" thai (lay I've luckily grown, Hours like monicnts with pleasure flown, . I've got earh wish dear to tlic heart, I thank the horse for a [)art. SMILING FACES. A smile ad(;riis the [)lain-.\st face, Provide its a genuine one ; Not such as formed for company's sake. Hut the one that's worn at lujine. A smile lights up the countenance, As a gaily lit hall-room. The owner of a smiling face Knows not of this world's uloom. Tho' oft times they might trouble know, ]>ut still the smile is there ; A sign the conscience pure as snow, Tho' trouble fans as air. • 79 There are faces in this great world, I'ciiity they really own, JUit tile gloomy, down c.\[)ression, Seems as if good looks liave tlown. 'J'here are (aces to admire, 'I'hat beauty has no share, lUit the winiiiDg smile l)eams brightest rays, And holds the owner dear. A smile oft softens hardest hearts, What a frown would fail to do, There's a hallow that a smile imparts That's very dear to you. TO THE SACRED HEART. Oh, Sacred Heart, our only ho[)e. My faith is centered hrm in Thee, Thou art the simier's refuge. In troubles or temptations shield us constantly l! » m iii ' So Thy (ic'.ir lirart is ;iii ciiiIiKmh ( )!' love to all ni.mkind, rin- criK 1 lanc'c that j)r()!'('(l it, Oh, wlio coiilcl have the mind. ui. ^ i__^ _i^-»„ • - ...1. .1 .■ .. : ... I'd llic dear loved Sacred Heart, And \iv:<: Mis fond |)r(UiTtion, i'rom \'oi; I le'il ne\er part. Thy piic ious hlo'.'d flowed down Thy side, 1 )ia"i Savi(Hir, froni the datf, fiat ciiiel lance that la.u'er, That pierced Tliy sacit'd Iieart. Imo:i. f.'alvar\'.s hei-hts streamed Tin dear hlooii. 'F'o \vash our >ins awa\-, Oh. dearest heart, I wish I could I'.iv honincr* {o 'live alwii). Il 'Vhy tender lu;ait wilt not dospisf A ft-rvrnt. olTcretl prayer, Haw mercy oii us sinners, When we Iravc this vale of tears. ( )1), hk'ssed ht-arl, Th)' prcf ions IiK-ikI, l''l()W('d from 'I'hv sacred side, To cleanse and purity ()\ir souls, In this \vick( d world >o wide. MEDITATION lust think ot the joys of Heaven 'l\> he near your Sa^lour. ( iod, Pause, consider what He suffered, Think of Calvary's road He trod. Iniaume a chuir of angels Surrounding a throne on hi^h, ( )ti that throne out Messed Savuur, And His immnculate mother nl^ll. tms^ssti. '*«*; iV [I 82 Tliat very Saviour shed His blood, 'To savi' from sin His Hock, He gave that blood for our soul's eood. To uur hardened hearts doth knock The se rpent' s sin has us entwined, - And keeps our souls ensneered, 'I'ake courage and leave sin behind, Let your dear f^ord see you feared. li.i •* b The wrath of Hini who rules alxivc. And watches nii;ht and day, And asks His children for then K^ve To walk in right(!Ous way CHRISTMAS. Christmas, how dear the name, Lmkcd with many a lender tie, Of friends we may ne'er see again, The happy moments — how ijuiek they fly. ■^3 < )ii 111 lirtains we see a ('hnstinas, W I' did cherish long ago, And tond fnces in the gathViiv^^ I'Liin vvt; s-vjc each visage so. Knid greetings for n happy Christinas, \\ t. hid you all this t'eslivc tunc. May luitniu- smle upon our i^,land. I> the Nvjilers wish for Auld 1 ;niu Sync (■.hrisiiMas, i'hy name 1 lo\c iu heat, When friends are gathered round And join m one celestial prayer, With love and grace ai.)ound. "^O THE HUMBER RIVER, Oh, •^lundKTijig ITiniiher, wakr to note Thy scenery is grand, In calmness and serenity, 'I'hou udorncst Newfoundland -*t 1 1 ■'' I I ■ ^4 \'()i' nvt? tluit was lout- and wild,, ( )ii the Wi-st Coasl It lu-s, And men with willing hands, And men of eiuerprist;. Ili-W(_'d down thr thickrninu forest. And planiud iht- railway toad, And lit the >un shiru- hrit^htL-r ( )ii the river as it tiowcd. lit'sidc thy ir.arpin ranhoi', ('arelt'ssly rove along. Heedless of hunter's muskets, [div saunters on I'air stream - a gift o( nature, 'J'hou shining ''ike I view, .\s you :ni'ander through th() graiui, I stc inc watcli fliy ehl) atid rl<>\v And gctuly Ut-ad diy sand. TO AnViOTHbK UN THt utAiH ijf ttfcK C n u. i • Oh ' Aeep not mother, hahy's dying, Heaven's portals a»tr opct^ wide !'(» receive yriur loved leep ;U mght, 'I'hose thoughts, unhapjpy. make yur day^. i ■ 4 i;: 86 '!"hi^ uoiKl IS nai.Ljht to gricvi,' tin- luait, Thih let \niii dear oiH sliH'p 111 jK'acc, (casf your i;r!cvii\u, wr all iiiii^l part. WIkii lliis world nuls tli''ii coiiu-s release. -iVA^jv^(jLtLn all itiiJ^^Hi Lia I i:a.ri.LS riir ulory of Ciod a.l)(»vr he siii^s. This world is hut a few short years, And ihen you'll meet your anu«l wiUiis. SUMMER FINDS FAULT WITH WINTFR. The ' old blasl disiuantled luy !iiu; I'ircheu tree, Ami leaves it to piue in eold jealousy, ( luel wiMier, you've robiu.'d usoi ail oui t'me dress, And lett us herelt in tlu- dreai wildiriiess. 