IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) '^ w <" ce ($• ^■ 1.0 I.I 1.25 " IIIIU .i IIM 1.4 IIM 2.2 2.0 1.8 1.6 'at they may be com- forted by its perusal. They are gone from these shores — The beautiful dead — To the star-lit mansions thni^ blaze overhead, Gone silently home, oh! their sweet life is sped — They're gone from enrtli's battles - The beautiful dead. CHORUS. Then water the flowers in the twilight sweet, And plant a white rose where the beautiful sleep. They peacefully rest in their cold earthen bed, While the dear birds chant to the beautiful dead. Let the sea rise in grandeur to kiss the bright stars. And crescents of fire circle around Mars; The sky change to silver, to purple and red. We soon will pass down to the beautiful dead. Chorus. 8 THE POETIC GLOBE Roll back ye dark clouds, to the brow of the sky Silence, ye loud thunders! ye mad lightnings fly Back from my vision! through the starlight o'erhead, We'll gaze once more upon the beautiful dead. Chorus. The thunders obey. Now the clouds roll apace. The wild lightnings sleep, while the storm clouds embrace. Oh! God of the whirlwind, through the open- ings o'erhead, We see the bright angels; our beautiful dead. Chorus. Oh, thus may we all- though the tempest be high, And the storm clouds encamp on the trem- bling sky. Through the wonderful light the Gospel has shed, ' Hear the loved angels, see the beautiful dead. I AND HER BUSY PEOPLE Canada and Her Busy People. SALUTATORY. We've crossed the deep where thousands sleep, Seen monumental piles, We've climbed far up the mountian's peak, And swept through dark defiles. We've stood on Afric's desert shore, Rocked on Alpine heights. We've been where Baltic thunders roar, Seen Egypt's central lights. The North Pole too we've tried to climb, And grasp the orbs above, That we might wring some hallowed chime. And thrill the earth with love. All this is past; Old Age creaps on, Yet grand the centuries swing, Though small and few the victories won, We've reached a blossoming spring. There is a land, we're glad to say. Where flowers bloom, and fountains play, Tis Canada, B'-itannias pride, Whose boundry li-es the seas divide. lo POETIC CANADA ! 1 i ■ AndsototheewegMyeurn- f " P'^^'^'^'i with all the fires th.f K in homes so dear where X^, "™ ^"•^out alloy, or b,ot:i::.'r-«"' To chaiA ' '""'°"' ^ '°^d VVhere Pen and Press w,>h Canadian heroes hoffi ^cioes, battle scarred --.eedtiit-rcist.hts. Th'e"' '« " float with tireless wing- rhere our national anthems sing In thee ,s our unfaultering trust ^■"nat,ons crumble into dust I I AND HER BUSY PEOPLE II Historic ages come and go, With summer's rain and winter's snow; Yet time moves onward as before, Freighted with changes ever more. To note the changes of the sky, The varied pictures floating by, The wilderness of stars that blaze. The leaping clouds that fix our gaze. To note each gorgeous realm unseen, The mysteries that roll between, Would be a task by far too great For mortal pen to undertake. So v/hen we turn to earthly change. The task would seem beyond our range. The grain of sand, the smallest flower, The falling leaf the summer's shower. All these, and yet ten thousand more. Put man to shame, yet we adore. Their magic power the pen inspires, They fill the soul with new-born fires. So when to Canada we come, And note the changes as they run. Our pen glides on with magic spell, So many things are done so well. 12 POETIC CANADA I I n The splendour of her Autumn days, When o'er the hills the sunbeam plays, The solemn grandure of her woods Fill the soul with pensive moods. Ah here in joy we love to roam; Here build our future palace home. Where free from tumult, care and strife. The groves with tuneful birds are rife. Here God is seen in nature wild. And loves to bless his joyous child. The far off hill-tops show his love, As well as wings that sweep above. And thus to Canada we sing. Let hope and joy and music ring. In every home o'er all the land. And virtue crown the coming man. Thou Canada of healthful chime. With T>akes and Seas for all mankind. With mountain peaks that pierce the clouds, And ships that dance with joyful crowds. Atlantic waves wash eastern shores. And west the wild Pacific roars. Southward the States unfurl the stars, And north are Artie's ice-bound spars. AND HER BUSY PEOPLE. I 3 How vast the region where we dwell, How dear this land we love so well, How bright the skies that kiss the