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I I :^ 4>. i u 1' ]n presenting to the Public the following pa-cs, hastily composed and selected from my manuscript writings, for the present occasion, I do not flatter mygelf that my Songs will find their way into the concert halls of the votaries of fashion ; or, if ever published, that my numerous at- tempts at poetical composition will be honored with a place m the libraries of the learned, but from their diversity originality, and truly British Canadian character, I feel assured they will be appreciated by a large and important portion of my compatriots. My Tales around the Stove, my Valentines and Acrostics, will be read with pleasure by the laboring, farming, and operative elas?e?i amono-st whom I rank. '^ I ■^ - «t«Ii« . ^ 1 ■i > J 4 \ 1. i t ' . i 1 i NEW SONGS TO OLD TUNES. WITH THIRTY-ONE ACROSTICS. WELCOME PRINCE OF WALES. w^tr;— "God Satb the Queen." Come all Canadians, come Welcome our Sovereign's son- Old England's heir, f To s come at our request ! Ht's now our royal guest ! Now let each loyal breast Welcome him here. Come all you brave and free Men of this Colony, Welcome our Prince. Tell him we love our Queen. If her foes nurture spleen. And dare let it be seen, ' ■ Them we'll convince. That our seamen guard the strand Our riflemen on the land, ' ^^ill guard her throne. If foes should cross the wave. Thinking us to enslave, We'll send them to their grave, Or find our own. Welcome great Prince of Wales • If foes England assail, ' Send for us here. Quick at our Queen's command We'll start for old England And for her Stran crown we'll stand, gers to fear. a2 Great God of all power and might — Ever when Britain's fight, Let it be seen. That ours is a righteous cause, , For thine and our country's laws, And grant victory and applause, To our good Queen. THE CANADIAN COLONISTfcf. jlir : — " Rule Britasnu.'* Though nations of this earth, By tyrants are oppressed, You'll all agree my friends with me, In Canada we're blessed. We make our laws, and any clause That's wrong, can be redressed. Chorus. — Let's prize our freedom, Support our Queen and Cruwu , And should tyrants rule, ne'er be their tool But vote to pull them do^vu Hove free discussion we can use — We've an unfettered press ; Each one his neighbor may amuse, And all his thoughts express. No gendarmes haunt men that's free, No tyrants them oppress. Chorus. — Let's prize our freedom, Support our Queen throughout, And when knaves get into parliament. We'll vote to put them out. We've liberty of conscience here, For Gentile and for Jew ; All men are free whoe'er they be. No odds — if just and true. No slavery — we ever see, No bondsmen meet our view. Chorus.— Let's prize our freedom, &c. THE IKISH SETTLER'S ADDRESS Tu HIS EMIGRANT COUNTRYMEiN Mr: — *'Sr. Patrick'i f}^.^ Y(. I - ol old Ireland. I pray n^ive attention, I ii! a tew hints that I make bold to mention : " Give OTCr all qua>Tols, and strife and contention, Which at home caused you trouble and harnj >ow you're come to a land where a strong skilful hand And mdustry, all comforts of life may command ; ' 'i'hen listen I pray, and I'll tell you the way— An.] li.lievo me, I well understand what I say— V.ni may each get an excellent fann. ITtr.' ill' orange and green quite united are seen, And are :>trangers to hatred, and variance, and 8p!c«n ; On my farm I'd shew every one what I mean 3Iy luxuriant green clover and corn. The wretch in this country who utters a word Of feuds, which at home only nourished discord ; (In Ireland, 'twas madness — and here 'tis absurd Won't you look to the main thing, and heed not his'wonl.) He deservcs.but your hatred ard ^corn. Don't stay in the towns, but proceed to the wood- In our cities your children learn naught that is"good • In the country, your youngest may earn his food. And his daddy assist on the farm. Then start for the bush, and cut down the big trees, Plant potatoes, sow grain, let in sunshine and^breezo : Work hard a few seasons, and then if you please. When you've cattle and arain. you may live at your ease. And you'll always be cosy and warm , 8 li ■V \ 'THE MONTREAL VOLUNTEERS jfir:—"TB3i British GRiNAunBO?." A Volunteer 's a glorious name ! It is my heart's delight, For brave men ever fight for fame. Or for their country's right ; Ermatinger, Dyde, and Lovelace, And many a man we know In Montreal, at honor's call. To the cannon's mouth would go. The little land from whence we spring, Long, long, has ruled the wave, — Shall we, her giant offspring, In valor prove less brave. Oh ! no, my boys, we without noise. Or serfdom, d- enthral, Would the world surprise, should war arise, We're the lads of Montreal. Though this fine young country we possess. Can not afford us pay, No mercenary motives From drill can make us stay. We learn to fight, to guard her right, Whenever she may call ; That the world may know no foreign foe, Shall conquer Montreal. THE VOLUNTEERS OF CANADA ^tr.— "The Soldier's Joy." Out troops had scarce returned from war, Where, with the French, they beat the Czar, When we beheld to our surprise, Rebellion in the East arise. 9 And oh ! it grieves me sore to tell, How our few heroes fought and fell ; And the cruelty, insult, shame, and fear, Their wives and children had to bear. Our veterans at our Queen's behest, Are gone to conquer in the East ; And nations round begin to jar, They think us unprepared for war. But our free-born sons who till the land, Will for their Queen and country stand'; They '11 sing " Britannia Rule the Waves," For Britains never shall be slaves. And we, though young and scarcely fit To stand alone, will not idly sit ; At our Queen's command we'll quickly come, To support her dignity and crown. For oh ! we love our country yet, The land in which we first drew breath ; Our gracious Queen and liberal laws, And would die or conquer in their cause. When drums shall beat and trumpets call The Volunteers of Montreal ; And when the bugle's notes shall swell To call the rifles of Sorel. To the trysting place we'll all repair, In our steamboats gay, or railroad car, — With hearts resolved to bravely stand, For our royal Queen and native land.' Oh ! then Toronto's loyal sons, With their small arms and field guns. Will come with such a thrill ino' cheer That will appal orr foes to hear. I t 10 , t I , V Glengarry's bonBcls will be there— The pibroch makes our foes despair ; The meed of praise will ne'er refuse, To the brave McNab and Highland trews. For our foes know well when e'er they hear, The slogans notes strike on their ear, That they shall have hard fighting soon, If they stand their ground 'till the Scots come on. And the English lion stout and bold, Will like a bull-dog kc^p his hold ; And to Pat a charge is glorious fun- He 'd rush on ten just as soon as one. Though Dons and Austrians should unite, And French and Yankees should us slight, We'll hold our own as in days of yore, When the world menaced us before. Now let all who love our country dear, And \vho don't despise a Volunteer, Unite with me in three hearty cheers. For our Queen and Canadian Volunteers. -0- THE SOLDIER'S WIFE. (Written on the occasion of a collection being made for the T»»- triotic Fund.) jir .