'I'he warm sun th it ripi-ns W'hilch ha/.el and oaks. The ash and the cedar I'he eold north wind chokes. 8/ riuj poj)lHi :\n(\ sycamore 1 tciiil)ics tt) know riu W Iiki- rlit.Tt\ aii(! jiMic, Must i;\(\c liiuli r iIk' show T^hivcrini; as[) thou art j>iiir''g, iiiK 111 kt.'cp II!) dress, .riu: 't'd ukI wliuc spnire .\ic disniaiit liti no i«.s>, h,r. var 's coniniandinii its low.rs m U-ni^ll'., It drrads not tin- cold drtMry wind nt tli;, (rdl, .I'l-,..- kiiij, ot {\'C forest, a ^laiit in Nircni^tli, rho' the e'la and beech arj adiaio d by a. I Xi) niM'.h wind nor host can aitluencc the vat. .\ii ornament stately ai ava-nue nm-i, With storms and strong hurricanes, Jiravely ilo war. .'•I ■t •'n. •M' > j !5 .■■! • 1 REMEMBRANCE. I ask rcnH'tnhramx' uhcn inoniinu's si.ii Risf ill s|jlciHl<>r our ilu- railli, I ask the same when tuid (la>'s ray Adorn and tzuild ihu lioine and^huartiL Thoii^ht'^ I ;isk, win n silent mL',hl I hrv»\vs licr inatitlc o'l-r ulcii ,\iu\ slifMin, W'licii ri|i'linu t)iu(.)k tlows with its inii.";!"!!, When pillowcci on your coiu li m difuii' kon)enil)ranci' I ask while youth adonis Ihy handsouir hrow and clurk m l'l()on>, While now voi:r lilr is in its morn, l.ei iiic II) your Uieni ry loom. I J>k rememhranrc , w!m n a«;e creeps o'er Thy !j;eiule frame and dulls thine e-ye, V\ hon in thr r;;id ii'u'ht ol )'our hf' (mii-<» more I ask rememlaanci- ti'I the da\- you'll die. n''^ Si) ST. LAWRKNCE RIVER Most itii[K)itaiil stream incandi.-nn^ Into ocean's billowed < rest, * Commerce knows well nndersiandin^, Thy riviM-v: vnliji- \\\\(, m i[\:\\\\ jum i I'.iir [)ictiir(..S(iiu. ^l)ecl »it waIlt, Reaching froui one to >i\ imUs wi'.!--, Mm luuiinf; in the uior/n!i^hl ^lane-L-s S(Tffesl rays across the tide. I'.iiiesl stream ol glistennig silvir, 'I'l'iini;'s a visiofi.iry serin-, A perfect spot ol rural miui'.v, \'tl mine real t.h;iM i drc ;iin. A pleasant sii^lu is n raiiee SkiiiimiiiL,' o'er tli) wit.is !«hir, While rynlhias rays lraii']ijil ^leam ( )'er the boatman oii the 'tr'-am. .V , ■ - 90 Almost every splash of oar kt sounds llic echo on the ^hon.- ; Oh, fan est nvei in SLinmier Ume, With I anoe gracing thy water hnc. How ( h.i!i};ed wlieii aiitanin lades away, '■i i! |3 f .1 !'"ro/-cn thy surface shippers delay, A slo^^ down o'er (on)merce is cast. But liien not for lon> Ai Si Diiiistan's calm hours of btudy liavo llown, 1 h< CiulijIVs Uowcr gardcu ( liuiiultclown's grown. I'.iii spot of ii:iUirc thou didst have a share, And basked in the orchard's sweet huhiiy air. i''i- SiiN l.tcss i^-. tnkiit;^ jilnre of thr sch ool^ •-11 HI \ lU look f)ack with pleusuie to college rule, M.ty ihe wur'id wear along with pleasure lo you. 1:, ihc wish ol lluj wnicr faithful and true TO THF. DOCK Aniorui ti'c cilies of ib.e world N.I finer do.'k vou'll see, tii;;at talk of .Scotland's thrilty < lyj^, Ant! building fjinrd ni.Tsey, L'.)ng year.i nuiy pass and .still I piJ\, Ships may be u'uided here this way. Ivitirc'ly lliy wurk i • known. iium Ah>ion in iriged Zone, (Imiding thy fame on r(>uyr\'utiei s liiul liUeiiditij; U> sluiw how i!i.' vx^rk ( an tic dont ■>. IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) /. 4r 1.0 i I.I ■ 50 US ■ 4:0 nuuu — 6" ■2.5 1.8 IL25 i 1.4 i 1.6 V] v^ / Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 '^ ''l.^ 6^ ;. M ■ . •: till ■• '•% ■i ^s i s Iff t. i)2 No white man liv'js svhcrc the li(.)[)e is gone, Iwer her shaft will move to and fro, luihghtcning tiie world she is fitted and strong, Regaining her strength at the dock gates I trow IN MEMORIAM OF HIS GRACE, ARCHBISFIOP CLEARY OF KINGSTON, WHO DIED FEBRUARY 27th. 1898. A gloom's thrown o'er (>ur city. There's a cypress at each heart, For our own beloved Bishoj), From him we had to part. Death's cold hand has laid him low. Our prelate we loved dear, liroken-hearted, saddened by our los-., \\(i weep around his l.)ier. Dungarven v,ell niight l)nast with pride. On her distinguished son, A lin.guist of the first 'lass, Highest honors h.' hns wcn^. < ■'Ml 93 In ManootlVs scat of learning, His uncommon talent showed, He spent years at Salanianka Where his brilliant trainintf '' I 6:' 1 '^^^ •■ .».,■■„ 1 i/j-^ ! '-..••■"' 6 yy 1 -:S'f ■ ■'! ■.'^ i.' 'i; ... 1 ';',>^ l'^.-^!^- 1 ■.•-^•■^ I "■■■ :^- I !