wave, How grand the shores thy waters lave. Dear land our early fathers trod, And dedicated all to God; In fervent prayers they oft were seen. How grand their shout, God save the Queen Through many long eventful years, Victorias' reign hath dried all tears, With joy and peace she belts the globe, Will wear in heaven a spotless robe. Let empires cease, the orbs desolve, Systems stand, ne'er again revolve. Let nations shout the loud amen. Our God hath crowned her Queen again, From sea to sea, our vast domain. Was rude and wild with savage reign, One dark dense forest shadowed all. And oft was heard the wild cats squall. Wild beasts and savage yells that could Be heard through all the deepening wood, Peeled out death, hell and darkness reigned As though the scene could ne'er be changed. 14 POETIC CANADA No bristling towns, no gleaming spires> No sabbath bells, no Gospel fires. No hammers wring, no spindles whirl, No sabbath banners to unfurl. The night was dark, the tempest howled, The thunders rolled while monsters growled. No bright designs, no grand desires. No shining lights save savage fires. No ships to ride the rock bound wave, The thunders shook the red mans grave. The lightenings fire the mountains peak; And over all the wild wind sweeps. The forest sings her mournful song. The maddening torrent sweeps along, Old pines are lifted wheeled around, And grand oak trees come crashing down. Thus all was dark in olden times. No church bells wrang out gladening chimes. The clouds were black, the stars shone dim, No seeming progress could begin. Continued in volume II. i led. n. mes, Jim, AND HER BUSY PEOPLE. 1 5 So Indian do the best you can, To riEC and toil and be a man. And angels from the other shores, Shall enter in your wigwam doors. Note ye how swift the change appears, And oh how bright the coming years. The wigwam's gone but Indian lives, And all because the Bible is. No more I see the birch canoe, Time changes all things, builds anew. Age Cities rise where forests stood, Built by the wise, the true the good. Since early days scarce understood, [wood, How changed the earth, how changed the The hill tops gleaming in the sun. Echo the work thai's just begun. Grand work, to snatch from savage grasp A land like this, and build so fast, To fell the forests, cleans with fires. And build fair cities filled with spires. Sublimely stands, now look once more. And see the sunrise kiss the shore, The lakes in matchless beauty's spread, And sweetly vails the sleeping dead. '■^^ i6 POETIC CANADA The sky is streaked with golden Hght, Ships sail the main within our sight; 'I'he song birds warble wild and free, Their music floats upon the sea. The sun rides up the vaulted blue, The hills rejoice, the woodlands too, Fair ladies kiss the summers breeze, And love to dwell mid scenes like these. The sun at last rides down the west, Sweet birds sleep in their leafy nests, The twilight sweeps Ontario's wave. And lovers in the moonlight bathe. The Planets shine with dazling light, And stars begem the beauties night. Mid scenes like these I fein would stay, Until the dawning of the day, But turn we now to sweet repose. While curtained night perfumes the rose. The morn will break serene and clear, Thus may it be through all the year. Our soil is good, our climate pure, -| Our barns are filled, our food secure. The reaper smiles where e'er he roams. Thus God doth bless Canadian homes. i 1% AND HER HUSY PEOPLE. 1 7 But look once more, how changed the sky, The song birds round the mountains fly, O'er all, the sun his warm rays fling, The snows ha^^e melted into spring. Thus roll the months, thus speed the years, Assuage your grief, allay your fears. God changes all things for our good. We would not alter if we could. Oh thou bright land in all your pride, Arise and let the master guide; Thou cans't not change one plant or flower, Thou cans't not bind the passing hour. Thou cans't not change the Leopard's skin, Thou cans't not swing the daylight in. Nor stay the thunders rolling sound. Nor haste the season's in their round. Thou cans't not bid the lightenings cease, Nor rock the tempest into peace, Nor bind old orion in her flight. Nor veil the beauty of the night. Thou cans't not all of mystery know. Nor stay the whirlwind here below. Thou cans't not change the clouds that meet, Nor fathom all the trackless deep, iHlli x8 POETIC CANADA s 4t Thou cans't not stay the rolhng tide, That sweeps all to the river's