— « The Gibl I Left Behind Mb." Though the cold north-easter fiercely blow8, And winter'? ' awmg near us, We disregard the drifting snows, Because we've much to chef^r us : We have a peaceful fireside. Kind friend or loved relation. And if we manage all things right, Small cause for much vexation. 11 And while our pleasures we pursue, As Christmas is approaching, Let's think upon our tars so true Upon the stormy ocean. Our soldiers on a foreign shore, In midst of wars alarms, Far from the loved ones they adore — Troni wives and sweethearts arms. And if we now could take a glance At many a mourner's dwelling, [n England, Ireland, Scotland, Franco, And mark the grief that's swelling The bosoms of bereaved wives. Their orphans sad condition. Their loved ones having lost their livts, While curbing proud ambition. Or now before Sebastopol, And working in the trenches, Exposed to grape, and shot, and shell, Chill winds and rain that drenches ; Nor certain what may have befell The dearest ties that bind him, — His bosom oft with sighs does swcM For some he left behind him. And as he plies his toilsome tjisk, The bills around him flying, He sees young Sandy, Bill and Jack, Lie wounded near and dying. He hears poor Pat's last breath exclaim, Tom, write and tell my Mary, I died while blt^«ing her dear name, For oh ! I love her dearly. I 12 I mind how blythe I went to church, To wed my youthful 3Iary, But now I leave her in the lurch, The wife I love so dearly. Poor girl, she'll ne'er again go home, She'll range the world rather, Than meet her kindreds scornful frown,— T stole her from her father. i ■1 SEBASTOPOL. (On collection being made for Patriotic Fund.) jlr : " The Minstrel Boy." Our countrymen " to the war are gone, ^^ In the ranks of death you 11 find them , If the Ozar's best troops were their foes alone, I'd sav, mv friend's don't mind them. For they've valiant hearts and they've courage true. And they prize our nation's glory, \nd Sebastopol they will soon subdue, And their names shall live in story. The English, firm as a rock. Will repel the tyrants power,— \nd the Scots their post have ne er forsook, Though shot around them shower. And when the foe their sabres draw, Or pour their deadliest fire, J.et the Irish charge with a wild hurra ! And they'll make the foe retire. But sickness lays our heroes low, And leaves their wives to mourn ; And their gTaves are made in Russian WlOWy From whence they'll ne'er s-eturn. Then let us hand and heart unite •" Their grief and pain to soften, And every one bestow hi? mit^ On the widow and the orphan. THE IRISH GIRLS {To Miss C y. with a Valentine.) Air ;— " The Land of thb Shillalah for Me." Some folks may accuse me of folly. And others pronounce it unfit. To write about love to Miss C— y To shew off my talent and wit ; But 1 promised the charming youn- creature— Altho she can never be mine A letter should certainly reach her. Containing a nice Valentine. Miss C y's as sweet as May rose:*. bhe s gentle and soft as the dove ; And the clown is an ass who supposes. That I could refuse her my love. For bards love the beauties of nature As seen in earth, ocean and skies — - And iri maids, when love beams in each feature And conquest flash forth from their eyes. ' Although my pretentions be folly. You see I'm an Irishman born', And cannot help loving Miss C \ % ^ Tho' sure to be treated with scorn. I've wandered all over creation, Three parts of this world did see, But of maids who grace all other nations. The fair Irish girls for rae. j SEQUEL TO BOB MURPHY'S COURTSHIP. Mract from manuscript volumes of " Tales around the Stove " With tapering masts and yardi so trim, Like some gigantic living thing, You see the " Russel " rJo-hty-four Waits to convey us from your shore ; B I I ■'Vi ^ I 14 ll And we for full four months and more. Shall bear the winds and waters roar, And buffet with the boisterous sea, That bears me far from love and thee. The maid dejooted, mute, dismayed, Had listened, jind at length she said, And must we part ? and must you go, To endless wastes of ice and snow ? Where for six months in every year. No trace of verdure does appear, To glad the heart and cheer the eye, — Alas ! 'twere better far to die ! ! Such is our lot, we now must sever, Adieu, sweet irirl, farewell for ever. ] THE LOVER'S PARTING SONG. Say, when at eve in myrtle bowers, You breathe the perfume of orange flowers ; And tune your gay guitar, When memory speaks of him who roves, In distant lands, and how he loves To hear your songs of war. Will not your thoughts and wishes flee, Far, far beyond yon shining sea, To cheer my icy home ; For dearest, I shall think of thee, • While thought shall last, or memory, Wherever I may roam. I u Alae, that cruel fate should sever Tw^ hearts thus fondly linked togetlicr ; Your father's stubborn pride, My wayward fate — T nannot stay-— My country's call brooks no delay, "Farewell, my more than bride. 15 Think you, alas ! I'll e'er forget. The youth who at my feet did sit. And heard my s;ay guitar-, Who did my vocal powers praise. Oft as my feeble voice did raise, My u'lntry's songs of war. 1 ou know full well you've won my heart, Oh ! cruel fate, we now must part. My father wont relent : When Pemitrula pines and dies. And 'neath the turf her body lies. Too late he will repent. Farewell, may heaven be your guard. Promotion, honor, your reward^ And happiness your lot ; Wherever stationed you may be. My heart's best love will rest with thee, You'll never be forgot. 'Twas thus we said our last farewell, Our grief no human tongue can tell, We were so broken-hearted ; Ours was indeed a piteous case, We took one long and last embrace, And then for ever parted ! Heart-sickeniug words, farewell ! adieu ! We soldiers well their import knew. When e'er our countries call ; Friends, parents, wives, we leave to mourn, In sorrow for the absent one. ' Lest he in battle fall. And such has ever oeeii my lot, ' Since I !iavc left my father's cr>t, By fate destiiuMl to ro:ini ; By former tViends despised, forgot, [ lizht upon some beauteous spot. Fir from uiy nntive hnaie. •s '6 : i- ■v- ;■£■■■ And should kind heaven, in merdy send, Howe dear and f»yinputhizing fri^d,- * To cheer my strickenH^eart , ',' * . How joyously the days pass on;V We scarce can count them e'er fney'rc .