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My father was the youngest son of William Murdoch, who was drc^wncd off Pictou Island when out fishing. My mother was the daughter of the late Thomas and Rachel Taimer, who emigrated to this country in the year 1819, from Brandon, County Cork, Ireland. In this brief sketcii I shall try and give an account of myself, as far as I can remember, from my school boy days. My birth dates back to the 26th Nov., 1836. My first recollection of going to school was to what was called the " Infant School," taught by Miss Wilson. After leaving her school, I was sent to the school of James Hogg, the most unfeeling tyrant, I believe, that ever was permitted to rule over children, for, so far as I am concerned, I must admit that whatever he taught me one day he beat out the next, and his chastisement was so severe that I continually played truant. How long I went to his school I do not rememl)er, but I know that when I left I could scarcely write my name, the only thing I was good at was reading. In the year 1847 my mother died, leaving me and two sisters, the eldest a young woman and the other a mere child of five or six years. From the time of my mother's death until I went to learn my trade, I had what might lie called a hard time, being kicked and knocked about on all sides. I can assure my readers it was joyous news for me when my father told me I was to l)e bound to E. M. McDonald for four years and a half to learn the printing business. I would have gladly gone anywhere and done anything to get clear of home, where I had no comfort or happiness. I went with Mr, McDonald, and of him 1 can truthfully say, a better master to a boy could not be found ; and as for his wife, will) was a daughter of the late James Fogo, no ))etter mistress could be found. Mrs. McDonald was but a short time married when I went to serve my time, and I shall never forget what I heard her say to the servant-girl one day. She did not know, when she was speaking to Christy (for that was her nanie), that I happened THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOB. to be within hearing tlietance. This girl's name was Christy Caniphell, from the Highlands of Scoilanefore, I returned from Boston and remained home all winter, and, early in the spring of 1857, I went to the village of Antigonish to work on the Casket, at that time owned by the late John Boyd ; but a circumstance occurred which caused me to leave for home at the expiration of three months. The cir- cumstance which caused me to leave Antigonish was, that I fell in love with a young girl named Ann Kell, and the cause of all the trouble was religion. She ))eing a Roman Catholic, her parents would not hear to my paying attentions tf» lier, and being forbidden to enter the house or to see her on any account, I con- cluded to leave, as I was well aware it would only make matters worse for her and me. So after vowing to her, and she to me, to be true to each other, I took my (leparture for home. As I have said before, in about one year from the time we first met, we were married. It was then my happiness Itegan, and I can truly thank God that from the day of our marriage to the day of her death, I never had cause to regret the step I took. She was all that any man could desire, — a kind and loving wife and mother. I do not think I ever had twenty minutes disturbance with her ; she vas of too kind and loving a nature to cause herself or any other person sorrow. One noble trait in her character was charity. No matter who the person was that came, she never sent them away empty. I will never forget a circumstance which occurred one day while I happened to be out. ^ome poor unfortunate man called and asked for charity. She remarked that «he was poor as well as himself, but he pled for money, asking it for OotVs sake When she heard this she could not resist his pleading any longer, and, on going to the till, she found that all she had in the world was what he asked, so she gave it to him, for which he thanked her kindly, at the same time remarking, " Ciod will reward you for this." And his words came true, foi it was not more than an hour after when a large num1)er r'_ people called, and after they had left she found she had just taken in something like ten or twelve dollars. It always appeared to do her good to do a kind act. And many a one she did, as many people in Pictou can testify. Her children were her greatest care ; she never tired in ministering to their wants, but always with great care, and not with an s\ 6 THE LIFE OF TIIK AUTllOH. extnivagaiil hiunl. Aa far na religion was crjiKenied, wc never liiid any troulile. I reniuinetl home until the fall of IHofS, working in llm EuMftrn C'Aro»Jie/e /JItite under the management of K. M. Mcl)f>nald, when the Stamlard was starteil in OctolK-r of that yeur, under the management «)f S. H. Holmes. At the expiration of one year from the time I first went to Antigonish I re- turned again, and eloped with a tine girl, Ann, a daughter of the lute Angus and Al»igal Kell, We were marriee appreciated by an intelligent public, I remain, yours, &c., ROBERT MURDOCH, P. L. P. Picrroir, July 5th, 1890. late the tion liiid lort ing her six ike ver tch ow far ted POEMS. THE HAIR OF MY WIFE, IN THE KING ON MY FINGER. *». The following lines were written upon a ring, eontalnlng a lock of liair of the author ■ deceased wife Annie, which he has yet In his possession. Id this ring upon my finger There's a treasure I love dear, One I love above all measure, Annie's dark and silken hair. What contains it I don't value. It's but gold, that glitters bright ; But what's now within its compass Was for years ray heart's delight. Shades -of evening .gather round me On my brow dark shadows cast. When I sit and sadly ponder O'er the pleasures of the past. When I think of her who loved me, None to her I can compare, But this ring I'll fondly cherish And my Annie's silken hair. Pictou, June, '90. mmm ¥. 10 POEMS. TO DB. W. E. COOKE, M. D. Expect nae, sir, a great narration Frae me wha has poor education, But «i' respect tae you I write Tae prove that what I say in richt. For years wi' you I've been acquaint, Ane or the ither is nae saint, What work I dae is wi' a will, What work ye dae is wi' great skill. Its aft, ye ken, at late o' nicht When sleep it closed your natural light. And wi' fatipue its doon ye're laid For service that ye're poorly paid. Aft, aft. a rap comes tae ye're door When wi' fatigue its loud ye snore ; The rap ye ken, plain words they say, •' Arise, auld Doctor, come away." When frae ye're bed ye meekly rise, Wi' sleep and stupor in ye're eyes, And wi' the caller gang away, i Nae tboeht hae you aboot ye're pay — Nae thocht hae you about ye're pay. But wi' the caller gang away, Tae try ye're skill as besit ye can To save the infant, wife or man. When by the bed ye dae sit doon, Smiles on ve're face and no a frown, Tae comfort those ye're ca'd tae see. If poor and humble though they be. Ye dinna care what be their station If you can give but consolation Tae God's afflicted wha groaning lay, Yersel' nae thinks aboot ye're pay. FOEMS. Aud when guid health returns again Tae some o' those re've saved o' pain, >ae thocht hae they aboot Tersel', Whether you are ill or well— Nae thocht aboot ye hae they any. Much less aboot tae pay you money, For a' attention to them paid When they were doon wi' sieknesa laid. T have nae doobt ye've often acen Man and wife, like king and queen. Dressed in their best frae tap to toe, But the Doctor then ther didna know. But when again that sickness come, Awa' for you it's quick the? run. The fastest horse, bis speed Jet loose, 1 he rider ken's the Doctor's hoose. Heavy and sharply sounds the knocker. The caller's breath grows short and shorter, VVi anxious care and troubled look He says, " O, where is Doctor Cooke ?" His conscience then no doubt is checket. He says, " Dear Doctor, I've neglectet Tae pay tae you your just tribute, The richt o' which I can't dispute." (Copied from the ori^nal withoat any altentfon). 11 // , HOLY JIM3IIE. . , ,'^'he/o"owlng lines are dedicated to Jmdm M . who bolieve* hlmnpif rigidly rigbteouB, but who is aetiully a gnat hyiwcrlt*. '>«"eves himself O, Lord it's thanks I give tae vou That I'm one of your cho^n few ; If few you hae, Lord don't despair, I'm perfect and holy ; I labor wi' thy grace and ^viJI, And for thy g?or%. ■■fitiiiUFHViwi im> 12 POEMS. 1 service twice on Sabbath tend, Not that my evil ways I'll mend, Nae evil have I in my heart, But thochts o' glory, But acts o' sinners could I tell — A woef'u' story. My thoughts and words, as a* can trace , Are uttered for thy praise and grace, Nae fear at a' I'll want a place Wi' you in glory, But sins o' sinners may I trace Wha' tells their story. When drinkers drink and brawlers ficlit On Saturday and Sunday nicht, And a' my pious thochts excite Wi' hellish horrors, I, Lord, for them do sorely weep And for their sorrows. Some Sabbath nicht, when a' is still, I'll gang awa wi' richt guid will, Tae keep the tongues o sinners still Frae tellin- lies. That if at a* tae heaven they go Nae in disguise. I'll tell them a' wha's sick or sicker Tae touch not any drap o' liquor. Nor gang at a' tae liquor shop, (A pious whim) ; But gang wi' me wi* faith and grace Tae sing a hymn. I ken I will advise them well Tae keep them frae the jaws o' hell ; If they should hunger keenly feel I canna help it ; But when relief they ask o' me, Awa I'll 8 kelp it. POEMS. fe ken I'm no like a Surveyor, Who only thrice a day said prayer, And wi' surprise at him a' stare, Designing fraud : But me, I'm pious, good and holy, I fear the Lord. But tae ye. Lord, I must confess, J sins commit (they micht be less) ; But me, the maker alone can guess The mixture. In composition, ship butt bolts And rudder fixtures. When the Mariner gangs tae sea And trusts his stearin' gear tae me. Though by appearance perfect be. There's a' deception. Which causes many a watery grave » And deep reflection. (Copied from original withont any alteraUon.) la WHAT I SAW AT THE REVERE HOUSE. You shouldna' think it unco' droll, If wi' a frien' I'd tak' a stroll. An' tho' the nicht be dark and drear, Vd find my way tae the " Revere." A hoose, ye ken, o' guid repute, The' folk ye'll see there iu dispute, W_ wrangling a' subjects turn, \\ 1 love and hate their bosoms bum. I 14 POEMS. There'b many hooses o' the same, And many that haa got uae name, And many that does charge o'er dear, , It's nae the style o' the " Eevere." When you ca' in to hae' a drink, Ye needna stand tae lang tae think, Ca' up ye're frien' and hae a glass, And don't stand blatherin' like an ass. There's many folk you will see there, And wi' surprise at you they'l stare, Wi' bows and scrapes and mouy a wink, In hope you'll call them a' to drink. Nae names I'll mention — that's no richt — Tho' ither folk it might delight ; The names I'll keep a' tae mysel', For a' the grogshops ken them well. I'll bring those lines now tae «n end, For fear some folk I micht offend ; When I ca' down to hae a drink, On other subjects I micht think, And if o' them I think nae