side, Nor change the pathways of the sun. Nor count the planets as they run. Thou cans't not see with eye undimmed, Ten thousand blessings rolling in, How God commands the blazin spheres. How he perfumes the coming years. How God awakes the golden morn. How he directs the wildest storm. How by his ways, not understood, He shapes our plans and shapes for good. How he perfumes the wildest rose. And stills the world at daylight's close, How over all his beauty spreads. And showers his blessings on our heads. Since then thou cans't not know these things, Nor know the sweep of Angel wings. Trust not! oh man, thy self alone, God rules in mercy from his throne. Till cities vast, sublime and strong. Crowd everywhere the poets song. So swift and grand our march hath been We scarce could hear the roar ar:d din. AND HER BUSY PEOPLEi. I9 Thus have we grown thus sped along, Till now with myriod thousands strong, I^et's rise sublime and try to see, How much like God and Heaven we'll be. We may not count the shining sands, Nor bind the orbs witii starlit bands. But we can lift the fallen up. Can we not blight the drunkards cup? Canada! Thou so much cans't do. Enfeebled thousands call to you. For laws all heaven would shout to see. That blasts the cup and makes man free. Be thou that nation on the hill. Whose light the darkest home shall fill, Shake thou the wilderness of sin, And ring the joyful Gospel in. See how the land is thronged with men. How sin abounds, what grandeur then; To fire the nations with the song, We strike for God, to God belong. So therefore strike! Take up the shout, Unfurl the banner, fling it out, Let Empires tremble if they will, Our God directs the thunders still. u ^OI•:l'IC CANADA Then shall we rise, and rising shine Through coming ages stand sublime, And over all the (iospel sway, Till nations hear and men obey. GENEVE. But turn we now for change and rest, To warble on Ontario's brest, Our boat is steaming out so grand, No cloud is seen in starry land. All canvas spread; Let harpers sing, And o'er the deep let music ring, How sweet the lady robed in white. How pure the husband in her sight. We'er far from land the sea is wide. How joyous now the new made bride, How grand to mount the trackless deep, When joyous crowds and lovers meet. See how the sun rolls down the west, And dances on Ontario's breast, How twilight follows in the wake. How gently now the wavelets break. How stars break through the golden sky, How Angel forms go sweeping by, Roll thou, majestic star-lit sea, Nor pause while angels speak to me. AND HER BUSY PKOM.K |] Thus mused the bride that star-lit eve, Thus filled with bliss, thus spoke Geneve, Ker head was crowned with roses sweet, And diamonds flashed fixr o'er the deep. Her dark hair set with pins of gold. And robes ten thousand charms unfold, Sweet lady bliss without alloy. Sits now enthroned, thy sweetest joy. Her eyes are set in deepest blue. They rest dear George in pride on you. Arm linked to arm they paced the deck, Nor dreamed such joy could have its check, [round, Thus bride and groom swepped round and No trust like theirs on earth is found. Her face is flushed with heavenly hues, And brightness floods the land of blues. Her heart is strong though frail the dust, Thats hastening on to God, her trust. Dear lady look flir out and see. How dark the waves twixt home and thee. "Excuse me George, my own sweet love, I wish to see the lights above." Then flew she to the vessels side, There standeth gazing; heavens sweet bride. it II 22 POETIC CANADA She turns to scon Ontario's shore, Sayest thou sweet Angel, never more, Lo ! She leans too far to lee. My God she's floating on the sea. Thus screamed poor George, while all on board Shouted: "Let the boats be lowered," Yes, yes, they speed with lightening wing. While waters their sad anthems sing. On board the lone one gasps for breath. Strong arms surround and keep from death Dead silence reigns, all hope is o'er, Geneve sinks to rise no more. The boats return. The tears fall fast. The bride hath reached her home at last. Ontario rolls just as before, The moonlight streaks the heavenly shore Roll on, oh sea, thou hast thy way. But comes there yet the judgment day. For in the Bible sure tis said. The seas shall yield their sainted dead. But lo! Toronto's lights are seen, All eyes are strained to catch each gleam. How glad our hearts lu strike the shore. And reach our sacred homes once more. AND