^'one, How painful then to part. . * . Alas ! and has it come to this, . •' • , And must my sweetest cup of blis^ ' "" • 1^ ever drugge4 with gall : Farewell to the lonican Isles,* And to my Demitrula's srtiileJ;, To hlippiness and/all ! • YOU'RE A DEAR WIF^.TO MB. Jir:— "She'c *a Dear Maid to Mb." Dear Lydia, I*adoTe you, Tho' with twenty maids before you I have courted, as I told you Love — and some were kind to me : But above all women born, I idolise your charms, I'll fold you in ray arms, You're a dear wife to me. Tho' Mary, Jane and Kate, I can't bring myself to hate, For at early morn and late At night, those maids 1 went to see But since I saw my darling, I despise all others charms — . Come to my loving arms, You're a dea/ wife to me. I have placed my love on you, Asd for ever I'll prove true.- - No other maid can woo Me— or win my love from thee ; ■%' :■ 17 lior your charms are so lare, . You're so lovely, kind and fair, . I rejoice Uiat inine you are, ' v' You're a dear wife to me. Since y -« became my yrife, I've beeu free from care and strife ; The remainder of my life, My love, we'll live in harmony If' sorrow should assail us, T Or*pain,"ior€ickness ail us. Fond affection' will sustairi^us, You're a deaf m^ to me. -0- THE. POET TO HIS WIFE. ^uffcred from her cousin Bess. It calls to mind the Bruce and Wallace wight. That gallant brave and much lamented knight ; Argyle, Lochiel, and many hundreds more,'' Whose fame does honor to their native shore, Macdonalds of the Isles, and Armstrong, To name the clans, would take me much too loner • Down from Caen Moor unto Culloden field, ° Where Charl'c Siowart's troops were forced to yield. The higtory of one of those brave men, Demand the powers of a more gifted pen : Twould take a Burns, or a Walter Scott, Or folk with more brains and time than i have ^ot • Xo marvel then— Scotch heroes crowd so fast *^ ' On memory, that the theme I quit at last. Auld Scotia, though I never saw your shore. Your patriotic warriors I adore. Beaten — but unsubdued — in freedom's right. Next C.dy they quickly mustered for the fight. Those times are passed. Perhaps you'll think me silly For sen.img you this sprig of heather. Willie, To d«ck your bonnet on Saint Andrew's day,' When with your counti-ymen you're blytlie and ©ly • lell them that many a valued friend 1 know. ^^ To Scotland, birth and education owe. Old times are passed. Thank heaven tjiat peace and order Arc now established on the Scottish border. The Highland dames, for lack of meat or fi?h. No more serve spurs up in a covered dish. The pibroch plays no more at chieftain's order, To martial clans— blue bonnets o'er the border : No cow-catcher« in Scotland now appear. ' ji . » I9K* :*'..,:-:^. ■ - . ^'^ 2 \ i Save on the railroad cars that travel there. The thieves of Liddesdale are dead and gone. The border Armstrongs are honest grown. The beasts in Durham and Northumberland. Safely lie down, or in their pastures stand. Dunlfries, Carlisle, and Jedburg fear no barm. No nicrhtlv fray or forray them alarm. TLf& Paisley, BeWick Clyde and Tweed. Glasgow and Aberd'.en are all agreed That trade, industry, commerce, peace and ordei, Are better far than feuds upon the borde^^ Tho' thirty summers passed since 1 lett home To wander through a friendless world alone. And thirty dreary winters altogether I sympathize with those who lovo the heathei . In history, or tradition, I'll not say, ™"h Jhen Scotch settlers first came here to .tay. They hetvther plants, or seeds, brought here to sow, And wept wben they found out it would not g^o^^ TO KATE. De?r maiden keep the heart I tender, A tort sweet liate, that's all your own. Other maids may seek to bend you. Each may claim it as her own. Yes, dear Kate, I own I've wandered. To each sweet flower like the bee : My former time has all been squandered 'None could fix my love but thee. Nay, dear Kate, you won't refuse me. Had T seen your fiice before, All the maids who now abuse me. Ne'er could lure me from your bower Accept, dear Kate, tb. vows I make you. Ever to be fond and true , Dearest, I will ne'er tbvsuke yon. All uiy love is fixed on you. 23 ZOE TAKEN TO HEAVEN. oiir .— '' Nei.lt Gray." There's a small green mound in the Cemetery here. The west end of it is marked with a white cross, And beneath its verdant bosom they have plavod my Zoe dear And alas ! I now mourn for her loss, — Oh ! my own Zo6 dear, Vour sweet voice no more I'll hear. And I'll never see your angel face again, Nor receive the loving welcome, That so often me did cheer, I With your friends I now weep for you in vain ! — hly Zoe was as radiant as an angel, and as fair, She was artless and innocent and young ; [hair. jWhen my h'^'^rt portrays her form and her glossy golden Oh ! I sigh for they placed her in the tomb. Oh ! my own Zoe dear. How I mourn for vou here, [When I think upon your fond and gentle heart. And the loving cordial greeting, That so ofton did me cheer, [Alas how I grieve that we should part. piy Zo^, in that summer when death's angel hovered here, 1 And directions to take loved ones home were given, L\s she was too pure and beautiful for this one lower sphere. They have taken my Zoe dear to Heaven. Oh ! my own Zoe dear, I shall never see you here, shall never more be solaced with your love. But with bright and happy spirits, In a bright and happy sphere, shall hope to join my Zo^ dear above. )earest Zoe, in those mansions in the pure and azure sky. Where the bright and happy angels dwell in bliss, )n this our earthly planet do you ever cast an eye. Or hear the ardent wishes we express. £ ^^ 24 Oh ! my own Zoe dear— do you pity my despuir, Or the grief that rends my fond and loving breast, Or count the scaldinir tear drops that I shed for you my dear. Or the sio;h5 that niijhtly break my troubled rent. TO ANNA. ^i> ;__" Gentle Annib." My heart has been wounded so often, 'Tis shattered and torn I feel ; But you. dearest Anna, can soften My grief and its maladies heal. Your sweet sunny smile of affection, Would turn all my pain into bliss ; My sadness, my grief and dejection. Would fly if you'd grant me a kisa. Then, Anna, my darling, don't smother The love of your cwn Irish boy. By sranting those smiles to another. Which always afford me such joy. You are conscious dear maid of the power, That o'er my fond heart you possess ; Then consent sweet wild wilderness flower. The hopes of your true love to bles.s. TO JANE. (A young lady ia Quebec sent to request a few lines to put in her Scrap Book.) I am told you've a Scrap Book, dear Jane. In which your admirers may write ; When Jennie and love are the theme. With rapture my thoughts I indite. Dearest