weel, I'll keep them a' unto mysel ; I'll dae nae harm, tho' that I micht, I'll tak my drink and bid guid nicht. I tarn I TO THE MAYOR AND TOWN COUNCILLOES. This is what the Editor of the Mauflotver says in regard to the following lines, but for reasons known to himself be declined publishing them;— Your poem is very good, but you go on pitching right and left into persons whom we know nothing about, and Hrho, perhaps, are guilty of no crime except of having incurred your displeasure. Btill the lines are very good." In Pictou there's noo great commotion O'er selling the bottle or dram. By those who can purchase ten gallons And quietly drink it at hame. POEMS. I'll first mention bravrshouthered Johnny Acknowledged by a' as Town Mayor, Wha'd drink and carouse wi' the ientry, Though his pockets should no pay a share. And then 1 will mention wee Smithy. Twa the size o' a Bumble Bee, If he had the rule o' a nation He'd set all .the country arfee. And then I will mention wee Willie As a man nae possessed wi' a soul, Like a Eat of some nighteoing creature A Mouse or the earthly Mole. And then there is Louper-like Eabbie, Wha married a damsel that's fair; But be never at a' would bae took her Unless that he thocht her an heir. And then there is dandified Johnnie, Wha dresses sae gaily and braw ; AVha'd drink till he'd fa' in the gutter, And there lay, a public shaw. And then there is blathering Peter, , In knowledge he makes nae great speed ; His brains are sae ticht packed thegether, There a' just as heavy as lead And then there is Orkney Johnny, Wha' came frae an Isle o' the sea ; Where wi' knowledge there's few overstocked, Oi princely or plebeian degree. JVae doobt he may be a guid schc.lar In the Orkney language a'most ; For jmt is a word he oft uses. But la ! he pronounces it ghuist ! Pictou, Jan. 20th, 1877. 15 y 16 POEM8. THE RACES. NORA, THE PRIDE OF KILDABE. The following linca were written In pratte of Mr. Teter Carroll'a mare which took second prize In the race which took place on the harbor on tfao 30th January, 1677, and it was the generaloplnlonoftne Judges ahe would have come In flrst had she not lost a ahoe. Shure, are you not goin' to the races ? For there will be sporting and fun, For all the fast trotters have intered, And " Nora" among them is one : Such a noble and beautiful craythur You never beheld at a fair, She's worthy the name that I call her, " Nora," the pride ot Kildare. She steps off so light and so aisy, With wonder all open their eyes, To think such a beautiful uraythur Would be intered for such a small prize. But shure she is able and willing. Not at all for the prize does she care, • It's only her name she'll be keepin', " Nora," the pride of Kildare. Shure, not one at all that has intered To trot for the prize in this race Is tit to compare with my " Nora," She'll lave all behind in disgrace. The beautiful rowl of her body Makes every spectator to stare, Her speed's just as swift as an arrow, " Nora," the pride of Kildare. » The horses are now in their places And waiting to hear the word " go, Not long do they wait when they hear it. They start with a speed that's not slow. POEMS. In fairness they all start together, Rob Boy of them all takes th« lead, O'Connel's black Charger is second, But be gallops to make up his speed. But " Nora " the beautiful crayther, Stepped off with a lightning bound, ^i'uuJ'l^T.'® ^^^ *P®®^ '"o^e 'l^an double It rhil had been there with his hounds But shure I will give you good reasons* Why Bob Eoy of nothing can boast, l\\fi9 fear, a famous good spur is His driver he thought was a ghost. J'filly ho, or haric under cover. Had ever a mention be^ made, Kob Eoy, no doubt, would be second And " Nora " be first in his stead. With joy she'd be so elated. In speed there'd be none to compare. With «' Nora," the Irish hunter, The glory and pride of Kildare. Pictou, January 30, 1877. 17 THE SCOTTISH EMIGRANT. With' teTui-drh!?rtS?a"i.vrad7;^^^^^^^^^^ «he replied that she had on 2^ " few month fnlvf* fe cam,, from, whet! appeared to j^rieve very much ?or leavMn^Z^ t,^^^'^'""^,'^ '^" Scotland. She to see it before she d J. Afte/SL'^^^S^aw^fJ \Zl\A ?ZX t.'^T' Auld Scotia, dear, I'm gaun away, Tae lands that I may never see, Where freedom's ghroud around a' hangs— 1 he glorious, great America ; 2 i w a* M 18 POEMS. The land that once in bondage kept A servant slave in drudgery ; But where a's honored with respect And equal in equality. The land where no despotic Lord The Plebeian ruins with tyranny : But where they're free and freemen born — The glorious, great America — Where blooms the Thistle and the Hose, The Hawthorn Hedge and Lily fair, Where hardy sons of Scotland dwell • With parents and relations dear. Where ancestors of noble Bruce, Whom Wallace oft to glory led. In honor of a noble name, Who from a foe have never iled. The memory of old Scotland To me it ever will be dear ; How can I leave my native land Without 1 shed a parting tear ? Where first I saw the light of day ; When God it plea'^^ed to give me birth ; To me and every Scottish heart It is the dearest spot on earth ! Far-famed CuUoden and Bannockburn, Where heroes fought and fell together, And where I plighted my first love Among the bonny Scottish heather ! But should it ever be my lot And what I never may deplore. That e're I close my eyes on earth I'll see Anld Scotia's honored shore ! And thank my God who hath me blessed With health and strength on every hand,. That He has granted my last wish, To close my life in Auld Scotland ! Pictou, Feb. 22nd, 1877. POEMS. 1$ LINES ON THE DEATH OP GEN. JAMES A. GARFIELD, '''"''%'{?wr/ 1 T''^ -\-<^» foully assassinated Oy Lharles J. Gmteau, on July 2, 1S81. What is that the newsboy's shouting ? If* not news from o'er the sea ; They are words of lamentation, .^ot of jojr and ecstacy. Tis the word •♦ asaassination," And the victim's spirit's fled,— KuJer of a mighty nation,— Honored, noble, Garfield's dead. VVaft the news across the water To the nations of the earth, That the vile assassinator. With his blood has Quenched his thirst. Speed the news to mother England, That her daughter hangs her head, DV the vile assassinator, Honored, noble Garfield's dead. Hark to words the most condoling, ■^rom our mother o'er the sea ; VVords cannot express our feelings ' For our daughter's .agony. And may God support and comfort, Kender aid, He only can. In the hour of dark affliction, To Columbia and her sons. Let our flags entwine together. And in peace forever stand,' Show tlie world two mightv nations, JJeath has joined them heart in hand. li 20 POKMS. Blend our hearts and hands together, And a tear of sorrow shed, For a mighty nation's martyr, Honored, noble, Garfield's dead. Pictou, Nov. 16, 1881. ■ —» I COLIN SKINNEE'S PETITION. Court of Sesbions, Febbuary Term, 1879. What caused me to write these lincB was, that for many years it wus the general opinion of the public that the County Jnil was not kept in as clean a condition as it should be, and aome time previous to the meeting of the General Bcsaions, there was an old man named Jonn Beaton In jail for debt, whom Coliti wifhed to see, but he was at first prevented by the Jailor, Joseph Baxter. This so exasperated Colin that he caused an Investigation to be made into Ihc mntter, but being in poor circumstances he had not much influence, though he had the working class on bis side. There is no doubt there must have been Rome truth , in what Colin charged the Jailor with, as Beaton swore be was in n flithy state previous to the investigation, and wns on the day of investigation ir. the same condition. They gave Colin a hearing in the Old Court House, whirh resulted in the Jail being kept in a cleaner condition for some time nfter. He raised his hand, as you'd suppose, To pull and twist his ponderous nose. And cast a glance at what was written By Colin in his grave petition ; But something crossed His Worship's mind, A creepin' loophole h6 must find, To shield old Baxter from the charge, — If true it was both grave and large, — After a short, curt explanation. He did appoint a deputation To prove the jail was clean and nice And not assaued by Bugs and Lice, The first one called appeared in view, Was Donald, Lord of Carriboo ; P0IH8. The second was a new Squire Pauky, Allan, half a pun' Tobaccy. The last, no doubt, had long been chosen Honest, pious, Squire Munchausen. Now, to the scene I must revert. And note the evidence of the Court : To tell the truth was their intent When asked by Dr. "Lunament." The Court was full and none retreatin' ; The first one called was Johnny Beaton, Who proved what state the jail was in. Which was a grave and heinous sin. When Johnny went upon the stand He all attention did command. All knew there would be question-crossin' By honest, pious, Squire Munchausen. The Counsel for the prosecution. Well versed in physic and elocution, The charges he would truly test, So up he stood and pulled down his vest. Johnny did not hesitate To prove the jail in a filthy state : " She never seed in ony hoose So many fleas and bugs and louse." Squire Munchausen knit his brow And cautioned Johnny's solemn vow, If what he said was reallv true, " Yes ! I be lousy then and be lousy noo " Horror struck was Squire Munchausen That he attempted ouestion-crossin, ' And at the Court ht cast a frown, And said to Johnny, " go down, go down." Thus clearly prove his first attempt Did Doctor Colin " Lunament." 91 i 22 F0KM8. THE TRUE LOVER'S LETTER. TBANSFOBMED FBOM PROSE TO POETHY. I must begin with manv thanks Por your paper and *♦ Record," One agitates of politics, The other of the Lord. You went unto the office, You say, a day too soon. You met with disappointment. Which filled your mind with gloom. But you received my letter. You say, on Saturday, Which did, no doubt, dispel your gloom To thoughts another way. Rev. Melville's sermon You say you criticised. You did not appreciate it, At which I'm much surprised. But Rev. Boyd's was splendid. So simply expressed, I read and turned it over, I couldn't let it rest. For its woman's right to argue, I must confess, of course, And with you darling I'll agree Twas an eloquent discourse. I would have been delighted To have seen your grand upset ; 1 think I never laughed so much — I'm really laughing yet — POEMS. To see you sprawling in the snow At that hour of the night ; But I do not think a8 bv vour looks lou got much of a fright'! Of course I've often thought Of the evening we met : And as for Uncle John McCabe— I think I see him yet. His movements were amusing, And it was my soul's desire That he should turn his back to us And amuse those round the fire. And there was Ma and Sister Conspicuous they were — I could hardly stop my laughing, As both at me would stare. But best of all is what I heard. With joy my heart upraised. That you are most respectable. And also highly praised ! I have reason to be happy, And I hope I won't regret As the choice of your affections I'll bless the night we met. And the more we are acquainted The better we'll decide. When you will name the happy day That I'll become your " bride." One happy exclamation, I cannot let it pass, It removes the shades of darkness Makes all as clear as glass. It fills my heart with gladness, And what I did desire. To get your own confession That none with you stood " higher." 