-. i ■" .A t« ■■■ "- li ■■*■ - ■ 94 I daisies, lilies, roses bright, All k)V(j 10 blossom in thy lii^ht, They seem down cast when thou hast flown, One watch the other pine alone. \Vhen shines yon glittering noonday sun, The Inisy bee doth hum and hum, The forest choir resounds afar, No chilly blast with them make war. DEATH. •All briglUness from the eye de})arts, Mini seems all things now, A stifled lireath, dull throb of heart, Death's messenger art thou. .Is this death How icy then the hands become. The body seems like lead, Careless thou art to things of earth, A helpless form strength fied. Is this death. 95 \ cold, cold touch comes o'er the frame, Summer sun seems cold, Tho' youth be standing al your side. One's feehle as if old. Is this death. Nothing attracts the once bright mind, Heavenly visions rise. When leaving fondest friends behind, \'ou view yon Paradise. Is this death. FAREWELL TO NEWrOUNDLAND. Adieu dear Terra Nova, W'here first I saw the li"ht Of Heaven on earth's plantation, 1 )avvn on me fair and bright. I-'amiliar scenes I now must leave, \Vherc oft I trod in youth, I tr)- to smile but still I gnevc. My schoolmates seek to soothe. v: ■ll- 'I ! t ! I • I 1 w ■ V'" ;' ■■ -* 'ji ■ ■■*,.- 1 ,•.? -y*' ■^ '■■•' *"! -(.■.■ ■> ■J '■; 1- ■ 96 My heart is snd to say good-bye Tc) life long friends of mine, To the land I love and scenes so dear, And the friends of Aiild Lang Syne. To rural wanderings I bid adieu To rustic visions that once were bright, I trust lo meet '.iome fr'ends as true As those I leave behind to-night The past is linked in memories That ne'er will be forgot, I ask my friends now to accept A sweet forget-me-not. TO A WILD ROSE. This rose it grows by way-side, It grows on mountains high, It was planted there by nature, Its gardener is the sk)'. '■itiatii.: w •t't 97 The dew of Heaven nurtures it It blooms in forest lotie. And charming to admire. Is this sweet rose full blown. It oft times bloom and pines away. Unseen, unknown by man, l!)xce[)t by Him who sees each day, The entire world and ^can. Fragile blossom how I admire, Thy innocence and worth, Each leaf of thine my heart inspires. This little bloom of earth. Oh ! sweetest of all blossoms,' Is this fragrant wild, red rose, It's the beauty of the wildwood, Wherever it blooms and grows. & Wt- k H il j;t i Hli i| i a)| Shbi : ''.'1 ■■ ■■ .< I & .•*^ii s| ^ 'I ,:.; V*! ■'■: -I'i^i * , ■ • .■.«-.-; ,»■•!■>■ .<■«..• : : ■,:-■■:■. 98 Ii hlossoms so swcclly, this wild, red rose, The forest's cjueen and pride, It ripens as the /epher blows, It's seen in woodlands wide. FAREWELL TO S. S. SIBERIAN. [•'arewcll thou Allan liner. For awhile you leave our (^oast, To plough sotne southern waters, More genial clime can I)oast. When gentle spring is with us, And Aurora opes the day That's set down for Siberian To come again this way. \; i'our commander, purser, engineers, We'll welcome horn the sea, God speed the good Siberian, In Atlantic waters free. i{i 99 '\Vhi^n (lro[rping anchor near other shores, Moie taking to the eye, ^'.ast a straying thought on Mfld., Ami the famous liarbour buoy. Sibcnan ihy hnes I often view. No other hner half as fair as you, Cotiunanding staunch with Neptune well may deal, Jiold iron bow and well pro()ortioned keel. WELCOME NEW YEAR. WclccHiie New Year, We hail thee with delight, Sliinc smoothly on our [)athway And shield us from all strife. May it dawn with prosperity O'er every hearth and home, May every day bring sunshine, And love our thoughts enthrone. ^■^:,tl: V r i] f% .. '■ -ji \f\ f m •VI 11 •>. ,i-'v i ■ 1! Ml IOC) U'e cannot (latter ninetj'-niiie, Till ended it shall be, We will tell you this lime twrlve nK)iiths, If it served us faithfully. CHRISTMAS Here the fjells are chiming Christmas is come, vSee the Yule log burning in cveiy chenshi;d home, The mantle in the chimney with stockings gaily decked And Santa Claus expected at morn no iiopes arc wrecked A pretty doll, a chatter-box, They all shall have their choice, And Christmas after day light, How their hearts will rejoice. Some will enjoy a letter From friends across the main, They'll come from Britain's far famed clime, And Uncle Sam's domain. F lOI STORM. ("old is the north wind, Witli hail and siunv, Impeding the traveller Where'er he may go. Stir up the fire, How the wind moans, Jack Frost is with us, Put on more coals. Hear the storm rattle, We list to its roar, I'he treacherous waves dashmg Wh]] fury 'gainst shore. The storm rushes onward, The wires are down, No message this forenooii From outport to town. St <■«' !:•: 0' il M'I. j k . ' ft' . ■ 'I. ■ 'i'j •■ il '*!' ' W in W "it 7't' W 111 ..jV"' ■i-'-\ i'.v 1; > r o^ Tlu' trees are uprooted, And loud howls the wind, The Lord help the tr.iveller, 'I'he sleet will hiiu Mnid. The storm is abating, And glad are all hearts, I'ur this aie we waitnig 'i'he lead cloud de[)arts. TO MOTHER. Slei^ping peacefully mother's now, We are left to mourn her lonely A mother's smile, a mother's voice, Jf we could own how we'd rejoice. I death's cold hand snapped from our gra>[), Many years now in the tomb, And silently now slee[5s her last, Long sleep and leaves us here in gloom. ^\ I U.'arnt.tl our prayers beside 1km- knee, When (Moiids spread o'er the (.