HER BUSY PEOPLE The daylight dawns. Oh sun arise, And robe anew the vaulted skies; Oh God, our thanks, our hearts receive, We wake to find poor lost Geneve. Twas but a dream, how glad to find. Our God so loving, good and kind, Jesesus his children will not leave. Farewell, not lost, but saved Geneve. If dreams were true we oft would stand. On giddy heights in starry land. Or sink beneath some mountain wave. Or find some dark and lonley grave. \Vhat joy to wake and catch a gleam, Of sun-lit clouds beyond a dream. What joy to wake as daylight weaves Her silken threads among the leaves. What joy to brush the tears aside. And find at home our own sweet bride; Like George, sometime may all receive. And waking find your own Geneve. 23 ,*: 24 POETIC CANADA li But pass we now to cities grand, That blaze upon Ontario's land, Then down St. Lawrence we will go, And sing of triumphs long ago. But ere we start, we'l stop to see, How happy he who hunts can be. How rover too, the game admires. \\'hile sporting round the old camp fires. How Juliett with joyous pride, Became the loving hunters bride; How blazing suns that never set, Kiss the swcet face of Juliett. How rocky cliffs and mountains Vv'ild Rejoice to talk with natures child; How woodland grove and angel wing, To honest John sweet blessinirs bring. How he who guides the sparrows fall, Sublimely watches over all. How he who counts the flight of years, Embalms our life, dries up all tears. How sweet to rise at early dawn, When all the wodd is still, While dews are on the golden lawn, The forests and the hill. A \ / i AND HER r.USY PFX)PT.K 25 To bid the shop and slorc larcNvell, And up the river s))eed, To hunt the game we love so well, And study Nature's creed. ' , So off we went at break of day, Dear Juliette and I ; The only lady, 1 must say, That ever took my eye. Old Rover too, we took along, So full ofpranks and tricks; And hook and line, so good and strong, To angle in the creeks. Our swift canoe we soon untied, And swinging out from shore, Upon the tar-off hills we spied The grandeur Nature wore. Our cheeks were aushed: how swiU we tkw With silent stroke and sure. The storv of our hearts we knew, Sublimely sweet and pure. Xnd soon we fed our bnght oth hands with pride, 'The sun in glory shone; ,.. ,10- 'ke and a !>"«'-. I've caught a pa.- .Jge And did it all alone. Old Rover turned a soniersault Upon the velvet P'^f^' vault. The sun rolled down the- Su<:h feasting none had » nnred with joy, ..vv we ha^te again, ^^^^^T'l^^oe to launch, Our bright canot '^^' '"'^^'VtheX '--- To wave tne ui 2S I'dF.'I'IC C.WADA The Iwiliiiht Hushed o'er all the skw The wavelets blent together, iirighi angels, songsters from on high, lUit hound our hearts forever, Thus slowlv down tlu- stream we glide. Dear Juliette and 1, The iar-olT mountains look with pride Into her beaming e\e. The ])lanets bla/.ed with steadfast light, I I'on our homeward march. And systems wheeled with rajiid light. Through all the starry arch. Thus may it be through all our years < >t pilgrimage below, (h-and lialK'lujahs through the s])heres, \\hilc down Time's stream we go. ThL-n let us Mnve like chosen sons, d'o hear the SaNiour's call,— ('-omeunto Me. ye blessed ones. Dear Juliette and all. 1^1 I? i 4 AND III'', '.^s^• I' KOI' I, I'! 2q HAMILTON, At Hamilton a |)ilL;"rini stands, Witl •hit( 1 locks as wnitc as snow \o h mnan ton'aii.' can tell h IS plans. How loiiif he's dwelt hclow A golden rod is in his hand: A mantle forms his robe; His name is written in the sand I'h e cliffs are his abode His hiu;h lop-boots are neat and tri m H IS hat IS somewhat worn. His words are kind; his trust in Him Who liuhts the golden mor n. W'hate'er his name, whatever his age, "He speaks of days gone by; And notes on Time's e\entful page he changes as thev llv CoiitiniK'il ill volniiic ii. \ \ :f' ^^ POEIIC CANADA TORONTO. Toronto, thou hast struggled long, With might and main and cheering song. To win a place of power and trust, Which would not crumble into dust. To build a citv which would shine With noble deeds through coming time. Thou hast succeeded; who can tell The myriad battles, fought so well. By slumbering heroes now at rest, While golden suns roll down the west, And morning light streams o'er the flowers Where sleep the dust that once was ours. Ah! who can tell how these have toiled? With name no earthly thing hath soiled, W'lth brawny arm, and press and pen. And battle shout, brave-hearted men. We picture all the days of yore. By the lights they left along the shore. These tell of stately steppings, where The victory's been, and who was there. 