88 5-- 'J 24 POEMS. You spoke of meeting soou. How happy I shall be To spend some hours chatting In your pleasant company. If it were at all convenient, And T were at my leisure, Your borne is where I'd like to be To dwell with you forever. POSTSCBIPT. Pray don't think that I've neglected, Nor that I've been unkind, For-the storms of late were raging, Which kept the mails btfhind. But a letter I will send you. As you know it is my wish, And " Friday " you will get it — The day Catholics eat fish ! Pictou, Feb. 6, 1882. ■ ««» » THE PICTOU ISLAND CATASTROPHE. The following verses and those below, entitled "The Hero Currie,'' were <:oinpo»f>d by tfao well-known local poet, Mr. Kobcrt Murdoch, in cotnmeniori- tion of the late trnirtc event at Pictou Island'' They are worthy to take rank among the best of Mr. Murdoch's writinir*, which are so well known as to need no eulogy from us.— C- D. McUoxaM), /;» heroism of the rescuers, as well as their skill and their other talents and virtues. " Compliments to the generous-hearted Author, Mr. Robert Murdoch, fron* 'P. Melville. M. A." ■ »•» NO KEPEAL. No Repeal, no Repeal, Is the shout of the brave, Who ever will stand This country to save ; They'll stand like true Britons, With bayonet in hand, To drive Annexationists Far from our land. We'll shout for Sir John, (^iir old " Scottish Chief," Who's acts have been ever To give us relief. Right is his motto, And that the Grits feel. For well do they know I'here's Repeal, no Repeal. K)£MS. This county standH true, PicTOU OLD to the trout, An old Tory county That will rebels hunt, Yes ! we'IJ hunt them and capture, And more, if they'd feel, We'll give them a taste Of true British steel. We stand for our members, Who by us stood true; McDoUGALD and Tuppeh. We have only two. They're honest and lovai, And that the Grits feel, Their election is sure, No Eepeal, no Eepeal. Pictoii, Feb y 22nd, 1887. 2» ' <»» ■ EEFOEMER " SHON " AND REBEL -SHEFF Sheff. Come, fShonuy, tell me what you'll thocht, Tou 'member of " Beformi" man, Tour planks pe very ihaky, Shon, And like to raise a storm, man ; Ta peoples, they'll pe meet in troves, , In all parts o' the toon, man. And spoket speech uu-'s lout an' lang Aboout your great " Reform," man. It 30 POEMS. SnoN. 'Teed, ShefF, my lad, she'll no pe ken, For Hhe's nae politish, raan ; But for their speeehums lout and lang She wad na gie tat purse, man ; For gin she'll thocht bersel pe richt, . She would her tagger traw, man. An' fought like dog — till ance she'll see Some signs o' gout " Reform," man. Sheff. Hoot ! Shon ; hoot, Shon ; tat talk might do When Adam he did ring, man ; But she'll pe lefjfc oot in ta cold, And Charley is their king, raan. Last nicht she'll came tae see mysel,' I gie'd her dram an' more, man ; She'll say oor talk aboot " Reform " Was nonsense, nonsense a', man. Sheff. I'll say Confederation, too, Pe pad an' wicked thing man. Wad tak awa a' 'stinctions a' Frae beggar doon tae king, man. 1 hae my doubts and ken I hae ; I'll tell the truth tae a' men, Confederation will na tak The poor man's coo or horse, man. Shon. Hersel's a true and trusty Grit, As coot as 'nother man, man. She'll no pelong unto tae clan 'Tat hangen ta " R«bel Riel," raan. But fait ! she'd raaype saw ta day, As like some ither loons, raan, We'll time aboot ride on ta back O' ricl'. an' poor an' a', man. POEMS. Shbff. Och, Shonny, dear, tat vvill'Da do, I'se pe a Rebel goot, man, So I pe left you all alone And pe a " Yankee " true, man. 1 8 pe for *' Annexation," Shon, An' tat's for you an' me, man, A country fit for rogues an' fools, Where there's nae law at a', man. 31 ' <•» I THE WEE D0( T. To Mr. John liov, Westville,— wE^fo iriXTl c«lll°d !o .lIX'",io/**l„^ Scotch Terrier Do., .hich I for ,ho do«. a, he wanted h purhSdf'^AC"^^^ hi* .on nboiit many matters, he asked n^e If I wouM nnt^Ht^ ».. ^'^■5'*' f>"vt'r8atlon visit himsPjf and hlsbrother-ln.lUhaTthevelr^lv.n^''^ ? ^''^ ' """ «" «''^' the circumstances had left m/rnrd. wL , L^nJafn «Ib^;;^f^'■*'"*^''J'' "^"^ «" him a piece on ray present visit; I remarked I would ?rr n« ..,'^°"'**.'?°* ^'"'^^ when vo gae hame, tell Annie the bairn Joaimhlnil^,'. iP'' ^^^ *"''>' " ««b, Johnnie fioy father o- twenty children " ' ''" "''""' "O". mak'a Ye asked me, Johnnie, for a ditty, Ye ken o'er weel that I'm nae w'ittv ; But for tae please ye I send this, '' Hopin' ye'll tak it nae amiss. Awa tae Westville I did jog, Tae get a breedin' Terrier Dog ; A wee Scotch Terrier, nae like yersel', tor I dinna think he'll breed as weel. The dog is guid, ye need'na doubt it, tor at his wark he went aboot it. In proper shape, nae like a botch. Just like yersel' he's full bred Scotch ~i . 80 POEMS. lie micht be father tae sax or seven, Eight or nine, ten or eleven, But tae equal you he must be " tentie," Before he'll ever father twenty. I'll leave the wee dog in bis glory, And change frae him tae anither story ; About some folk I in Westville seen, Who took mysel' tae be o'er green. It's weel for them nae names I ken, As by my faith queer words I'd pen, And tell them if they did'na know it, That I was Rab, the Local Poet. Wi' some folk naething is amiss, And ignorance w' them is bliss, Tae laugh at folk without a cause, Is wrang against a' nature's laws. The next time that I visit you, In the •' Westville " hoose there'll in gang two, Mysel' wee Rabbie, ance a boy. And my respected frien' Auld Jock Roy. Pictou, Jan., 1875. ■ *•» I TO JOHN NAIRK. The folluwirg lineit were dedicated to John Nairx, who bad utwayB been a very strong; Cou«ervatiTe, and who had always voti^d for the party until the Election of 1S74. When it was well known that the Government would be overthrown, as he wa* an office holder under the then Government, he declined to vote for fear of losing hia ofBee as Capt. of Steamer " Mayflower " Before he ^ot the office he ran a ferry-boat across the harbor. He also owned a farm on Fisher's Grant, where he at present resides .— Now, John, you will lose your grand title And your Government trousers and coat. Because, on the day of Election, Fear kept you at home with your vote. POIMS. 33 Its a grand thing to hold a good office, And live upon GoTernment pay, Provided your friends don't desert you As you did them on Election day. How awkward now is your position ; I would'nt give. much for your l^erth, FouV just like Mobamtnet's coffin, That's hanging 'twixt heaven and earth ; ' And your friends have no power to help you, As yoM had when they stood in need, So the grits politely will tell you " We have our own friends for to feed." So, now, hand in your Commission, But keep your old brass-buttoned coat, Youll need it in cold, stormy weatlicr. When sailing your own " Ferry Boat " For the Anties a man have provided. Because they have got all the power, So you can resume your farm duties, And there you will find a " Mayflower " Possessed of a sweet smelling savor, To make you feel pleasant and gay, But not to compare with the flower That gave you tt^o dollars per day. How sQon you forgot all past favors, Like acts that are past and are dead, But thinking that you and the " Floiver" Are like a young couple just wed. I ' Wti « THE INFORMEK. Twas in the month that brings leap year, When maidens auld begin to spier, In hopes that they may change their lives Frae stale auld maids tae mither wives. 8 34 POKlfB. Like men engaged in different stations, Wha sometimes change their avocations, Frae acts o' honesty and fame Tae what wauld shame a culprit's name. The act is this, I must confess, Could nae be muckle, it micht be less, It itaicht be muckle wi' great dishonor Tae creatures a' but an informer. The name a' honest men despise Nae truth nor honor in it lies, Nor in the man who bears the name, He's void o' honor, truth and shame. A man wha could be such a slave Must be unfit for ony grave. But put him in a Middto Hole, Tae guid for creatures void o' soul. Or where the sun does never rise, Nor where 'twould meet the human eye. Nor where the moon had ever shone. But where he'd be always alone. The warld's a' fu' a' roarin' Cairds* That shelter seek in barns and yards. Whose lives depidnd on their vocation. In acts o' vilest degradation ; Yet they would hang their heads in shame If ane among them bore the name Infobmbb, mean, debased, despised, By man and beast, and God likewise. Tinkers. P0IM8. DESPONDENCY. \ The autlior ataurei hia readers than when he wrote the following lines h« had nearly decpaired of ever teeing hi* book pablUhed. Shortly after they were written, two gentlepnen, now residing in Plotou, kindly oame to hii aid by going security for tbe payment of the printing and binding, until such time as he should dispose ol a sumolent number to realise the amoont raquired by th« printer. I'm sore oppressed with grief and oare, }' A heavy burden bears me down, / To think that those who were my friends, Now look upon me with a frown. No ill to any man I've done, But strove most honestly to live, A friend, if he should stand in want I'd help him and ungrudging give. Then why should this world me despise, And injure me without a cause? It's wrong to wrong one undeserved And quite against u-od's holy laws, Had I the wealth that some possess, An enemy though should he be. Surrounded he with troubles thick. The act I'd prize to set him free, When I recall the years that's past, And think how oft I gave relief, To many a weary, wandering soul, Who overburdened was with grief ; Those years are past, not to return, They're like the dead, they're hushed to sleep. No more of them I wish to think. Nor ever in my memory keep. The naked often have I clothed, And hunger ofb did satisfy. The stranger have I taken in. When others coldly passed him by. 36 POEMS. " A friend in need's a friend indeed," To me now would be a Godsend, To help me that the world may see What lines poetic I have penned. But should it be my lot to bear What disappointment brings to man, 111 trust to God, who's strong to keep All in the hollow of His hand. The o'er-oppressed he'll ever help, Then why should I despair or mourn ? There's none can tell what luck's in store When nature makes the tide to turn. Pictou, July 31 st, 1890. ■ «•» « THE TWO KITTENS. About a year ago I had n cat which had two kittens, which were a grent unnoyance to my wife, and wl«h«d me to destroy them, but I refuied. A few daye after I wrote the following lines. I've two little quadrupeds, I'm happy to say, Who reside in my dwelling — Eight over the way. ; Their age is three months, ' And their color i« gray, And they're very expert In catching their prey ! 