-arth at even, She taught us to aet faitlifully A good example to gaui Heaven. Her voice is hushed that we loved well, Those swt.^et li[)s stilled thai used to smile. ]v-u:h day we hve her memory dwells, On her we ponder all the wlule. MUSIC. Thy soft notes float around thu heart, Thy melody will ne'er depart, Til}' sweet strains calm the troubled mind, And soothe all gnef leaves care behind. Music's harmony is surprising, Its heavenly sound enthralls the soul With what rapture I list thy soft cords, On my heart engraven, yes, as if scrolled. if ,. r . M i Hi S5[pt ;,.:•■ fe"'' U-: li • V'- Mr ... . •;? ' A „ :> ■ M ■ r M 4:-«, t'ti •' • 'J • '. ' ■ ;. 1i .1 "■ ,■ i f ■! it ■,.< '■I ■,:'. ';■■■ \: 47- ;■, ro.| Thy sweetness makes glad the student. As he toils up the ladder of fame, And step after step of that ladder, Me tries to climb for a name. In this great world of competitors, Where each one the other surpass Music there's hallow around thee, That clings to one fast. When ont; is down cast, troubled or worried, There's solace in music to find. As you play o'er some dreamy old nocturn. Unconsciously calm comes the mind. TO M. ON HER MARRIAGE MORN, Today may the sun shine on thy brow, May thy path in life be smooth, May the heart of the one thnt c-laims you now, Ever constant prove. itk^:. m 105 'I'hy marriage inorii has dawned fan. A signnl of good luck to thee, The sky is blue, no clouds appear, Nhiy your hfe pass on trancjuilly. How anxious is ihy mind de:n- friend, 'I'hat this day's sun should shine out Itright, Its rays with haj)piness doth blend. And guilds the future witli spa!l.h;;g hgl-t Theirnless may thy path for aye d».;ar, l^rightest smiles thy lot to share, And may the heart you own to-day, As time goes on grow thrice as dear. PARTED. I'nrever m my mind thou'lt live. Dear friend, tho' gone from sight, Thou has made life all pleasure, W'ithout thee nothing l)right. ii;: I ^li^ 106 The halcyon clays wc oft did spetid, Ne'er can we recall again, Bui inem'ry calmly, cooly lends, X'isiotis for aye we'd feign. There's naught to do but dwell upon The severed links of chain, As one would look on cloudless skies, In storms of hail and rain. Tn other climes thou rovest far, Unseen by those you knew. But thoughts steal like a guidnig star, 'Neath the heavenly vaults of blue. I^arewell, but should we ever meet, I'll praise the hand of fate, With what rapture I'll thee greet, Content on time to wait. .T'i* 1',^ 107 THOUGHTS ON H. Oft have I, unknown to thee, (la/ed on ihee with ecstasy, Indifferent now to Li;lances gleamed, Admired, ihou you little dreamed. Where'er your footsteps care to move, I'll look on thee with eyes of love, 1 see thy form each day in life. Amidst the current, busy strife. Adnnred, unconscious, you walk along, Joinii^.g in the Inistling throng, If you ever scan those lines, Let friendship linger at all tunes. Tho' dearly loved, thou'll never knov/, For thee a heart heats to and fro, i'hou livest constant in my mind, That's hid from thee, to that thou'rt hlind. i ■./■;■>«' ^.. 108 TO AN AUTOGRAPH My poor time-worn autograph, How once I admired, And do sti-i tiie same as 1 did long ago, ]!ul the leaves seem all faded and I am also. ''i<-'^i ,*'"^ Subscribers were many and some very canny. They told some wee fibbs as they i)ennc- ■ ' K'- •■• !'■ ■S 'j; ■• < :i k'^' ' n ■;fc ii 11 ■■'■'^' ■I i ■ I. (--, ■:f^:^- «,';•- IB', I lO Tread i^etulv down the sanded walk, Amid the tombs of those wt.^ loved, Whisper, not loudly, let us talk, Gently on tiptoe let us move. Belvidere is now the home Of our beloved dead, Oft those walks in summer days, In life their feet did tread. They've now become members Of the tomb and in peace sleep, Let roses deck and daisies spread, And willows o'er them weep. And let the rain when no one's there, Shed tears on mother earth, Tho' in the dead city, Belvidere, They are remembered round the hearth. r !t>l, i: I I 1 FIRE. Oh, treacherous, roaring element, A stern master if thou could, You'd rob us of our granite homes, As quickly as if wood. Thou art an necessity to man, But still a fell destroyer, Tho' oft times master if you can A valued servant fire. A master thou should never be, No mercy do you show, I would not care to trust on thee, Thou know'st not how far to go. Thou art a terror to the poor man, Who insurances can't pay. He dreads to lose his shelter, By fire fiend's dreadful sway. &] ■. .;. ■.