3« AN-n HKR w"-''^^' l•l•■"'''''•■• On..n, that beat with nafonalpride^ On what field they fought, on .h>ch .,,hev fell, by what eventual chain n^ built Toronto on the main. Contiuut-a iu volume: ii. Here we see the City of old, ^ Thu streets just ready to unfold, Vhe grand old trees, the ^-.gwa- too, And overhead the opening '''"'=• ^^,,„^ ■,V. axeman strikes, the «oods co And thus begins the slumbenng town Cashing, crashing: the wild woods fall; Incomes the sun to gladden al, \N .stward the wigwam takes s.n The rainbow dips her wings in g No more the forest hides the s«n. The magic city is begun. And now 'loronto ^'f^f"^^;,, Car lines. With Railroads hl«»f •;"„.„ ,nd Press, With School and CoUeg- J^" ^^^^^^ With parks whose monui»-n _^^^^^^ T... public ^^X^, .etreat. In shady bower, ana 1 \n volume ii- Continued m voi ^iiiiir-"'*'^" 32 I'liv: I'oi'.'iir (;i.()i:i:. Va'w ( 'itv in the hrii^lu beyond, ' "•• With starr\- skv And ninLiic wniicl, 'Thy streets enhn-ged,' thy siiils outspread, And we asleep beside the dead. What nuiltiliides will (-rowd these shores; Who'll run the Shops? Who'll run the Ston What uionster buildiniis crowd tiie Don, \\'ith LijleaniinL:,- spires and turrets on? What master liand on time en;j;ra\e, 'The march ot" thouLi;ht amonu- the bra\e? Ah: who'll direct the wheels that whize? ' And who'll coiurol the marts ot' l)iz? Dreaui not ot silence when we're LL'one. A pojiulation tentold strong;' ' "^ • Will ( rowd these shores and vigils keep, Whik' prusc'iu populations sleej), Mii;htier pens, a i^rander i)ress, ' ■• Shall tV^hi {\k' battles, seas (-aress. ' I'air ciiy otuxlay, we hail • • • 'I'hv Sahlnnhs. ;,nd embalm the gale Of Christian thought, so grand, comi)lete, In ^vhichihc Christian forces meet; 'H^y mighty scholars. „rl)al intense, \Mu>se monunieni. w. here commence. AND HER BUSY PEOPLE Fair city of to-morrow, build ! Be thou with Christian heroes filled. ., Vast thy boundaries, dome and spire, Radiant with light, flashing fire, A continent for Jesus crowned. Resplendent, Gospel truth unbound. Fair city of to-day, farewell, We hear thy chim of Sabbath bell. The thunder of thy press for right. Warriors, heroes and men of might. Ready to fall beneath the sod. Or bring the continent to God. Such is Toronto on one side. The other let the darkness hide, Or bring it to the light of day. On whiskey rings let fountains play, For earth hath lost its green and power. Without the sun and genial shower. Fair city of to-morrow, stand, However broad, however grand, Imparadised with truth and love, Replete with blessings from above. In all thy splendour sound the notes O'er every sea where vessel floats, Of Christian triumph, wild and free. Just like the heaven that is to be. 33 34 THK POETIC Gl-OBK. Fair city of to-day, thou queen, Tiirobbing with latent powers unseen, Thine Anvils, Forges, Factories ring. Wheels revolve, and thy shuttles sing, Courageous men and women fair. Conquer all storms, embalm the air. Such is Toronto — brave, immense. In good substantial common sense, ' With healthful growth and farms all round Productive, healthful, classic, sound, Beautiful in flo'ver, shrub and tree, — A thousand times success to thee. t I .•JSB* AND HER BUSY PEOPLK aivi:isoEiLii-i..'\.israEOXJs. )l ^ • LITTLE MAYBELL. The morning dawned with its trembling light, Upon Toronto's sea, ^ , And musical birds, like Angels bright, Hallowed the shore for me. I wandered long, and the time flew fast, Great ships went dancing by, The full-orbed Sun in glory at last Stood in the central Sky. While I mused 'neath the arch of its blaze, I heard the school-bell chime; I stood in the light of other days. When childhood's ways were mine. I turned, and lo ! on the slope near by. Shadowed by grand old trees, Was Toronto's school-house rising high, And childhood in the breeze. And right in their midst I soon made way, Little Maybell to find; For they said she was sweet as the May, And always good and kind. rsmnw 36 POETIC CANADA At noon she goes to the belfry high To hear the birdies sing; To paint the clouds that are dancing by, And catch the breeze of spring. Yes, and there I found that angel child, Her dinner by her side, Watching the clouds that rolled and piled Above Ontario's tide. The dainty dinner was wrapped so neat. It charmed my very touch. As I urged that she would try to eat Her fairy little lunch. I tried to hand it to little Maybell, Thinking that she would take. But out of my hand the package fell With an uncommon weight. I picked it up and untied the string, Heard little Maybell's moan. The rustle and sweep of an angel wing. My Goi 'twas but a stone ! "Oh, explain, my child, the meaning, please, Have you no food at home ? " "My father was lost on billowy seas Mother and I are alone." * f * AND HER BUSY PEOPLE. 