'Twould be viary unfeeling To drown or to slay Such poor little innocent Creaturea as they ! Or even outdoors To turn them astray, Without houae or home, On a cold winter's day ! Their mother it old And not very spry ; Hbe's lame of a leg And blind of an eye ! But my wife in the bouse Declares they shan't stay, So they have to sleep out In the barn in tbe hay ! What a crime it would be Those kittens to drown ; Their smartness and beauty Is rare to be found. One's striped like a tiger. The other is grey ; And I'm willing to give them Without any pay ! Pictou, Jan. 15th, 1883. n -» »» » ^iUEEN VICTORIA'S LAMENT FOB GENERAL GORDON, JUNE, 1885. What news is this comes o'er the distant sea To me, ViGTOKiA, Queen on earth supreme / 'Tis death of him brave Oordon brave. His equal England's never seen ; And nations blessed with power. In vain they wave their sceptres o'er my bead. Now as they think, still well they know, My power's supreme, though Gordon's dead. Brave of the brave, a warrior bold. Fear in his heart ne'er caused a throb, Right was his motto, all supreme. On earth he feared no one but God. I '**'*'<'<*>IW1 If < 38 POEMS. ] Q China stood he foremost in the fight When demon rebels round him thronged, He feared not death always prepared To meet his God with hymenial song. ■ <■» ■ THE TAIL0RE8S. Stitch, stitch stitch, From early mom till night ; Stitch, stitch, stitch, Till your cheeks are hollow and white ; Stitch, stitch, stitch. Till your eyes are heavy as lead ; i .1 Stitch, stitch, stitch. While you long and wish for bed. Stitch, stitch, stitch, With pains that ache your back ; Stitch, stitch stitch. To fill a large contract ; Stitch, jstitch, stitch. With shame it must be said ; Stitch, stitch, stitch. For work you're poorly paid. •/ '.4 -.i >'^t^. .Ui, Stitch, stitch, stitch, 1 When you haven't the light of day ; Stitch, stitch, stitch. For less than pauper's pay ; Stitch, stitph, stitch. When you're often hungry and cold ; '• Stitch, stitch, stitch, > Till work is finished and sold. P0EK8. Stitch, stitch, stitch, ^*^t'^\^^l '^°**'' "^^ **o*»» ^^^i otiteh, stitch stitch. For them you do not know; Stitch, Stitcli, stitch. While rains in torrents pour • Stitch, stitch, stitch. For poverty's at your door. 39 THE FULL MOON. Of all the circles made by man There's none to equal you, O moon ; Ihou art a guiding light to man, On sea and earth thou art a boon, lo guide the sailors on the sea. The landsmen that on shore do dwell ihou art a guide sent from above ; Thy mystery but One can tell. Look on your face how bright it shines. A heavenly emblem fair to see It shows to man and beast likewise 1 hat certain there's eternity You're not alone, you're daughter's near. She guides you when vou roam afiir She 8 always closely by your side. All know her as the " Evening Star." Her twinkling eye shall never close While earth is earth and sea is sea. She 8 got a duty to perform. To be a guiding light to thee. Thy wife IS blind, old father moon. She cannot see you when alar But she has left a guide with voi. Her lovely daughter, " Evening SUr." .M :!| U 40 FOSMS. Old mother Saturn's quite content, How many children round her roam, Though blind, she knows when storms arise. It's quickly they will hurry home ; And with them comes the hale old man. Close by his side, his daughter bright, She says, '* Old man, the windows close, We'll have a storm of rain to-night." " Why think you that, my gay old wife. You take from me a pleasant rest ; With quick reply she answered him, " You know the wind is now sou' west." " Astronomer thou art, old wife, I'll go to bed without a frown, '^^ '^^'f And sleep a sleep ot peaceful rest, Though it in torrents should come down." Pictou, July 14th, 1886. ^^ ^^,, ■ nm*' ■ .iT PICTOU ISLAND CATASTROPHE, NOV. 15TH, 1884. LINES ON LAWRENCE. Awake, ye souls, how long you sleep, Rolled by the billows of the deep. Tossed with the surf from shore to shore, Our loved ones we will see no more. Peace ! be still, my soul's at rest, Jesus, ray Saviour, I loved best. Quick to His arms my soul did flee, Jesus, my Lord, who died for me. -^ H Oh ! that I'd seen my cl.'ld and wife Before I was bereft of life. One fond caress, one loving smile. One parting kiss to my dear child. n H m POEMS. But God, Himself, He did decree Ihat such a wish should never be • That not on earth it should be given But in that glorious realm of heaven. 41 ■ <•» » THE DAISY CHURN. m^ v>n I saw a barrel turning round ; A new invention lately foundi Some say it is a patent Churn, To make new milk to sour turn ; But, better still, I've heard some sav, C old water it will turn to whey. And better still, don't stare and flutter, r t>ne quart skimmed milk Gives two pounds of butter. i'armers, when your daughters chum, Be sure that they the crank right turn • It they reverse the other way, The milk perhaps might turn to whey, iiut it to whey it does not turn, Work steady at the Patent Churn • Don't let your heart get in a flutter, VVhen from skim milk ^W You make such butter. U' The Churn itself, plain to be seen, ^X .,(£ U color ot the richest cream, t INDIA. India's subjects fondly love her, •};,.» By their words that can be seen ; As they say, " We have a ruler, India's Empress, England's Queen." Should the trumpet sound for battle O'er the land and o'er the sea, India's arms would rush and rattle < * ,,\ For our Queen and victory. EGYPT. Surrender Egypt, now surrender ; Throw your war-arms in the sea ; We are Christians, you are heathens. This Victoria's Jubilee. England will forgive your subjects ^y [f they killed Her Gordon brave,^ jw She sent him with words of wisdom* ., That he many souls might save. n ■'"A. POEMS. u FEANCE. And there's France her noble all 7, NobJy stood to her and true, ' ' AV hen the Kussian Bear would swallow AU the Turks and Turkey, too. Again we're friends to one another May it last and ever be ; France wUl join her hands' with England Ihis Victoria's Jubilee. ITAtT. ♦ Yes ! Italy stands a noble ally ! For Old England's Queen,' Egypt's long fought bloody battles,— it .. . Jom your hands for Queen Victobia i^or the Peincess drop a tear. AU8TEIA. Tes ! we Austrians are united. Not like waves upon the sea, VV^e will sing for Queen Victobia ' ' ' Join our hands in Ukitt. ' ^ ^ m,' ^^^''^ *^®*'3' other nation nr ^*„^^°®® Christian precepts be, We will honor Queen Victobia; And her year of Jubilee. ' Ji 46 P01EM8. BU8SIA. Now let by-gones be forgotten, Crimea's horrors never seen, Let us shout our haltelujah 7 For Old England's honored QuEEK. Call my subjects all together, Serfs or freemen as they be ; Ring all bells upon the morning i Of Victoria's Jubilee. Pictou, N. S., April 6th, 1887. Mr. R. Murdoch, P. L. P., received yesterday the following communica'ion from Buckingham Pftlacc, dated Jane 27tb, 1887, In reiponse to the poem on " The Queen* Jubilee ' which he aent to Her Majesty— Pit^oM Standard. " General Sir Henry F, Ponaonby is commanded by the Queen to thanlj Mr. Robert Murdoch for his letter of the 8th inet. and Its enclosure." Buckingham Palace, 27th June, 1887. •m I GRIEF. The following lines were written some time after my wife died; I had re- tired to rest, Lut could not sleep. After considerable time 1 got up and I put on my clothes and took a walk to the east end of the town. On my return, I thought of the following lioea, which I committed to paper before 1 retired for the night. She died Jaoy. 6th, 1880, aged 41 years. Alone I sit, with grief I sigh. While others sleep the sleep of peace, Oh ! Why am I thus tortured so ? Oh I tell me will it ever cease ? Or must I ever bear the load ,• That hangs so heavy o'er my head, If so, much better had it been, / If I were laid with her who's dead. My earthly troubles would be o'er. As hers who lies beneath the sod. To me a blessing it would be, ^ Were I prepared to meet my God,* ' i n POEMS. 47 But no I'm for a purpose left, As God's all-seeing ejes best know, I hope I'll not ill-spend my life, While it is left me here below. / When on my bed I lay me down. Dark troubles gather round me fast, When e'er I think of years gone by Which on my brow dark shadows cast, Of all the pleasures I enjoyed, Without a frown or bitter tear, With laughing children round our board,. And her the mother I loved dear. Pictou, N. S., 1880. V/ TO ME. JOHN F. MEAGHEE, Se. The gentleman named above ia one of the warweat frienda the Poet believca he baa In Pictou. Since making up his mind to publiab hia poema, Mr. Meagher baa taken the deepest interest in eTerjtbing pertaining thereto, iit all timea i^ivlng wise counael and advice, and encouraging the author not to despair, but to trust to Uod and all would come out right in the end There la no person in Pictou in whose company the author has spent so much time, and with greater profit; alwuys willing to accept the counsel of a wise and intelligent man. Many of my poems were written at bis table. He has often admitted thttt h« was surprised at the rapidity with which I composed many pieces, and when the piece was tinisbed, the author would ask, " How does that suit you.'' His answer was " Show me wlio can beat it." Mr. Meagher is somewhat lllte the author, he is not known by the general public, but were he known as the author knowa bim, the public would have a different opinion of him fi om what they have. I speak from what / knmc of him. He is a smart, intelligent man, and one I hon- estly believe would scorn to do bis fellow-being an injury. When death's bell chimes its solemn sound That calls us from this world of strife, May we with certainty make peace With God, and have eternal life. ! ! Our lives are but a shadow here, How little do we give a thought. That Christ He died that all should live; Our souls by Him were dearly bought. vH r i 9 . POF.MS. , How ofl I think should God decree That you should be the first to leave This world, whore's naught but trouble sore, For you I'd weep and ever grieve. When I recount the many friends With cordial greeting me surround, Among them all I truly say Not one like you I've ever found. How oft your counsel wise you gave ; No better father gave his child, With words well weighed, with good intent, The same you gave both meek and mild. With truth to this world I confess, The same will stand when time's no more, I've profited by your counsel sound While you add daily to my store. When troubles gather round me thick, Tour pleasant words give me relief; '■'- Like bread upon the waters cast, They bring me joy instead of grief. 1 trust that God will you repay For worthy are you of His love ; My foremost thought, my wish sincere, That you may dwell with Him above. *' And as a ransomed sinner live, Where all is peace and love profound, • Where God our Saviour's ever near Where saint« and angels Him surround ; This is the poet's earnest prayer, He trusts that God may grant the same, That when the heavenly roll is called. In His own Book He'll find your name. Pictou, Aug. 3rd, 1890. »•■ POEM8. 49 THE SERMON Ox\ THE MOUNT. 5th Chap, of St. Matthew. When Jesue on the mountain stood AndH T^'-'l'^'^''^^^'-^ there, ' ^ And .h 2' r' ^?'