■'»,. I ■V i - .f • : '"1 ;?•.■■■' "■??■ ..■••r^ '• ■'*■'.■, '^ m ,-■( ■ ^ ,^ , i; v.- ■..■■■ I 'ft ,» r 12 The rich you greatly iigitate, Tiieir princely halls they prize, Destroy with hnste their grandeur,. l-Jefore they realize. WANDERER RETURNED How glad 1 am again to see The old friends of my youth, U'hen as children we played joyfully. In innocence and truth. Children, when I left home, They do not look so now, All are men and women grown, And care shows o'er each brow. Home, how sacred is the name. Held by mem'ry sweet, Far lands you may try for fame, But still leave incomplete. II ^'3 One toils along from day to day, With a .siuh he thinks of home. And the friends you love tho' from ttn.-m you're moved Wherever you may roam. I'll stay me here in the land I love, On our dear Isle by the sea, Till it pleases Him who rules above, I'Vom this mortal sphere take me. THE PILGRIM He leaves the world's fierce, busy strife, In a lonely forest finds A peaceful calm, tho' full of life, All gaity leaves behind. The summer sun shines brightly there, Cynthia pours forth her light, Those are comfort to the Pilgrim drear, In the forest lone at night. — it , m 't ;S .-.•= ^i: « 14 The birds flil oti from tree l** tree, Their song is music grand, Audienced by the JMIgrim, In the dreary desert land. Self denial to the Pilgrim, Is the sweetest relish known, He is striving to gam Hc^aven, Of this world is tired uff^vn. Oh, lia[)py one that's gifted With the light of {)uresl grace, To forfeit all the worthless dross, That fills this world so base. Tin? poor penitential Pilgrim, When he's called from earth away, To join in the Hosannas, Forever and for aye. I '5 Oh I Pilgrim, when aiiujng.sl the blfsi. Intercede for us l)clo'.v, Who ;ire toiling on from sin can't rest, In this wicked world of woe. BLUE EYES. Coaxing are those orbs of blue, 'Neath thy arch l)rows neatly shaded, They stole my heart before 1 knew, Love from this heart had almost faded C)h ' s[)arkling, tender, azure eyes. Who could say they are not lovely, One glance from those I'd give the world, I do love and think on then) only. The night we met I ne'er forgot, My heart was stole and owned b)- you, I'd love this world if thou'rt my lot, \\'ith eyes of softest, sweetest hue. Iw y^'' |,:'p; ' ■' .■■xi -3 ■•-•.■'• I 1 6 Those winsoniL' eyes, as hritj;!!! as stars, How 1 lovf, and will alway, The very soul of truth are tliine, As sweet as sunshines fair May day. 1 revel in those beautious eyes, Time passes by when gazing un them, Oh, happy hours al)sorbing flies, Life is nauL'ht to me without them. S. S. LAMBERTS POINT ON FIRE AT SEA ON A VOYAGE FROM NORFOLK, BOUND TO LONDON, PUT INTO ST. JOHN'S. Nfld. When Tvamberts Point was steaming Ahead on the ocean wide, A cry of fire resounded, Like death to the m.ariner's pride. I I Oh, awful was that dcws Id hear, ( )i!r cotton parked Ix'low, V\rc in every hold did dare, A demon treacli;^rous foe. Our coal was ourninL!. hunkers red, Oh ! what a sight to see, A howling wind, a snow storm hhnd, And no port under lee. Dismay on every seamen's face, Their stout hearts could not cheer, Hehold, their shij) d turnat;e, And land as yet not neai. Sterner grew the tempest, I'ire raged fore and aft, The danger of the Lamberts Point, The wind did plainly waft. :,?:!■ n v.? ^Bp , , iiS Day light dawned, Cape Race did sight, All hearts beat to and fro, Ere sun would set in clouds of jet, A harbor they would know. She's safe in port and thankful all. To Him who rules the dee[), That saved them from ternlic death, And in the surges sleep. THE BURNING OF ST. JOHN S TOWN JULY 8th, 1892. The summer sun shone l)rightly, All nature in full dress, Behold, the cry of fire, Made our city a wilderness. Dreadful was that July night, In ashes our city lay. The old infirm decrepit, Ne'er loved like they that day. ^.*J8^ 119 The cheerful homes they once possessed, The gatherings of a life, Ah ! awful was that fated day, To husband, child and wife. On streets your way you'd easily miss, daunt chimneys stood aghast, The very house you lived ui, Tho' our city's not so vast. \'ou'd pass by as if nowhere there, Thy heart's best treasure lay, Where many happy hours i)assed. In mind thou'lt think for aye. Help came from east, west, north and south, Halifax was the first, Scarce six and thirty hours elapsed. She appeased our peo[)lc's thirst. iS- < 'I •Mi 11 '■'.. vl 1 'V ;?