Jennie my joy and delight, It puts my hear( all in a flutter, To think in your Scrap Book I'll write. The languaffe ray tongue dares not utter A-^. k-r,] 25 But the love that consumes my fonj heart. My unpraGtised pen cannot tell, Oh ! why were we destined to part ? Ah why did you go from ^jtqI ? I cease dearest Jane, for your Book Of Scraps must be full before this; For each beau on whom you deign to look, A slice from his bosom will miss As for my heart, youVe stolen it all ! With grief the sad story I tell ! Say, won't you come back in the Fall, And reward your sweetheart in Sorel ? THE PIC-NIC ; OR, THE SEAT OF WAR. 1859. As lovely Lucy, scarce sixteen, And Tom and Mary, Sue and Dick. Did wander fo/th across the green, One summer's day to a Pic-nic ; Accompanied by many more Not less I'm certain than a score. Of lads and lasses blythe and gay, Papa's and mamma's all intent To make a festive holiday ; Among the woods away they went i Their servants followed in the rear ^Vith baskets of delicious fare. i'j- '^W. And as in troops to gaiu 80ai« view They went, the witty drew forth cbeew, WTiile others wandered two and two, Lads whispered love to willing eam; And others talked of news from far Just reached us from the Seat of War. Matrons looked grave, and shuddered, As at a retrospective scan, They saw the multitudes who died At Balaklava, Inkerman ; And later as the papers tell you, At Solfarino, Montabello. Where the great Emperor of France With many thousand valiant men. Boasting that liberty he'd advance Marched there— and then marched back agam , And left Italia's sons hearts sore, Their chain much tighter than before, •Tis strange said one through Europe wide. So many men should go to war, To gratify tho lust and pride Of Emperors ani a despot Cwr ; And like wild beasts each other tear In an rnchristian fiendish war! The multitude must all be fools To stay in bondage to one man, Tie blindfold, willing, wicked tooli His pride and avarice to sustain ; - We would'nt stand it, Bill," said Dick, « We'd show the Czar a Yankee^trick." k t7 Shameful tliat that small but fine country, And beautiful as God has given To favored man should not be free, But Piiest, Despot and Pope, governed, riddea, Tramped on — hedged round with tyrants steel, What mast her few brave Patriots feel ? But now the merry village bells, Proclaimed the hour of prime. The party, so the Poet tells, Sought a fit place to dine ; For some felt weary, some were hot. And each an appetite had got. Beneath an aged and knotted pine, On the steep bank of the Richelieu, The company sat down to dine Where they enjoyed the shade and view. Of corn fields, cottages and \foods, And meadows and expanding floods. The waters of the deei) Richelieu, Like a huge serpent lay beneath, Curved through the valley clear and blue Reflecting houses, clouds and shade ; While various craft plied thro' and fro, From steamboats to a oark canoe. As lovely Lucy came to dine Upnn a shaded mossy bank, She did adjust her crinoline As indolently down she sank, And pushing back her raven hair, Said, " Tom, what means the Seat of War ?" M >^_ ^ 26 i^ a 13* I tboujihl ibat when the soldier fight, They stand with sword, bayonet and gun, And shout in case their foes take flight, And after them quite briskly run, With trumpets sounding, colours flying, Over heaps of warriors dying. Poctr luckless Lucy scarce expressed The above tirade, when she sat down Upon a vicious hornet's nest ; The angry insects furious grown Explained to her more clearly far Than Tom could do, " The Seat of War." To state the confusion and the route That followed now defies my pen. The screams, the laughter, cries and shouts, And jestures of the flying train, Or misery of the helpless groups Of girls with wasps beneath their hoops. TO THE SWEET POETESS OF SOREL. The Sweet Poetess of Sorcl, my respected friend having ga- thered some everlasting flowers in the woods on her return from an excursion, twined them around my hat, saying that she crown- ed me, Poet Laureat ; the following lines should more properly appear among my Hymns and Sunday reading, but as th^se may never be published, I copy them here as a token of my profound respect for the talented and worthy Lady. Dear Madam these Everlasting Flowers, Which your fair hands twined round my brow. More justly should adorn yours, A better sweeter minstrel th- a. 29 Your every stanza beaming bTig!it, With brillianc everflashing wit, All your unwearied friends delight, Who favoured are with you to ait. On ever flowing sympathies That fill your gentle loving breast, The mourner and the poor rely, You cheer and comfort the distressed. The never ceasing fond concern, With which your children you attend, Supply their wants and see them learn, Unrivalled mother, wife, and friend. The endless excellence and grace, That gild your actions every day, No trace of gloom does e'er eflFace, But smiles like sunbeams mark your way. Say then should not this wreath of flowers, In right und truth be worn by thee. It ill becomes th' unlettered brows, Of a poor Rhyming Bard like me. Yours be a bright and beauteous wreath. Of flowers whose foliage and perfume, Shall bloom through life — and after death. Eternally beyond the tomb. May everlasting happiness, And peace and plenty strew your road, Through life — and joy and pardoning grace, Await you at the throne of God. c2 iiw ,■ •?- 1^ so And may »iW«€t flowers of Paradise, Be strewn by angels o'er your tomb, And heavenly minstrels, all rejoice, " Welcome *wecfsister— Welcome Ljme" ! Oh ! come and see the Prince of peace ! The Rinners friend— the bleeding lamb ! Jesus who died to purchase grace, And pardon from the Great I Am. Ob, come and worship at his feet, No more in oold and formal prayers, Btfl cheerful now your Saviour greet, • • With everlasting songs of praise. " Glory to God enthroned above, • Salvation to the Lamb be given," May angels thus with songs of love, Welcome you home from earth to heaven,- EXTRACT FROM TALES AROUND THE STOVE JACK PIMLOT'S ESSAY ON PAPER PENS & INK One evening as I sat alone with my dear, I crumpled her sewing, her needle was lost ! This angered the fair one who said I can't bear, Such rudeness I'll call for my sister— I must. In vain did I plead, 'twas her powerful charms, Her exquisite beauty— I could not resist, Overpowered by my love I pressed her in my armi. But don 1 call your sister my dear I'll desist. > If you wish us alone you must learn to behave, [quiet, More respectful, less-jrough, much more gentle and Such conduct repeated will cau^ me to leave, [write, This room Sir — be pleased to sit down yonder and But dearest said I upon what shall I write, I would much prefer sitting clo?