^ ""'g''t share. BIP« !. ^' ^l"^'^' ^h«'» ^^«rd8 divine • But they who nut their trust in Me Their souls I'J] ever feed. Blessed, blessed are those that mourn i^or comforted thev'JI be; ' Blessed are the meek, as Christ He was They sure shalJ Heaven see. ' Blessed are thej that hunger, And blessed are thev that thirst '^'^Lln-fVnd righteousness By me shall not be cursed. ,,, Blessed be him who is merciful ^ nd mercy spread abroad, ' Blessed are the pure in spirit J^or they shall see their God. Blessed be the peacemakers, B J,h' r'll^ ^-^ ^^'^ «hall be ; Blessed be the persecuted, Heaven's Kingdom they ,, hall see. "sSi^y^irtr^" ^^^^^^ ^ HeeTrll^r./---^' -^-e, i : i'i ■iij not what they may say i 50 P0FM8. HI m Kejoico and be exceeding glad, For this by God is given, Great you'll find is your reward To dwell with God in heaven. Of this earth ye are the salt ; Should it its savour lose, It shall be trodden down by men Not fit for other use. Of this world, ye are the light ; Serve God as ye are bid ; A city set upon a hill From men cannot be hid. A candle neither do men light, Nor it do they conceal, But on a candlestick it's placed, That it may light reveal. Before all men let your light shine, To you the same is given. That God you'll ever glorify Your Father who's in heaven. ' ' I have come down, not to destroy The prophets or the law, 1 come in all things to fulfil What God's old Seers saw. Till heaven and earth shall pass away And all on earth be stilled, God's law forever will remain Till all shall be fulfilled. . i Whoever shall but one law break, Commandments by God given. And shall unwisely teach the same, Shall be the least in heaven. But he who shall them wisely teach, And not them desecrate. By God Himself he shall be called To enter heaven's gate. POEMS. 51 Except thut you in righteousness .Scribes and Pharisees exceed, Thy righteousness and luve of God Is poor and vain indeed. Have you not heard that it was said By them of olden time. Thy brother's life thou shall not take VVhich is God's law divine? But I again say unto you, If thy heart in anger rise Against thy brother without a cause, Thy Gud shall thee despise ; But who shall call his brother /ooZ, And from him then retire, With hate and anger in his heart, Is in danger of hell-fire. But to the altar bring thy gift And there be reconciled, For heaven thou shall never see ,,; But as a little child. v v < Before the altar leave thy gift. And then go on thy way, And ask forgiveness of God To guide you night and day. Quick with your enemy agree. While you are in his way. That he may not deliver you To prison, there to stay. For God himself has truly said — And what He says is true — You shall not out of prison come " • Till you pay what is due. Have you not heard that it was said» By them of olden time. That to commit adultery Is a grave and heinous crime ? ; I' 'is*, 62 POEMS. But unto you again I say, And in God's Book its written, Adulterers, both man and woman, By God shall sure be smitten. If thy right eye should thee offend, From thee let it be cast ; Better you should one member lose. Than all in hell should last. If thy right hand should thee offend. Quick let it pass from thee, God, in His wisdom, knoweth all From time to eternity. The wife who man shall put away. And adultery's the cause, Let him divorcement give to her. Which is one of God's laws. But I again say unto you, Be the cause fornication. The man who shall again her wed Is guilty of damnation. Again, I say this unto you, Thyself shall not forswear ; An oath unto the Lord perform. And solemnly declare, Swear not at all, again I say. By earth or by the heaven. Break not this sacred law of God That by Himself was given. But let thy words be yea or nay. For more than these are evil. Take heed that you resist the same. Serve God and not the devil. Whoever shall thy right cheek smite The other to him turn. The same will cause remorse and shame And cause his heart to burn. POElfS. And if a man thyself unll sue. And take away th? coat. In Jove I say this unto joa, Give him also vour cloak. And whosoever thee constrains With bim a mile to go. In humbleness and meekness, I say go with him two. G^ive unto him that asketh thee, S«rf., 5T ^'"^ *''** ^««W borrow «ee that thou never turn away And cause him grief and wriow. ^ove your enemies, I say. Bless them that; do cn:4e jou • Uo good to them that do you bate And righteousness pursue. That ye may be the children Of your Father who's in hearen ; The sun He maketh it to rise, A blessing freeiv given ; And on the evil and the good He sendeth rain from heaven i?or if you love them that love you. A blessing will be given. If y^u your brethren do salute. What do ye more than others ? IJo not the Publicans the same As other Christian brothers' «e ye, therefore, perfect; I this command have given • Even as your heavenlv Father* Who perfect is in heaven. ' Pictou, Nov. l^h, 1889. 68 u POEMS. THE NEW BELL, STELLA MARIS CHURCH. Conaerrated on Sabbath morning, March 17th. 1880, by His Lordabip Bishop Cameron of Antigonisb. Weight without yolce, 1505 lbs; with yolie, 2250. It is compoBed partially of the metal of the first bell, which was presented to the Church by James McNamara :— Loud tolls the bell, yet sweet its tone, As is the voice of Jesus dear. Who shed His blood upon this earth To save all erring sinners here ; Melodious do its tones go forth To call us to the house of God, Where all will kneel in fervent prayer To sing His praise and hear His word. Its sound is ever sweet to all. When, Sabbath morn, you hear it ring, It calls to memory solemn thoughts, To worship Christ our Heavenly King. And sinners vile who seldom think, As it peals forth its solemn toll, That it is calling them to look To try and save their sinful soul. Now ponder on its solemn sound, Recount the sins you've done each day. And ask forgiveness of your God When on your bended knees you pray. The time on earth for all is short, So let us now improve our time ; We shall be call«?d to meet our God .In heaven, whe^i bells forever chime. Some think i^ is a weary road To reach that gate which stands%jar; Be firm and put your trust in God, Tou then will find it is not far. POEMS. §6 For Christ will ring His own chime bells To guide us to His heavenly home, Where angels rest in peace and love, And where we'll never be alone. ■ M > I QUEEN VICTOEIA'S BIRTHDAY. Mat 24th, 1889. Unfurl all flags, let trumpets sound, And joyous voices raise a cheer, This is the Birthday of Oub Queen, And Heh, her subjects love most dear ; All nations love her ardently, For she is worthy of the same — She lo.ig has reigned and worn a crown. Beloved Victoria is her name. To-day all nations bow their heads, To her who rules on land and sea, And WE, Canadians, join with them, Who are of British pedigree ; What nation on this world has seen, A Buler that was so beloved ? Not one on earth, but heaven has One, And He is God who reigns above. In '38 she took the Crown, The same she wears without disgrace ; She trembles not to meet a foe, In arms she'll meet him face to face ; And when the battle does begin, She does not weep or shed a tear- She firmly stands for freedom's cause, Eight is her might, she does not fear. !!■' 56 POEMS. What Sovereign since this world began Has reigned so long in peace and love, One, only one, and He is Ood, Who rules and reigns in heaven above. Unfurl that flag and let it wave Free to the baltny breeze of heaven, Its motto is the words of God, « " Good will and peace to all be given." Long may she live, our well-loved Queen ; Upon the throne long may she reign ; For when she goes to heaven above — Her equal we'll not see again ; Her subjects do her fondly love. The same is true and plainly seen, The watchword is a household word, God Save Victoria, England's Queen. Pictou, May 23rd, 1889. TO A SINCERE FEIEND. This gentleman ia living in Pictou Town, and his many acts of kindness to the author has made him pen these few lines. He has many times been an eye witness of his many acts to others as to himself. The author often told him he would never be rich. " Well," he would answer, " nerhaps not in this world, but I hope in the next.'' Courtesy compels me to withhold his name. If all your friends should you forsake When trouble gathers round you fast, Should I be spared to see the same, I'll stand by you until the last, And strive to be to you a friend, Though small indeed that comfort be, On thee my all I will bestow While I am left to comfort thfee. ! j-'i) POEMS. 67 If God should me with riches bless, With you I'd freely, freely share ; What comfort would it be to me To know you were not in despair. The day may come, I trust it may — That I may have the will and power To lavish on you generous gifts As freely as the heavenly showers. How oft I think, how strange it seems That some are blest with generous heart. And not possessed of this world's goods That they might act a noble part. How many are there God has blessed With all that this world can bestow. But yet with all this favor shown They could not one kind act bestow. But you, my friend, not so with you ; Though poor, you have a generous heart ; For oft to me you proved the same. You nobly did perform your part. When trouble gathered round me fast. And sore oppressed with pain and grief, Your kindly words and generous heart Did often give me quick relief. The widow and the orphan's friend, The same you are, Oh ! yes, how true. How oft you did your hand extend When the Oppressor did pursue. To comfort give to those oppressed, Unmindful of your own and self, And with thy generous heart and hand Refuse the widow's hard earned pelf. To God I pray, long may you live. And ever have His love and grace, And when from earth you're called away ; In heaven you may rest in peace \ > 1 58 POEMS. It ever one deserves the same, You surely are God's chosen one, No doubt I have when He calls yoa, He'll say the prize you worthily won. Pictou, Feb. 8, 1890. — <■> I BEOOKSIDE COTTAGE. EESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO J. 8. MACKENZIE. If trials should you sore oppress, 1 bid you not despair ; The just, as well as the unjust, Must each their portion share Of this world's favors ; good or ill, To each a share is given, Thiit we should ever glorify Our Fathee who's in heaven. An honest man — his word's his bond, He'll firm stand by the same. He'd scorn to stoop to actions low To cause remorse and shame. But what is right and just he'll do, As strength to him is given, That he may have eternal rest With God who dwells in heaven. And you, my friend, I must confess Are jutjt that honest man ; From what I've seen and know of you. You'll do the best you can. To help a neighbor in distress Wb'n he is sore oppressed, Your object's not the praise of man, But heaven's eternal rest. POEMS. I trust success will you attend In all you undertike, And could I lend a helping hand Id do It for your sake. An honor, yes, and one I'd prize, ^o.. that 'twould bring nie ianie. \xrV^ *o "erve a worthy man Who bears a Scottish name. A noble. Scottish ancestor, T J ^ o Scotland's rights upheld, In deeds of daring bravery Where many a hero fell. Iheres many noble Scottish sons >yho won renown and fame, A.,d many reaped their just reward >Vho bore your honored name. I trust that God, He will you guide, reace and contentment give With Him you'll ever live • And to your bosom friend through life All worldly comforts share. And heaven's home wirh God above Is the poet's earnest prayer. You are a happv Benedict. xiTL?"