/'>' t20 Like Phenix our city's rising, From ashes and ruin's gaunt, May hajjpiness dwell in ou.r Island, And the flag of prosperity flaunt. IN MEMORIAM OF MINNIE. Minnie, it seems but yesterday Since first 1 saw thy face, The gentle smile of childhood. Adorned thy brow with grace. 'I'his wan cold cheek, Once rose hewed shone two sparkling eyes so bright. But fairer still those orbs are now, In heavenly visions light. 'I'hy cheerful voice, the vacant chair, Will ne'er be filled again, l)arling you have left us, For a home that knows no {)ain. V I 2 I ll! V We shall try and sooth our grieving,' Tho' a tear oft dims the eye, When rtu'in'ry turns to P)elvidert,', ^\'c'll heave a throbtiiuLi si"h. ADDRESS TO THE MOON. (Jynthia thy rays recall the j)ast, 'I'o those that ponder on tlie days gone by, On ha{)py visions if they could last, S[)eaks to the lieart and gaily decks the eye. ('ynthia to-night when ga/ing, On thy calm beauty serene and mild, I often wtinder in storms of thunder. How changed art thou, yes stern and wild. Oynthia thy rays are cliceting, To yon trav'ler (^n his way, lliy light's a beacon to port when steering. Makes dark'nu^g night as bright as da)-. 1 1 4: il :ti i :i' I I ! 1 ■■»V' ■•.,>K- ^t --it' 122 Cynthia ihou shinest resplendent On all ht,'arts where'er they be, Vou witness all the world's flirtations, And knows the worth of constancy. Cynthia thy rays guild many a leaflet In iiiemVy's book compiled for long, long years, Thou shinest on fisher's cot down by the sea-side, Thou shinest on princely halls and lofty pecis. Sweet luminary I love thy light, Chase all threat'ning clouds away ; • Shine on fair (jueen of night, Give to the world thy brightest ray. CHRISTMAS THOUGHTS. .\s I sit thinking by the fire-side, Flashes of thoughts occur to me, Some of joyfulness and gladness. And >ome past scenes so full of glee. > 125 Tis Christmas time whei) friends arc- gathered Around the hearth stone of a home, VoLi .^ce the vacant chair so plainly, Makes one fee! so sad and lone. Every year this festive season Comes to gladden all poor hearts, Allho' froir, friends we may be severt^d, Ocean's flow can never part. Ring out yc bells, ring loudly, From the towers of St. John, Bid welcome to our new born kinL' . Ring sweetly clear and strong. This joyful feast we welcome As it comes round again, We call forth the Scripture message Peace on earth, good will to men T 1^^ ••I ■if'S.-; . «■•■■; ''-r II MV ■ >'#"■■ r 24 THE SHAMROCK Innocent, three leaves or four, Growing on old Erin's Shore, Loved by all her son's so well. In their hearts shall ever dw^.H. Tho' self-government is denied thy land, I'Vom liberty to take thy stand, Ireland's green leaf still i)looms on. That Emblem's dear to evVy son. t never met while trav'ling o'er, A heedless patriot to that shore, Each of her children loves none less. The tiny Shamrock's verdure dress. 'Tis small, but represents that Isle, That's famous for abundant soil, Those leaves are dear to Irish hearts, They shall never die till life departs. i •25 'I'hc Irishnum [)otHlcrs on Blnck-watcr, Shannon and Barron, He thinks with a pride of the Shamrock so green, It's smaller than rose, thistle or lily, And it gr(nvs by the cot of his darling Colleen. FIRST DREAM OF LOVE. As I think and look back on years that arc past, And see the great changes take place, The first dream of love; thro' all years will last. To the end of all human race. The bright, loving tales, the happy gay hoiu's. The sweet, winsome smile that^she gave, My life to me then was as swe^t as the flowers, BedcA'ed by youths rivulets lave. Oh, beautiful days that dawn imc and clear, No happier creature than I, Still I love my heart's idol, to me she is dear, We love on as the days pass us by. 126 Vcs, first dream of love, tho' a boy you may be, It will linger unto manhood's bloom, V^ou will look back with pleasure to your hearts treasure, Tho' it's laid way in mem'rv's tomb. »s a A WELCOME NEW YEAR ('ome in New Year you are welcome to all, Though the old one we dearly prize, It reflects in its mirror each bright happy hours. Which unwillingly too (juickly flics. Ninety-nine, we trust, on thy entrance. And bids us be of good cheer. Kindly grant us a few of our wishes, To meet the dear friends of last year. You are coming amongst us a stranger, We lean on thy kind, gentle hand. Let the loved ones that's far from the honu-stead. Return to their t^ver loved land. :cz=: "-(1 » r V- A iVoni