>e by you and chat, " Sit yonder you pest and behave yourself qui it, There's pen ink and paper go write upon that," ^Twas useless to argue — the fiat was passed, . 1 found that my tyrant must now be obeyed. So I sat myself down to my penitent task. And shall favour you all with the rhyme that I made. ON PAPER, PEN AND INK. Hail spotless paper ! grateful should we be, 'Mongst countless favours for the precious art Emblem of purity that formed thee, A means our distant wishes to impart. Oh ' is it not a boon vouchsafed to man, His prayer, his love, his very thoughts to lend, Across tJle billows of the stormy main, To his sincere and sympathising friend. Much do the rising generation owe to thee, Thy aid is called for knowledge to diffuse, On every subject— unto thee we flee — That heaven suggests for comfort and for use. ^ -. L .-!-! t i Trade, commerce, navigation, science, art. The march Sf intellect deprivcctof tuoc Tvould stand. Thy lielp- a stimulus to all imparts, . Industry Iriumghs, darkness flees the land, * ^•' Hail ! honoured paper oA thy sacred page, We read the^ct^es'otour gracious God, Vouchsafed to fallen «man from age to age, To te - -h an*d guide him on his heaven bound road. •» . Lord speed the message that is thus c. veyed, From British Isles to every, foreign shore, " Thy Kingdom Come." May sinners be dismayed. And Paganism never practised more. Much micht be ^aid of paper and its use, Much, more than I can say, but shall I then. While in its- communication so diffuse, Omit my gratitude for Ink and Pen, Oh ! precious fluid grateful may we feel. Without thee, paper would avail us naught. And thou old rusty, pen composed of steel, Materially contributes to its worth. The o-reatest mercies often are abused. And none are more so, than those named above, Had I my wil^ they never should be used. But in the cause of mercy, truth and love. Whou T finished mv penance the maiden seemed pleased Vnd commended the stanzas which gave me much buss And I thought that she did not rogret being teased. So for every line I demanded a kiss. 33 Come pay luc you vb^nj! must have my pay, You have 8et*jpe*tt> work andfnf work you. admire, I have teased you — you punished me in yoii^wn way, I have labored and now yotf nmst give me my hire. Some Critic may censure*aiid sa^^ 'tis bad taste, To mix these two subjfeot8,»for*ihat I don't care, I write for my pleasure as matters take place. And I honour my God and I \pve you my dear. ♦' You know that of learning I have but small store, My wit and my humour are only soj so. But you know that I love in my very heart's core, And I worship your image wherever I go. And were I befriended or loved by fhe muse, I would sanction no impious or iihmc.al tLin^;, Religion and love are the themes I'shoulit chose. Whenever my muse condescended to sing. -0- THE INTERRUPTION; OR, OUR OWN BRASS PAN. |I must lay down nny pen, for Lydia says to me, lat — at that pen and ink again ? — Come love, and take your tea. fo doubt your tea is good,* my dear, but let me have my way. 'lease bring a cup of coffee here mix in it Eau de Vie. fou call it Eau de Vie, said she, I call it Eau de Mort, tf you '11 be said by me you '11 never taste it more, pou know that many a man by.it has been cut down, ft killed poor old Trigan, Pat Murphy, and Tom Brown. 9, 34 1^ ! I £ Skc tera Just come and try this jellj love iu splendid I declare, D IN The very first that I have made in our Brass Pan thi- year. The firet preserves made in our own Brass Pan ! My darling wife I'm now a happy man. Our own Brass Pan ! how long for one you've sighed ! How many substitutes for it, you've tried. Our own Brass Pan ! tin did your conserves burn, And iron turned theieon black, I did them spurn. Our. own Brass Pan ! naught cuuid its place supply, 'Twas quite in vain, my love, your skill to tiy. Our own Brass Pan ! I trust you '11 use it well, And lend it to no person in Sorel, j?o. many of our neighbors here wi.l try, To borrow what they're duced loathe to buy ; And careless folks are sure the pan to smafih, For years we'v« wanted one, but had not cash To purchase it, for other wants were pressing, You surely now will prize it as a blessing. You know I lent my cart the other day. My neighbour broke it and refused to pay. For mending it—" he pay for it eh," " It was his man who borrowed it, not he," Then take a hint from this— you surely can. To guide you in the care of our Brass Pan. Now for your jelly, love, and fragrant tea. To please you I'll dispense with Eau de Vie. '36 INTRODUCTION TO A VOIUME OF CANADIAN POETRY. Entitled, " Talea Around the Stove," comprising descriptive [sketches of Foreign Lands, of Life in -amp, Garri&on and Quar- Iters ; Ecsaya, Ballads, Acrostics, Charades, Ac When war and tumult for a while did cease. And eyes that long had wept, again looked bright, And when the pleasant olive branch of peace, Agai ■> blessed Europe's maids and matrons sight,^ — Some lost their lovers — some their husbands mourn, Some grieved for sons they never shall see more. Yet all rejoiced to see some friend return Again in safety to his native shore, — Well may Great Britain thankful be to Heaven, Her soil's unvarnished by a hostile foe, While lands less favoured were to conquest given, Robbed and pointed, deeply feel the blow, — For many years a desolating war, The fairest lands in Europe had o'erspread And swept as far as Alexanders car. Or Roman legions .vcre to conquest led, England alone unco;: 'ncirc 3, grcut and free ! Her standard raised, i or conquering flag unfurled, Her sword she drew in aid of liberty ; Nor sheathed it till she gained it for the world. "When pride and avarice with power combine. And hold dominion o'er the minds of men ; By Providence awhile allowed to reign, O'er uations of the earth — ah ! who can tell, The air ount of human suffering and woe. What always follow in the track of war. That srpings from seeds of discord which they sow, I I fcskdE eS,-:nu.