?..'"*-^ y^^ ^^«t remain, While life is left you here below, And when you heaven gain. And your little angel babv giri, May she not with trouble wrangle, Biit with her God join Pa and Ma io term a true triangle. 59 f I-: I I Pictou, July 10th, 1890. 60 PO£M8. TO MR. JOHN ROY, THANKING UIM FOR A COPY OF BURiNS' POEMS. 3:i Thanks tae ye, Johnnie, for the book That frae ye're humble house I took, The poet's words do me inspire, And set my very soul on fire. There's not a page that I turn o'er. But I admire more and more. My mind frae grief to pleasure turns. For truly I admire Burns. Where's the subject he didna' touch ? The deacon, minister, and church ; The bonnie flower in the field, The ground that to him food did yield ; The child who frae the mither born, He mentioned it, but not wi' scorn, But tae the miser and the laird He gave them what he could afford. His masterpiece and my delight. The poem "The Cotter's Saturday Night,'* No poem of his I must declare To my fancy can with it compare. I love to read each line and verse, And think as I them oft rehearse, What treasure was stored in his mind. To produce such so well combined. A finished work, not left undone. Of all that Nature said or sung, — Of love, of kindred, foe, or friend. Poetic lustre to them lend. POEMS. 61 Now, for your sake I'll keep the book, And often through its pages look ; I'll highly prize it with much joy, The gift from you, my dear friend Roy. When from this world I pass away, The book will wi* my own bairns stay. That they may sing baith sang and poem, While they a lonely road may roam. Our time noo, Jock, is fleeting fast, We canna here forever last, 80 let us try to smooth the road, That leads us tae God's ain abode. Pictou, Jan'v, 1875. ■ <» I THE WINDOW-TAPPERS. The following linea were written one afternoon on account of two girls who were in a tailor's «hop, and who had tapped at the window while the author was standing on the sidewalk. Raise the blind, let in the light. Let the sunlight shine on you. Heaven does bestow it freely While your labors you pursue. Fear not, when the rain is falling. That you'll melt like flakes of snow. For you are of tougher matter, And the same, no doubt, you know. If your cheeks are red as roses, Soon they will be ghostly white, Plying steadily with the needle For to gain a scanty bite. If the needle it should fail you, Don't despond or take the sulks, For you know somewhat of farming, Picking stones and rooting stumps. i.-i 62 POEMS. Wheu you feel depressed or weary, And your way cl^ar cannot see, And you wish for consolation, Hub your back against a tree. If the bark feels rather roughly And it dees you agitate, Keep your temper in subjection. Try the cross bar of the gate. Take this lesson, ponder o'er it, Think, before you take a nap. Who's the people that are passing When you at the window tap. 1 myself care nothing for it, Many are there not like me. That would take an invitation And no doubt call you to see. Many in this town are like you. Self-esteem to them is sweet, For they think there's none their equal Either on or off' the street. Discretion's better part of valor. Think before you leap or hop. That there's engineers and many More than 's in a tailor shop. Pictou, March 2nd, 1890. I — » I THE OLD BACHELORS. Why all this weeping and wailing. In accent much like a dog's whine. With a deep-drawn sigh it is smothered,^ Its a bachelor, much past his prime ; POEMS. 68 On his tdce there's a look of dejectiou, As he to himself mutters awav, Id this world he finds no consolation, He regrets that be let pass the day. The coat on his back is in tatters, His shirt wants a washing indeed, By the number of holes in his stockings, Of darning they stand much in need ; Hants in his pants without number, The buttons are fust falling off, A female, he shudders to meet her. For at him she laughs and she scoffs. Week in and week out and forever, Meet him there's a scowl on his face, And the terrific sounds that he mutters Unlike they to the human race ; His feet in his home they are planted With darkness above and below, With no one to give consolation, No fire, no light lit aglow. The stove he then scratches and rattles. In hope to revive what's lost life. With a sigh of depression be mutters, What would 1 not give for a wife ; But those days are past, and forever My lot I'll endure best I can, I long heard it said — I believe it, A bachelor is not a wise man. When you meet a dejected old fellow, His looks they betray him each hour. With a laugh that is hard and depressing. Twice repeated, sweet milk it would sour. If you should but kindly salute him, " Tell me, friend, why you're not wed ? " His answer — it always is ready — " I cannot till old mother's dead ! " If li POEMS. One excuse, and then there's another, A sister to him is a slave, Its oft from her heart that she wishes, That she was at rest in her grave ; There's many dd misers among them, Who the pleasures of life will not share, When asked to enjoy the world's comforts Swear, a shilling they hav'nt to spare. There's others as mean, and you know them, Word •• charity," to thoru's uncouth. They will wriggle as if in contortion The same as when drawing a tooth ; I'll mention a few while I've leisure, And prove they've a loss, not a gain. And when I am done them harrassing. From a bachelor's life they'll refrain. Old Adam, your time is fast fleeting. Though no Garden of Eden is here, I think it is time my old fellow A wife you should have you to cheer ; Quite often you look sad and weary For some one with you to condole ; I bid you be quick take a partner, She a tocsin will be to your soul. You're not like old Sinbad the Sailor, For married he'd be long ago. Circumstances, ycu know alter all cases. Not the same with yourself you well know So hurry up now my old fellow, You're far past the ripe prime of life. It is said you are most broken hearted, And all for the want of a wife. POKM8. 1 trust there is hope for Old Sinnv, That he will not let pass the day, III appearance be is not inuch altered, Except that his whiskers are grey ; But that needn't stop an engagement, There's ly) need to fret or to sigh, No maid would at all be offended, If she kriew he used AVer's Hair Dye. Another, you know him, old Jimmy, To him life's a weary, sad load ; Heldom seen in the bouse of a ueigbbort But always in his own abode. He can't bear the look of a lassie, And none but himself can tell why. There's many would jump at bis offer, Oh ! pray don't a bachelor die. Old Jack, who long has been Flaxy, The reason of that I don*t know, He swears by the earth and the heavens, No woman with him will tease tow ; All the best of his days he's been single, The same he declares is no sin. But under the blankets he shivers, When he draws his knees up to his chin. Another is old Jock the farmer, Who long looked round for a wife. His title alone is suflScient, You know him, the old Earl of Fyfe ; His farm is well tilled and well planted, W^ith horses and cattle and sheep, A girl in her light would be standing If she thought the Earl couldn't her keep. Old pendulum, why do you tarry. Of courting you ought to be sick, You are not like some of the others, Who are wanting a wife upon tick. e6 66 POBMS. You are able and willing to keep one, But try and get one that can sing, She'd help no doubt to amuse you When in a watch putting a spring. There's Jack the old Garriboo rooster, You meet him in town now and then. You might judge by outward appearance, Twas time he took home an old hen. For a wife all the section he hunted. To find one with him to condole. But as yet he 1 is not found a pullet That would roost with him on the same pole. And there is old dandified Davy, A model, a typical man. The girl who'd be lucky to get him, Never want would she mutton or ham. There's many a king 'mong the cobblers, And one, he is strutting around, 'That a maid he might get with a fortune, But that girl he has never yet found. AFOLOOT. I'm sorry that one is oflfended. At my simple and plain meaning hint, I apologize now to him freely. In this stanza, it's plainly in print ; Ofience waf to no oue intended. But that each at the other should laugh» So I hope he will join in the chorus Every day when he's killing a calf. And there is the corpulent grocer, He feels very sad and depressed, A critic might be of opinion. From courting he should have a rest. FOElft. «t Be quick now and put on jour armour, When a rival appears do not run ; Repulse at the point of th«( bayonet. And then you can capture the gun. There's Danny the fiunons 8tone-cutt«r, As inspector uf woi:h. he^s well paid, It 'b rumored that once be waa jilted. Now with horror he looks on a maid. Another old Jack I must mention. For fast he's beginning to faih A year or two more an old bachelor. No doubt he will then be quite stale. Another old dandified iellow. Quite a fortune be's got, it is said. By selling prime beef^ lamb and mutton, A good husband he'd make for a maid ; Now, I bid you, old fellow, take courage. Once defeated, again try your luck, It 's little you know of the value That lies in a sheep's head and pluck. Old Jimmy, quite long has be tarried. Though always in hurry and hustle. The objection he's got to the females. For him they wear rather much bustle. And Dickey, why are you delayhig f Pop the question, shell quick answer yes. For the longer you keep her awaiting Her affections and beauty grow less. And Daniel, the famous ship steerer, Who for years has been sailing around. His course he has altered quite often. But a partner yet he's not found ; He 's like many other old fellows. Who utter a deep drawn sigh. And says, with a shrug of his shoulders, " I can't wed till old mammy diet." I 1 I I [ 68 FOKMS. How often you meet those old fellows, Dressed up in a dandified rig ; But mention the name of u female, They turn up their nose like a pig ; Tor what's not their equal they're looking. And her they eternally hunt, But lo ! when she gives them the G. B., Good Lord, how they'll grumble and grunt. Now, bachelors, study this lesson. And it in your memory keep. Two heads together are better than one. If they are but heads like a sheep ; I could name their names by the dozen, I trust those I've mentioned won't kick. That a bachelor's life they'll give over, And join with th' honored Benedicts. Pictou, March 20th, 1890. SENSITIVE PEOPLE. DedicHted to Uie old Bachelori who felt somewhat ditpleased ut the Bachelor' «• Poem. In what a strange world we are living. People in it of every sort, Who quickly fly to conclusions And with anger and venom retort ; *Twould be better they'd stop and consider, And the problems solve if they can. And thus show their sense and their judgment As sensible, not sensitive, men. If a person should speak in a whisper. And one of them is standing near, He's dreading, and can't tell the reason, That about himself something he'll hear ; POEMS. 