uLit of the dark of the old year to-night, We welcome a new, happy morn, May happiness dwell in our hearts and homes, To eacii one and another in turn. i*j HI T WAR! Ocean thou art gazing to-day. On a scene sister nation's deplore. Uncle ham and the Spaniards engaged in affray, Thy seas will be red with their gore. ti Oh, dreadful the name of two nations at war, I'^ntangled together in strife, The sighs of the mother, the sister and brother, The grief of the volunteer's wife. Oh, woeful that famed day of battle, April, war was declared, 'l\i think of cannon's loud rattle. And see how nobly they dared. :.i! IW- I2.S I'Yiiihlful art thou iti tlur liour of strife, The' a nation with staunch volunteers, We don't hke to see Uncle Sam lose a hfe, Nor a Spaniard to shed a sad tear. War, thou'rt terrific to dwell upon, Depriving brave soldiers of life, Think of torpedo's destruction, And the Spaniard's scabbardless knife. Oh, soon may the war cry be ended, Let history extol in thy praise, May heavenly peace be extended, In God we trust let Thy voice raise. GOLD. Thou bright shining mineral. The world is at thy feet. Each day thou'rt value(^ idolised, Is anything complete. ^v I I '-f •■< =:c=:==:: I I 2 i) Wilhoul ih)' presence the world is dull, C.oininerce nothing more, Speculator's brain would feel a lull, Ho'w nullity thou art D'ore. Precious is thy name to man, Mammon thou art prized by all, Why not you accomplish every j)lan, No matter great or small. You're the lever that makes the world appear, A paradise below, 'I'he mighty dollar makes the scholar, The w\ant the world is slow. AUTUMN. Autumn's stern and chilly blast, Serves not our rose tint bower. The sweetest blossom cannot last, Must fade, our fairest tiower. li-l I30 i'>i'; Autumn fades our foliage pale, As age steals youth's fair bloom. And oft times we are known to wail, For May days. Eve or June. The cold wind moans so drear and wild, It bends our Iris tall, The tiny iily, though so mild, Knows plainly that 'tis fall. While walking through our gardens, We see plainly pictured there. That ev'rything on earth must fade, As fades that rosebud fair. TO W. Our friendship to-day is as true as the even, That acquaintance was formed by us two, We've had bright, pleasant hours mid sunshine and showers, I shared them as also did you. «i "■> Tiiiic slips along still our fricndshii)'s unshaken, Each year we see tot'riiig pine, lade and die. True friendshi[) the word can't be mistaken. It will live through all changes in the sweet bye-and-hye. May prosperity guide every step of your journey, As onward the current of life you glide through, May cares be a stranger, may you ne'er be in danger, Are friendship's fond wishes from the writer to y(-Z 11 In his sleep did water smother, ■ Him to parent's hearts so dear. But on a visit to his father, mother, Alas, he sleeps in Belvidere. R^^sa «37 Divers found the lifeless body, Sleeping as would nature he, But the spark of life had fled, By the ruthless, treacherous sea. Ne'er again will thee be signalled, From our station on the hill, Where in storms of thunder, light'ning, They list thy whistle loud and shrill. Good old Portia thou'lt live in memVy, As oft we view thy landing pier, And think uf thee with thoughts most friendly, Tho' vanished from our midst thou'rt near. THOUGHTS ON HOME. Dear land of my boyhood I sigh for the hour, To return to the home I loved in my youth, I've strayed through far, distant lands and fair bovvers, I've heard the Italian girl sing to her lute. I) I! II M I m mM [^■m km m -'If i3« No music oil earth is as swcel .is the brooklet, That babbles and flows back of Rennie's famed mill, The sweet murmnrmj^ river, the Lake Quidi Vidi, And the clear shining moon o'er old Signal Hill. Some nights I spend list'ning to artist's fine talent, I In halls where by me in thousands men stand, i I appreciate highly my chance to see gallant, The world's cultured singers in their own native land. Dame fortune has showered her blessings upon me, I've journeyed as far as Johannesburg's shore, The soft wind of Africa I'll ne'er forget thee, Thy spicy gale oft I have sighed for galore. A fortnight from now I expect to stie tow'ring, i I The spot where observatory to Cahot will stand, His name and his fame will forever reign hov'ritig, O'er the hearts and ihe homes of dear Newfoundland. * I I * I i \ " I 139 I've Nvandert'd ihrough pint^ gr(,)Vt's uf fX(|uibitc foliage, In California's orange grove daily I've strayed, Oft have I list to the sweet running fountain, In morning's bright sun and in even's cool shade. Give me my home where in childhood's sweet hours, Dearer to me than grandest of sights, Wniere'er I may wander in city or wildwood, (jive me dear Terra Nova to her s(>ns ever bright. AFFECTION. How oft affections greeting. Breaths a lullaby. To a i)rain that grief had troubled, To a heart that heaves a sigh. Affection's touch is soothing, When grief o'ercasts the brow. Or when the heart is troubled, Cheering in grief art thou. Kl--' .