*i^:£i-» ; » ( LI 36 While they look ou in safety and ufar , Careless how many thousands may have died, ^ How many fond relations they may sever, Provided their ambition's gratified, A few short words proclaim their victnns clever. But who can paint the widowed mothers grief-^ The pain that rends a sonless parent s heart , What balm can man prescribe to bring relief, To youthful lovers, doomed on earth to part I shall not sketch the blood-stained field of strife- The shattered limbs, and warriors dying groans . Or yet portray the widowed soldier's wife- Her dire distress, her helpless orphans moans ; I shall not pain your ear with the sad tale, Of cottages and hamlets, sacked and burned ; Of peaceful simple peasants robbed and slam. Their wives and daughters, humbled and then spume. Mine be the task just now to sing of peace, (An advocate of love and harmony), \nd all sad memories from my mind efface. While other scenes I shall present to thee. Tis blyth to see brave men again return, Who journeyed far, their country to defend From foreign foes, who, fain would overturn ^ All they hold dear, and each one greet his triend. And when usurpingTyrantswere put down. And when our gallant troops had conquered. -I'cac Came, and our army now found overgrown, And useless, 'twas determined to decrease,— And those who fought at Neville and at Nive, At Salamancha, Orthes and Touloufse, And Eodajos, and who did still survive, ' Were on a friendless world then turned loose. Yes those brave men who did our foes subdue. , All o'er the Globe in East, West, North and South, After the final scene at Waterloo, To seek a peaceful home where then sent forth, — It happened that a number of the same ; Their names just now 'tis needless I should tell Some wounded, scarred and sickly, blind and lame. Came to our peaceful backwoods here to dwell. And soon of solitude the novelty, Had worn away — and they would congregate, Each even' in some low warm log shanty. And each in tm-n the story would relate. Of what befel him in youth's sunny day ; E'er he had left his peaceful home or cQt. Or on the march— the field — the camp, the fray, Scenes that by them will never be forgot.— And soon a village in the desert grew. And soon that village grew into a town ; Where shops and marts and taverns meet your view. And social meetings to a club have grown ; At which some of these veterans still meet. But some are gone, to their Eternal Home— The living yet, with joy each other greet, And kindly tell their tales to all who come ; And as they fill the pipe, and quaflF their beer, Hound goes the joke, the song and merry tale, Of their adventures— each in turn cheer, His comrades, while they thus themselves regale.— Twas in Nov-smber, and no matter where, In Canada,— that Dick, Tom, Bill, and Joe, Late of the Infantry, with George and Vere, ;wr<8S!r-- 3 38 m iJiA \ Met in their club room at the '' Waterloo."— A l^een north-easter raged without, The snow came drifting with the storm, While tbDse old veterans^sat about, A stove that made the room quite warm. In such a storm as this said Joe, We sailed from Cove for Portugal ; You mind the Numa and her crew. The Pay of Biscay, and that squall, That tore our foresail gib and main, And took our mizen quite away ; Oh Bill, it was an awful gale ; We nearly perished on that day. Yes, 'tis a mercy we've escaped. From winds and waves and steel and shot ; And now in comfort can relate, Scenes that will never be forgot. You mind on Easter Sunday noon, When we inhaled the mountain breeze ; ' And o'ive hard eggs to foes who scorned, Our forces on the Pyrenees. — Yes, many a field was won and lost, And many a comrade wts laid low ; And manj a gallant warrior host. Has been cut down at Waterloo. — Peace to the ashes of all these ; Pass round the beer, and tell us Dick, Said Bill — aboi: the Portuguese. I've heard Tom Gunn played you a trick — Yes Dick, old boy we all agree, That you to night shall spin a yarn ; About that blooming maid ^larie. Who you and comrade Gunn did charm. .19 Then fill your glasses, quaff your beer, And drink to country, Queen and laws. Attention boys and you shall hear, A yarn worthy your applause ; You'll laugh (said Dick) e'er I have done. He cleared his throat and thus begun — P. S.— The Rival soldiers ; or, Dick Ford and Tom Gunn'g Courtship with Dona Marie De Oliveiras— I,ife in Lisbon, will be puDlished shortly. -0~ - PREFACE TO MY VOLUME OF ACROSTICKS AND VALENTINES. In writing acrosticks 'twould difficult seem, For a clown, such as I, to say all that T mean, For a man without learning unburdened with wit, To court the sweet muse is entirely unfit. Now the secret is this, I'm an Irishman born, And should die were the ladies to treat me with scorn, And I manage to tell them my love in such measure. And language to suit-^-as I think may give pleasure, And all the dear creatures full many a time, [rhyme. Have confessed they were flattered and pleased with my 'Tis not easy to rhyme when one's tied to a letter. Before you fault min(>— try yourself— do it better — Of my poetic talent I mean not to boast. For without education on me it is lost, — So critics may censure — grammarians may snarl, And pluck them to pieces — with them I shan't quarrel, That fellow, say they, to write verse is unfit. His style is quite vulgar — deficient his wit, And hiT grammar, Oh save us ! ! how could the dull elf, Thus unwittingly make such a fool of himself? I 40 To «^uch mulignani peaants I briefly do say. My rhymes are not meant for such vultures as they, To pick at and tear— to the h^dies I write ! ! For to please the sweet souls is my fondest delight ; As I love the dear creatures, and from my heart speak And they understand me and its all that I seek. AN ACROSTICK. To our beloTed Sovereign, Her Majesty Queen Victoria. Virtuous and pious, good and gracious Queen, I fain would greet with joy your Royal.Son, Canadians will unite, it will be seen, To greet the Heir apparent to your Throne. Oh ! may they ever prize your gentle sway, Kebellion or French predclictions never, Intrude to tear this colony away, And from the Crown of England it to sever. AN ACROSTICK. To His Royal Highness Albert Edward, Prince of Wales. Assist your votary gentle turteful nine. Loyalty and attachment to declare,^ But vain the effort,— no attempt of mine. Ever could state our love for England's Heir, Royal Prince accept the homage, love and zeal. That we Canadians for your Highness feel. Encourage Britain's sons to hold their own. Don't trust the honour of your next door neighbour We know him Royal Sir-he'd seize your crown, An artful, bold, unprincipled dceciver. Rifles of England— Noblea-Commons— all, Don't fail to watch and rise should duty call. 41 AN ACROSTICK. To Her Royal Highness the Princess Victoria Adelaide Mary. Louisa. Victorious was thy race, beloved Princess, I little know of Prussia or her laws, Could I administer to your success, 'Twould please me — but I do not seek applause, — Oh ! I have served four Sovereigns of thy line, Respected and beloved they were by me, r'm old, inurm and weak, and now my time Advances quickly towards eternity. A family I leave, and on each heart Devotion to their country would impress. Ever with our lawful Sovereign to take part. Live loyally and serve your honoured race, Admired, beloved and beautiful youn*" Queen, I wish you grace from God, and love from man, Discretion, wisdom, justice, may be seen, Efulgent in you through a happy reign. May you like her of old, be meet A seat to take at Jesu's feet, Renewed in spirit and in heart, Your's be that blissful better part. JiOrd of eternal grace and love, and truth, On Prussia's future Queen, pour down thy grace. Unclouded be her reign thr'^ughout her youth, In age preserve her — may her end be peace. Serenely — sweetly, poacefal, be her life, A happy mother, and beloved wife. d2 I L U 42 AN ACROSTICK. To Her Royal Highness the Princess Alico Maud Mary. A bright and happy lot be thine, Loved, admu-ed, caressed to shine, In your high station,— sweet Princess, Countless blessings you possess, Every charm and matchless grace. May you be honoured, loved, respected, Admired by men-by God protected. Unclouded be your path through life, Pear Princess as a maid, or wife. May every happiness attend your way, ]\ll through life's path, to realms of endless day, Refulgent may your virtue ever shme Yielding you homage.