69 Forever they are for news-bunting, Like a bee who for honey does strive, Speak as you like they're offended, To show they are quite sensitive. They have always a tremble and shiver, And alwavs in dread and in fear, That news they can't find of their neighbour But of themselves something they'll hear. They're a lot that's exacting and selfish. They generally join in a band, Their timid and sensitive nature Compels them to go hand in hand. One thing they're eternally wishing. And none but themselves understand. All tlie people they wish in the world were dead Then around would they go selling land. Such a wish shows their sense and their wisdom, A lunatic once wished the same. But sad to relate in a fit he dropped dead. And his long-looked for wish never came. Some people, like hones, in harness they kick ; Better show their good sense and keep cool, And don't let their sensitiveness them overcome Like an unbrt^en colt or a mule. It's all very well when the laugh's on their side. And they don't feel the hard pinching shoe, But lo ! should it happen to be on themselves, For weeks they are scarlet and blue. When they get a call for charity's cause. To aid in the wants of the poor. The asker to them he tries to explain What trials those people endure. Their sensitive nature reluctantly says, " Such action is charity sure, " Those scraps I contribute not fit for soap grease^ Now I'm willing to give to the poor." Pictou, March 20th, 1890. MP 70 P0£M8. IF THE SHOE FITS TOU, WEAR IT. These Tenee are retpectfkiliy and partieularly dedicated to the old Bachelora who took offence at the Bacbelor'a Poem. A row and a rumpus is now in our town, It's truth all the same, don't you know it? A few feel displeased at the Bachelor's Poem, So vengeance they swear on the Poet. I'm sorry indeed that offended they fefU One of them's a deluded poor s\tain, A disease he has got to which many are heir, It is known as the softness of brain. It's a pity indeed such a prominent man Of such value to all should be lost, So I trust that some remedy soon may be found That will cure, irrespective of cost. Advice I now lender that pack of numbskulls. As free as falls snow on hard frost, With care have removed their small lot of brains. And have them most carefully washed. When the operation with care is performed. And done doubtless with good intent, The hole that is made can be perfectly closed With plaster or yankee cement. But care must be token that none should be lost. But every particle keep, If not, che deficiency must be made :ip From the head of a calf or a sheep And when the deficiency has been made up, And wanting in strength it should fail, A much stronger mixture I advise them to try It is found at the root of the tail. POBMS. But lo ! should it happen that they should select The bruDS from a head not a male, The mixture no doubt will forever ferment As you well know does porter or ale. You are welcome to wear if the shoe does you fit, If not, do not cast it aside, I've not always leisure nor time to afford Free counsel and sense to provide. I'm often engaged in the labors of love. And this i l^tow as your share. So freely accept as 1 freely give You'll remember me of); in your prayers. Pictou, April 8th, 1890. n if: & _ *4 i i- I t n I QUEEN VICTORIA'S BIRTHDAY. 24th of Mat, 1890. Another year has come and gone, And still she lives Heb glorious reign, Supreme upon Old England's throne, Long may she there m peace remain ; A So\ ereign by all nations loved ; All British subjeols her adore, For her that love has always been, And it will last for evermore. When she resigns her well-earned crown, It may in Europe cause a change, But let us God sincerely trust, It won't her Empire disarrange ; With jealous eye she 's closely watched By all the nations of the earth, There's some no doubt who wish for peace. While others wish the war cloud burst. life 72 POEMS. We trust that day tar distant is, ' And that the same she may not see. But that in her declining years She may with all live peacefully ; Her motto " Peace " has ever been, And always foremost in her view, Love for her subjects first of all, A love sincere, devout and true. The good old flag that long has waved ' O'er battles both on land and sea, It was the first, and nobly too, That set the slave from bondage free ; Long may it wave, " insult " who will, They better first had count the cost. To rouse the lion in his lair, A tower of strength Old England boasts. G-od ever bless our well loved Queen, And many years more may «he see. To wear her long worn honored crovin. With joy and sweet felicity ; And when Heb Father bids her come, And join His throng in heaven high. All people then will hang their heads. While her loved subjects weep and sigh, Pictou, N. S., Mav, 1890. I *»* <- CLARENCE MILLS. 1 took a walk to Clarence Mills To view the briny sea, And listen to the birds of song That flew from tree to tree. POEMS. 73 When I recall the years that's gone, And vieve the good old Mill, Fresh to my memory does it bring Old scenes — I see them still. The doors are locked, the windows closed. All hum and bustle gone. The joyous sounds I otVen heard : The Scottish miller's song. All hushed they are, and silence reigns—- No sounds of voice resound, No waggon laden down with corn At the old mill is found. No puffing engine do I hear. No engineer, it 's true ; No buzz of saw, no miller's dust. They've all passed from my view. The good old kiln has passed awuy. And vacant stands the ground, Where ofl in years that's past and gone. Old " Barney " could be found. An honest, trusty servant man, He'd meet you with a smile. And tell you of the happy days He spent in Erin's Isle. Of scenes then in his memory fresh, Of youth and prime manhood. To listen to his tale cf home, It really did you good. But all those scenes have passed away. No more return they will ; — The busy life of usefulness Has ceased at Clarence Mill. It<3 founder lies beneath the sod, Believed from worldly strife. He, with his God now rests in peace, In everlastiug life. tl (He i' 74 For.MB. The jovial Pictou Islanders, Their boats well loaded down With produce rich, from off the farm, Are now no longer found. But still their grist* (hey bring each year, And trust they always will, To make it into flour and meal ; — But not at Clarence Mill. All hushed and still, no smoke doth rise. The fires are out and dead ; The vital spark that once had life, Alas ! it now has fled. And never more will it return. As oft in years gone by, No more we see dark clouds of smoke Ascending to the sky. 8tout, staunch and strong the chimney stands, High towering o'er the hill, A monument that brings to mind The worth of Clarence Mill. The roof is covered now with moss. Fast going to decay ; — Like other structures in our town, It 's seen a better day. The wharf where boats were wont to lie In safety night and day. Awaiting till their grist was ground. Has now gone to decay. All hum of voices hushed and still. Not as in years before. No sound of song is ever heard Nor Oaelic in galore. I trust a change we soon may see From what appears in view, To make an animated scene, And with new life imbue. POEMS. Where busy bands will tben be seen, At work, with zeal and skill, 1 hat to old men will brinff to mind The days of Clarence Mill. Pictou, April 26th, Ib^O. 76 I »■> ■ THE INDEPENDENT FARMER, Let sailors sail the briny deep, Let soldiers praise their armour ; But foremost in my mind I keep The independent farmer. The rose at first, when robed in green. Unfolds its crimson lining ; ^•J^. <^^'ng'"g round the cottage porch. The honeysuckle twining. When flowers bloom their sweetness yield • Ao bees that gather honey. He drives his team across the field Where skies are bright and ttep opposite to where the young girl worked, when he hi^pened to see her looking out of the window; and being struck with her beauty and Innocence, he wrote the following lines. The young ylrl'e name is A McD , belonginir to the County of Antigonlsb. To Miss A- MoD I saw a young and handsome lass, In youth's ripe prime of life ; She is a fair young creature, Fit lor a Monarch's wife, 4*1 [ #A POEMS. fler rosy cheek and sparkling eye, Her wavy auburn hair ; Doubly blest will be the man, Who may her pure love share. When I gazed upon this fair one, What thoughts caoie in ray mind ; That few I can compare to her, For they are hara to fir. J ; Her gentle word and winning ways, Her sweet and loving smile, Brought thoughts of pleasure to my soul, And did my heart beguile. Ood truly has endowed her With His gifts a double share, Of choice flowers in the garden, She's the fairest of the fair, The lily of the valley, The rose of morn and night, Both bang their heads in shyness When they viewed this beauty briglit. Ob, her smile is so bewitching As she gently walks along ; And the birds all anxious waiting For to hear her sweetest song ; By all she is admired. Not to mention those who love, She is like a heavenly angel With a message from above. She got her rosy healthful ness From the briny salt, salt sea, At early morn and evening Tou might her often see. With form erect, elastic step. She gently walks along, In innocence and purity To sing her sweetest song. POEMS. May God forever guide her, Is the poet's earnest prayer, That when she leaves this world of strife, See may of heaven share, Where's naueht but peace and happiness, All joy and endless love. Where God himself forever dwells In heaven's home above. Pictou, Mav, 1890. I <•» I WHAT'S IN A NAME? A fig for a name and a title. To many, no doubt, they are dear. As Councillor, Squire, or Lawyer, They're all titles in poverty here ; There are many who now hold the title Of Councillor, Lawyer, or Squire, Who are unable to write their initials, Or pay the poor man for his hire. But what do they care for such trifles If a title comes after their name ? It makes them quite void of a feeling Of honesty, justice, or shame. There's many that's blest with a title. Who in court couldn't honestly swear, And others, well known to the tailor. Can't pay for the coat that they wear. But what do they care for opinion As they meet with the hypocrite's grin ? What need they care when they're honored ? Their title will cover all sin, — For lying and cheating and stealing They've practised for many a dav, And if their confessions were honest, This is the best they can say : — 86 POEMS. '• To the ctnirch I belong, I'm a member, *' The minister well knows the same, *' But I rob from the poor for to pay him, " And with him that keeps my good name. " I belong to the temperance Order, " Can sing a good song or a psalm, " Can give a good temperance lecture, " And on the sly take a good dram. ♦' The worst sin I ever committed, " Although I'm a limb of the law, " Was drinking to Oliver Cromwell, "And kissing big Hannah the Squaw, But what need he care for his actions When a title 's attached to his name ? To him they are honor and virtue, Itio' void of truth, honor, and shame. Four Mile Brook, 1888. ft ■ <•» < NEW YEAR'S ADDRESS TO THE PATRONS OF COLONIAL STANDARD, JAN. 1, 1888. I'm here again to visit you, As did newsboys before. To shc'it and rap and door-bells ring. Which made yen laugh and roar. But this is New Year, '88. Old '87 has fled, Like many other things on earth, — Like old and young, is dead. But when he liveu upon this earth. No