-M J* mm 1%: T40 Where true aflection reigneth, Peace, contentments sure to he,, 1"ho' the weary heart beat sadly. It will calm gradually. Affection is as oil to troubled watt rs^ And sooths a fevered brain, It cheers each solitary moment, As doth sunshine after rain. HOME DEARER THAN ALL. Great towns I've seen, on rare sights gazed,. East and West I've travelled o'er. On many scenes I stood amazed, Admiring nature on sea and shore. I have seen London's famous Tower^ Of which History revels in praise, And Kensington's fairest bower, Enough the brightest eye to daze. h 1 1 141 Scotland's nianuractorics vast. Her Universities where hriiiht li-his shone, And monuments to hero's past, In r..:eniory the\ still live on. The lUarney Stone on l''.rin's Isle, A feature of historic romance, And oft it's kissed as hours while,' Round which is thou-^ht t^ood luck doth dance. Dublin's fine city, her colleges of fame, And Limerick's rich treasiu-e of very Hnest lace, I've seen I. iffy roi^ by moonlight. And Shannon when ^un did grace. Dover, its valley and lofty cliffs, Its Castle Roman Saxon, Norman style, To its view the eye oft drifts, And enthralls mem'rv all the while. KV.-; Have I viewed the Wallace Thiiilleiies, Its statues of distinction, paintings rich and grand, The museums of Paris most inviting, The Paliace Luxenbourge would adorn any land. 1 have seen Spain, bright sunny Si)ain, With her orchards in full l)loom, I've seen the Dons enjoy the merry dance, I've heard the guitar tune, they seem to know no gloom, They are happy \ ou can see by a mere glance. Rome I've seen thy talent plain on canvas, I've seen thy cultured Sculptor's work of art, I've seen thy cloudless skys, I've seen thy morn sun rise. That seen from my eyes will ne'er depait. In all my travels round to my eye could ne'er be found, A sweeter spot than Terra Nova's shore, Where'er my footsteps roam, my h'\nrt is always home, In Newfoundland where I'll rest forever more. 1\ A f rcr-rr: ^ i t I I i M3 GOOD-BYE ! (iood-hyo, that word is sad to learn, Tho' oft it must be said, Scarce is the day that dawns o'er earth, P>ut some good-bye tears are shed. Those simple words, with what effect, They're ne'er said but to part, The meeting may ne'er come again, That saddened makes the heart. If we strive to gain a port of rest, Where the word good bye's not known. Among the faithful and the blest, Where all can find a home. There's a place where no good-byes exist, Nor happy hearts made sore, If we reach that home l)eyond the sky, To that heavenly golden shore. t I! dontonts, • $ j To (Jiict'M N'itliiria -. ] I To The River \ ' To .\ii ( )lil liioiu^iaph 6 i Tlu' I)\in,i; of llic Nineteenth (."entiuy 7 1( S. S. Ivitlerdam 9 I Spring II j Toiisail I >each 12 Memories 14 An Opinion on Fiiendsliip 15 To His Lonl.shi|) The Most Rev. Dr. I Itnvley 16 On Time i S A Welcome lo Sir II. 1*'. McCalhim 20 Parted 22 To The < )ccdn 24 Hope 25 \u American Mother Welcomes Her Son I'rom . . 27 T5 1 6 kS [' 20 1 ! 22 24 25 •; 27 29 3' 1 32 1 34 ;l 35 ;1 36 !: 3S 39 41 M 42 i 43 ,; 45 '! 4^' ;i l';ii\'\Vill to Ninety I ivf 47 The < iiri'iihrn.! I >is;istci \^ \\u\>\ 5^ In Mrniory of Kiglit l\cv. Dr. I'owir 51 /\uuinin • 52 To Scotland 53 In Mon.oiiiun of Kiylil Hun. \V. l',, ( iladstnnc 55 I'artcd 56 Sailini:; In Mc'.noriani of Miss McCowan riiildho'Hl ,1 1\'( A SiUnl Admirer NiL;til • • • i'cacr rroclainK'd |-"arc\\cll of NinL'ly-l",ii;lU To l-'allicr Tlu- W'spcr I'.cll To (; Tlic Kailway To (,)uidi Vidi River Toa Horse Sh(;e ■• Smilini.'; !'"aee ■ To the Sarred lieait •• Medilati'in •■■• •• •.•■•• ( "hrislmas To tlie 1 luni'ier River To a M 01 her on ih.e Deal!) of I ler < hild Suainier fnnis fanh wiih Winter Reniead)'. anoe Si. 1 ,as\ rcnce River ■lo I). M. H To the I )ock hi :.ieniorian! of His (irace, Arehh;shop Cleary Sunnner " ! )calh h'are^xell to Newlcundland To ;i Wild ::o e ■■ - 5S 60 62 63 66 66 6S G.; 71 72 7} 74 77 rs 79 Si S2 ^^3 '^S iib S8 S9 90 91 92 93 94 '>5 96 Farewell t^ S. S. Sibcri'ni Welcome New N'i;ir Christmas Storm To :\Tolhei Music To M. on her Ma'ri:i;j;e M< l'arle S. S. 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