-Princess you have mine. AN ACROSTICK. To his Royal Highness Prince Alfred Earnest Albert. \11 Princes should be wise and just and brave, ' Learned and humane-to deeds of mercy given, Firm to defend the right-their land to save Righteous to judge, as in the sight of Heaven Ever mindful they by Heaven's great King above, Deputed are to rule in fear and love. Earnest and persevering may you be. Righteous and just and wise your actions prove. Not prone to vice-from evil passions free. Ever the object of a N?' ion's love, So long may you in princely honour live, The plaudits of our country to receive. 43 All powerful and victorious may you prove, Liberal in politics, humane and kind, Blessed with the smiles of fortune and of love ; Ever contented, happy in your mind. Religious champion also may you be. To guard the Church our sires have died to free. '^ i -0- AN ACROSTICK. To Her Royal Highness the Princess Helena Augusta Victoria. Heaven's favoured daughter, hear the fervent prayer, England's third Princess — I put up for thee ; Loyalty constrains me, England's Heir Even now vouchsafes to come this land to see, Not learned, or accustomed to address A royal maid — excuse my homely phrase. Attachment to our good and Gracious Queen, Unfading love for England and her laws. Guides my illiterate unpractised pen, Unworthy of so great and good a cause ; Htill I would greet with joy, your Royal brother, Tell him how much I love 3'our Gracious mother, And pray Princess —you may be such another. Virtue and loveliness c^ form and mind, I trust, royal maid in you are both combined, - Could my good wishes gain you all the grace, That e'er adorned the female mind and face, Or make you the most beautiful Princess ; Rely on it your Highness should possess, . Inimitable grace and loveliness, A life of peace — eternal blessedness. /JjJl 44 AN ACROSTIC K. To Her Royal Highness the Priaceas Louise Caroline Alberta Loyalty to our Soverign and her race, On this occasion calls me to express, Unlettered though I be — the love and /eul I ever for Her Majesty shall feel. Surely Princess your grace will not contemn. Each humble effort of my untaught pen. Celestial joy and everlasting bliss» All, all, be thine respected young Princess, Rich in possession of the love aivin'^ On you rii?y Heaven's choice favours ever shine, Loved, honoured and respected may you be In time — and then to all eternity — No care or sorrow e'er shall mar your joy, Eternal praises shall your tongue employ. All 1 have asked above, to you be given. Loved by mankind, and favoured by kind Heaven ; Blissful may be your progress all your days. Enjoying health, prosperity and grace. Religious consolations in your mind, True friends — God's grace and mercy may you find. And love, and joy, and peac3 with them combined. AN ACROSTICK. To His Royal Highness Prince Arthur William Patrick Albert. All health, and happiness, and fame, Respected Prince, attend your name : Time is precious — learn now. How 'twill serve you — you don't know, Unless you learn while you're young, Repentance is sure to come e'er long. 45 V/isdom's ways are ways of peace, Indolence to sin's a kin, Learn now — 'twill gain you grace. Love and favour you shall win. In future, education is o defence, Adorns a valiant, wise and graceful Prince, Most surely 'twill increase your consequence. Prince be careful, learn now ; All your power to study [.'ive. Time the benefit will shew. Respect and homage you'll revolve. In fluence — independen ce — learning ]'>rings, Coveted by all princes and all kings. Keep close to study and possess these things. Adieu, commend me to your royal Mother Love for my Queen, attachment to your Brother, Bestirs me these Acrosticks to indite. Ever fearful of offending while I write ; Respectea Prince may you a blessing prove, To your royal parents and reward their love. AN ACROSTICK. To His Royal Highness Prince Leopold George Duncan Albert, Let's now converse, Royal boy on something new. Even new as sights that often meet your view, Or if you'd fancy something odd and old. Please tell me. Prince, now I have made so bold. Oh ! it would please me so to hear that you Loved God, your Saviour, and your parents too ; Did all they asked and wished that you should do. 46 Grieved all the folks in Caiuicia would be Ever to hear an ill account of thee. On gieat St. Lawreroe and Lake Huron's shore, Richelieu and Ottawa, and many more Great Plains and Towns, where all the people seem Even now, disposed to love our Gracious Queen. Bid you e'-^r think that you would find it nice Unchecked to drive a chariot on the ice ? Now, when it's winter, all our rivers here. Congealed arc with ice so bright and clear. And on it horses run so swift that they Never mind a drive of fifty miles per day. And all the country — far as you could go Lies covered o'er with five feet depth of snow ; Besides in Canada, seven months each year, Even not a trace of verdure does appear ; Returning Summer quickly comes, and lo ! The ice goes oiF, and sunshine melts the snow. AN ACROSTICK. To the Iu'"aiit Princess Beatrice Mary Victoria FeodCtC. Beloved, youngest darling of your mother's, Each of your royal sisters and your brothers. Awhile engaged my pen, and so you see 'Twould be unkind were I to pass by thee. Reflection tells me that I cannot find It easy, like Watts, to reach the infant mind, Caught as I am — chained i ) a certain letter. Each vain attempt more clearly shews my fetter. May you, sweet infant, grow ir grace and love, Alike beloved by man, and God above ; Replenished with the fullness of that Grace, Your Saviour died to purchase for our race. 47 Virtuous and gentle, amiable and kind, Indued with innocence, of pious mind CoM to the world's alurements, dead to sin, True to the God of Grace and pure wl.hin. Oh, may you thus from every danger free, Redeemed and ever kept in safety be ; In peace and