37 * * Then little Maybell pushed back the curls ; Her tears fell on the floor; "Oh, I did not want the other girls To know we were so poor." "You shall not want any more," I said; ' ' Come from this belfry blessed, And you shall paint the skies overhead, I'll give you food and rest. "Poor child; no more on the Ocean wide, Thy father's pathway lies, Ah; how strangely o'er Time's sea we glide; Fortunes change, love ne'er dies. "See, this well filled purse a palace brings, 'Tis all for you and mother; And beyond these shores the King of kings Shall feed thy little brother." In the belfry high I stand once more. Just where the dinner fell; But the happiest child on Toronto's shore Is my little Maybell. 38 POETIC CANADA WE ARE BUILDERS ALL. We are builders all, on these shores of time, Building for evil, or building sublime, Building in sorrow, or building'in joy. Building is ever the world's chief employ ; But, build as we will, or build as we may. We're building by night or building by day. Let us build as we go, towers of light, Which blaze in the day, and blaze in the night, Fhat the world may know, by the lights that gleam, Of the beautiful heaven where Christ is seen, Of musical chimes that ever shall roll In the city of God, the home of the soul. We are builders all, on these shores of time, Let us build for the future, and build sublime. Though storms may sweep o'er the heavens in wrath, And hide for a season, our shining path, Like the martyrs let's build, though drenched in blood, And mount sublime o'er the roar of the flood. Let the thunders roar while the lightnings play In the gloom of the tempests round our way. Though darkness shall come, and the night be black. I AND HER BUSY PEOPLE. 39 There's a light along the meteor's track ; The stars shall blaze where the tempest hath riven The clouds that shadow the beautiful heaven. Yes, though weak be the heart, and feeble the hands, . . Let's encircle the earth with roseate bands, Whose perfume shall rise o'er these storm rocked shores, [doors ; Assuaging the tempest that knocks at our No heart will break, no tempest can last. So build I this song to the beautiful past. Let's build as we go, sweet temples of love, To Him who directeth the planets above; Yes, build in the tempest and build when tis o'er ! Build sweetly and grandly, build evermore ! The God of the sun-light directeth onr ways, And painteth the heaven where the sun plays Oh grand upbuilding, let it spread and rise Till stricken hearts leap far into the skies, • Till sorrow and pain shall be rocked to rest On the star-lit page of the Gospel's breast ; For the God of the twilight, the forest and wave Will water the flowers on the builder's grave. 46 POETIC CANADA SYNOPSIS OF CONTENTS TO FORTHCOMING EDITION. Preface, Salutatory, Canada, Man is . Man, The Flag, Changes, Canada of health- ful clime. Boundaries, Vastness, Victoria, In days gone by the Indian stood, his Daught- ers, Early Days, Wild Beasts, No Ships, Soil, Things we Cannot Do, House Building, All for God, Bridal Scene on Lake Ontario, Lost Geneve, Cities and Towns on the Shores of Lake Ontario, Hamilton, A Pilgrim tells its History; Toronto, its rise, progress, history and future posibilities ; her churches, public buildings, GoodTemplars, Knights of Labour; Her Heroes in the North-West Rebellion, • Public Schools and powerful Press. Parkdale, the beautiful rose in the west, Her Childhood, Temperance. The Happy Family, to Thunder Bay and beyond. A Pilgrim wanders on the bottom of Lake Superior, what he sees and finds. ' Our Country from Sea to Sea, Province by Province, all Cities and Towns in the , Dominion. Miscellaneous : Alone, The Battle of a Day, Only a Stone, Teachers a Noble Race, • School laws, Director Powers, Young Canada , on her way to School, Royal Lights from College Halls, The Student, The Medicine Boys, Professor Flip, the Weaselite, etc., etc. ALL FOR 50 CENTS. SUBSCRIBE NOW.