harmony pass all your days, Always disposed to pray and to offer praise. Filled with the Holy Spirit sen , from Heaven, Enjoying a full sense of sins forgiven, Oh ! come to Jesus, he Is ever nigh, Desires to save us lest poor sinners die. On Him our sins were laid — H- -e them all Restores and saves from ruin of the Fall, Each worthless sinner who on Him shall call. A SOLDIER'S PRAYER. Great and eternal Lord, thou King of kin^s Under the shade of Thy Almighty wings, May our good Qu ^n and all her progeny Ever protected and defended be. i And as in years they grow, progress in grace. In ways of pleasantness and paths of peace ; Until Thou call them hence to crowns of love To praise Thy name in brighter worlds above. And may Great Britain's glory still increase, May she so dread in war K-i loved in peace, Where'er her thund'ring cannon used to roar, Manned by her daring sons on every shore, May Gospel peace and social commerce reign, Those ties that bind the hearts of man to man, II ^ 48 ' May all her numerous colonies be seen, To love, obey and serve our Gracious Queen. Prize and esteem her mild and gentle sway, And drive rebels, foes and malcontents away. Make all her soldiers and her sailors brave. For Thou alone Almighty art to save. -0- THE VICTORIA BRIDGE. ^Twas said to me to-day in conversation, You have not rhymed about the celebration, The very thing that interests the nation. The great Victoria Bridge Inauguration ' I'm not a blacksmith, mason, engineer. And can't say much about the Bridge, I fear ; 'Tis evident the tube is made of iron— If I were Gray, or Scott, or Moore, or Byron. I'd quickly tell the wo Id the use 't will be To folks at present and posterity. Moore took five years to write his Lalla Rook, Can't say how long Scott took to write a book, ^ray took eight years to write his Elegy ; They each wrote master-pieces in their way, But steam was not in fashion--now you see^ Just half an hour must suf&ce for me ; ^Tis known to all-I must cart home my hay. And have not time ju.^ now to write or play. The verriest clown, a cabman's horse or ass, Can see 'tis made that Railroad Cars may pass, And when they travel East, they start away. Where'er there's tracks until they reach the sea. 49 »— -, If you make tracks North, or North-East t'lcy'U go, Until the* .'^histlos scare the Esquimaux ; Throuji;h the vast regions as yet iv loxplorcd, That homes to teeming millions will aflFord. Who '1 glut the trading world in future times, With til' immense produce of Canadian mines ; And plains, and floods, and forests, and will bring, Rich presents to our Queen or future Ki"jr. And when the track shall reach eternal snows, We'll send our compatriots the Es-Ki-mo Beaux, Kid gloves and gold top canes and opera glasses ; And to their squa's those charming greasy 1: ses, Who oat raw fox flesh, bears and oily seals I Crinolines, small hats and feathers and lace ve'h^ B'eathcrs to ladies where no bird can live, \\ ill be a present worthy to receive. \iiJ only think — the merchandljo we'll bring, To London to our Queen and future King. On moose deer, bear ham and salmon they shall dine, Witli ice from the North Pole to cool their wine. I'd speak of sending parsons — education, — A boon ! ' beings in such dreary station ; Facilities to capture bears and seals, Foxes and deer, — ^.iid boats, and spears for whales, Mechanic arts, — their simpU: wants su^dIv ; And not o'ercharge them for the things they buy. But 'tis notorious, since the British nation. Bore rule o'ver this great part of God's Creation ; T'is sad and painful since our sires ambition, Deprived red warriors of their fair possession, ^ e not done much to better their condition. If yonder timid, mild, retiring squaw, / . 50 The inward feelings of my bosom saw ; The choicest fruits that's in my.cart Id give To creatures we deprive of means to hve . My gifts are oft rejected with mistrust-^ She growls and eyes me with profound d,sgust, My feelings or my motives they don t know, May God take pity on them-let them go ! Such are my thoughts at market when I sell My produce to the good folks of Sorel. I have not time to track the Western plams, Or burrow through the Rocky Mountains ver. s-^ That cars from Halifax and Montreal In Oregon may daily make a call ; With British goods and passengers each day. For South Australia, China and Bombay, Through British territory all the way, You kPOW we mmt keep masters of the sea. Without a map- -plan or specification, Or aught to give me the leaat information About the Bridge-or our Canadian nation, Beyond what I have gleaned from observation , Or reading a stray paper when I have time, I must conclude this hurried rambling rhyme,- But when I get particulars, I may Resume the subject at some future day. I have only seen the structure up and down, From Steamboats as I came or left the town- Twas a hard task, and a difficult 'tis plain. To build those massive pillars in the stream Where the deep waters with impetuous power, Run, I suppose, nine or ten miles an hour- Requiring knowledge— calculation nice 51 To tell the strength that would resist the ice, The size, dimension, temper of the bars Required to bear the weight of Railroad Cars. Each one who sees this work of art, must own The man who planned and laid th' foundation stone, Of these strong pillars, and who raised them high, Is worthy to be lauded to the sky. • •> i CONTENTS. Welcome Prince of Wales, 5 The Canadian Oolonist8, 6 The Irish Settler's addresa to his emrgrant countrymen, 7 The Montreal Volunteers, 8 The Volunteers of Canada, ^ The Soldier's Wife, }» Sebastopol, ' JJ The Irish Girls, J^ Sequel to Bob Murphy's Courtship, ; 13 The Lover's Parting Song, 14 You're a Dear Wife to Me, JG The Poet to his Wife, 1' Songs at our Club Room.— Zoe, 18 To Miss Ellen , ^ " Rosalie, }^ Impromptu Lines on Scottish Heather, - -0 To Kate, 22 Zoe taken to Heaven, 2o To Anna, 2^ To Jane, •'4 ,, ThePic-Nic; Or, the Seat of War, 25 To the Sweet Poetess ofSorel, 2s Jack Pimlot's Essay on Paper Pens & Ink, 30 On Paper, Pen and Ink, 31 The Interruption ; or, our own Brass Pan, 33 Introduction to a Volume of Canadian Poetry, ?,:> Preface to my Volume of Acrosticks and Valentmes, 3') ACROSTICKS. To Her Maje^jty Queen Victoria ^U To H.R.H. Albert Edward, Prince of Wales, ^u To H.R.H. Princess Victoria Adelaide Mary Louisa, li To H.R.H. the Princess Alice Maud Mary J^^ To H.R.H. Prince Alfred Ernest Albert, • • j- To H.R.H. the Princess Helena Augusta Victoria, 4, To H.R.H. the Princess Louise Caroline Alberta, ' To H.R.H. Prince Arthur William Patrick Albert, '• To H.R.H. Prince Leopold George Duncan Albert, '♦■; To the Infant Princess Beatrice Mary Victoria Feodore, lb A Soldiers Prayer, , ' The Victoria Bridge, '