doubt we've great things seen, The iron horse in Pictou Town Before has never been. POEMS. And, yes ! another advent ureat There's many lived to see, In this, the nineteenth century : The year of Jubilee. What means the year of Jubilee ? To christians it is given. That we exult on earth below As angels do in heaven. And double praise to Him who reigns, In heaven He's most supreme, Him, for Victoria, let us praise, Old England's honored Queen. No war has troubled Europe, All the world has been at peace ; We trust the war of nations Will soon forever cease. And that the " Bear " of Russia ^ Will always suck his paw, No Christmas Turkey will he have To grease his Russian jaw. In France there's many a rebel. In England there's the same. If they'd uphold the nation's rights, There'd be no rebel name. Old Ireland's still united. And the same will ever be. There's strength and wealth, and sweet content. Where there is unity. Now, patrons of the *' Standibd " true, I come without a fear, j To tell you all, both great and small, This is another year. To some it may great trouble bring, — To some great grief or joy. But you must take thelu rough or smooth. As does the printer's boy. Pictou, Jany. 1st, 1888. m w 88 rOEMS. WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I'M OLD ? HI Tbeu line* are not mine, bnt I publish them here became I have Tvrittcn un aniw«r. ' I would ask of you, my darling, A question soft and low, That gives me many a heartache Ah the moments come and go. Your love, I know, is truthful, But the truest love grows cold ; It is only this, my darling, That you'll love me when I am old. Chorus : — Life's mom will soon be waning. And its evening bells be tolled ; But my heart shall know no sadness If you'll love me when I'm old. Down the stream of time together We are sailing side by side. Hoping some bright day to anchor Safe 'beyond the surging tide ; To-day our sky is cloudless, But the night may clouds unfold, And its storms may gather round us, Will you love me when I'm old ? Chohus : — 1 1 When my hair shall shame the snow-drift, And my eyes shall dimmer grow, I would lean upon some loved one In the valley as I go ; I would claim of you a promise Worth to me a world of gold, It is only this, my darling. That you'll love n:e when I'm old. CnoRUS : — POEMe. 89 ANSWER TO •• WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I'M OLD." Oft you asked of rae a promise, And the same I gave to you, Which filled my heart with gladness, As are flowers filled with dew ; But Ood it pleased to call me, And take me to his fold, Tet your children will be with you To love you when you're old. Chorus : — Now, I aw't fulfil my promise, Tho* fhe world to you is cold, But I hope to meet you, darling, Where I'll love you as of old. How ardently I loved you For one-and-twenty years. Our home was like a heaven. Without strife or bitter tears ; But the hand of death came o'er me, And Tm in the grave now cold, But I hope to meet you, darling, Where I'll love you as of old. 1 little thought, my darling, When I became your bride, That . thus soon should leave you Aloue to stem the tide ; But I hope that God will guide you. And take you to His fold, With him to dwell forever, And with me, too, as of old. H' 90 POEMS. LINES ON MRS. MURDOCH. The following llnei wer* written ■hortly after my wife died. Beini; niune ay houu I took my pen in hand, I paper, after which I felt great relief. tn my houae I took my pen in hand, and In a very aho'rt time oummttted thi'in to fSU I What a world of sin and sorrow ! Sift it through as best you cau, Naught but trouble and contention For the poor and sinful man ; Life to many is a burden, And it's truth I now declare, Few have felt it more severely, I have got a double share. She was loved by all who knew her, For her kind and loving heart, Charity her standard-bearer, Oft she played the Christian's part. Troubles, when they gathered round her, Dark and heavy as they lay, She would raise her eves to heaven, And to Ood she'd kneel and pray. In her troubles to assist her, — And hor prayer was not in vain ; — Hear her joyous exclamation, " God has answered me again." Quick he'd ease her of her trouble, When her heart was sore with grief. For she knew that He would help her — He alone could bring relief. Pictou, Nov. 9th, 1881. PUEM8. 91 CHARMING MARr A The following renet are on n young lady of Plctou Town . wUom the author liad met on aeveral oecMloni, bat, until u short time before he wroio them, be did not know who ihe was. Ye 80U8 of men ! Oh, slight her not, Though she is not of high degree. Within herself a treasure lies — Untarnished, pure, virginity ; No empty pride, delusions vain. Has she, this happy, charming lunid ; Too noble she for actions low, She labors for her dally bread. She dreads not honest toil each day, But works with energy and skili ; There's few, if one at all, 1 know, Who could the same position till ; It matters not when her yon meet, No change a"^ all is to be seen. Naught but that calm, angelic smile, So sweet, so kind, so pure, serene. The rose may in its splendor bloom, The lily white with her can't vie. The honeysuckle's running vines — They droop their heads as she'll pass by ; The purple finch thot sings so sweet. In silence wants to see her pass, The bobolink in silence soars In honor of this bonny lass. May summer winds blow pure and fresh To give her health and sweet content, May storms of winter ever cease Their chilling blasts with ill intent ; The man who may enjoy her love, And join her as his prize for life, I doubt not but with truth he'll say, " I've got a kind and loving wife." IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1.25 v. IIIIIM IIIIIM m ||2.5 III ^^ m Sll 1.8 1.4 1.6 V2 ^ /}. 'cr-l c^l c^ (J"! /a '/ % m. Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, NY. 14580 (716) 872-4503 ,\ ^^ % v 4? :\ \ 6^ O ,sS^ -I- V •^> ^ o^ 02 r^LMS. And that he knew for many years Before he ventured to propose, But when that word was softlv said, Her blush surpassed the fairest rose. On earth I wish her sweet content, All joy this world can to her give, And when she leaves all here below, With God she may forever live. Pictou, July 2nd, 1890. ■ ma» I PICTOU COUNTY EXHIBITION, To BE HELD OCTOBEB 7tH, 8tH AND 9la, 1890. TEE FARMER'S LIFE. The farmer's life in every clime Has been the foe.of sin and crime. His earnest toils have nurtured health, And shamed the vanity of wealth ; And formed with their industrious band, The strength and glory of a land. The hope and stay of a farmer's life. Depends, no doubt, much on his wife. The farmer who in years of old, From shop to house his produce sold, Well ripened fruits and sheaves of gold, With other produce oft untold. Seemed to us children of the town A trifle coarse and wondrous brown. We wondered how his ample hand Became so hardened and so tanned, POEMS. And thought his ponderous shoes vrould ill Befit the light heeled dancer's skill. But thej who do but once him try Find in binn hospitality ; His honesty without a flaw, With love of liberty and law ; Would find, however hid from view, The honest farmer, just and true. He need not mark with scanning eye The changing markets^ usury — Nor has he need to watch or wail The lightpess of the baker's scale ; His own sweet loaves from oven's maw Shall careful wife or daughter draw, Well pleased the household bread to see, Crowned by their active mini- try. His fields of grain that richly grow. He in his barn with care does stow ; His lowing herds that freely pour The creamy nectar's balmy store, — The good old hen has often blest With snow white treasures of her nest, The busy bee in cone-like bower Stores honied essence of the flower. The garden roots that bide their time, The fruits that fall, the vines that climb, Abundant luxuries supply. With which the art or cooks can't vie ; With their accomplished art and fame, Perhaps they scorn, but cannot blame, The farmer and his generous heart. Who nobly do perform their part. Hurrah for the field of blossom blue And lustrous leaf all wet with dew, Its fibrous stem the wheel shall stir When woven by thrifty cottager ; 98 I ■ft i M 94 POEMS. ml I' I I Hurrah for the flock oi wandering sheep, In pastures green they grace and sleep, The tangled fleece by woman's care Changed quickly for her household wear. The wife from loom and distaff drew Her web of cloth of different due. With strength to bear and will to do Her other labors will pursue ; The arm that in the dairy wrought, Gained muscle firm, and strength it sought. With buxom health and cheerful thought, The gift that gold has never bought. And well such useful labors cneer, While sweet content is planted here. Inspired with vigor that sustains The sturdy nerves and flowing veins ; Sends to the cheek a healthful glow With health as pure as driven snow, A blessing that is truly given By God himself, who reigns in heaven. Pictou, October 3rd, 1890. a. I t TOASTS, EPIGRAMS, ETC. TOASTS. 1. Sl%*hen1-;;;rth^''lS?k,Uil:!2* *°"'' •"■• « «r«arkeath.the could Here we are, all together, Birds of a flock, but not o' feather ; Lawyers, doctors, rogues and printers, A jolly lot of evil thi^^kers. 2. Lawyer John, pray haud your tongue, And tend your clients' schemes, And tend on Maggie's natural wants. And bless her wi' some " weans." 8. Given to P. M. In the " Revert Houw," b» bavin* a«ked me to give him a toaat. Here's to th« company present, Likewite to me and you ; I was bom in Piotou Town, And you in Cariboo. If : -**ww<(j*«»ui ■HSHill 96 TOASTS, EPIGRAMS, ETO. 4. Given to a Scotch tinker by the name of WJlliamaon, when taking a drink with him ; he refused to drink, if I woald not give him a toaat. The following was given In 1873 : Gie me your hand, my trusty frien'. Ye ken we are a' evil thinkers. Here's tae yersel', th' auld wife as weel. An' th' bairns, ve auld travellin' tinker. 6- Given to Mr. C. I., in the store of Mr. M M . Being in company with a ftw friends there one evening, C. bet the drinks for the company 1 could not compose a toast which would cause him to treat. 1 asked C. if he would also bet five dollars and the drinks, which he declined, when I gave him the following :— You asked me to-night for a toast, At present Tm not in good cheer, I cuuld give you a toast if I liked. But I think there are too many here. Glances are cast at myself, Two for the one are on Charley, Because he has plenty of cash. To pay for the juice of the " Barley." '^4 • 6 To Mrs. R. C, on bearing that she said Robert Bams was a dirty little pup : You had a book of choicest poems, And choice they are, indeed, To folk wba hae intelligence And can a' o' them read, But folk like you wha's ignorant And can na' read them " up, ' That is the reason you called Burns A dirty little pup. TOiSTS, EPIGEAM8, ETC. 97 Given to Mr. R D night, but In what year I do not remembeV 7. . ex-M. P. P., at hi* residence on a New Tear'a Here's to ye, Eobert, And your twa britbers, Likewise the bairns, And auld graodmither, And last, not least, Auld Aunty Christy, Who brought me water When I was thirsty. m ■ «» ■ EPIGRAMS. 1. The following was (jiven shortly after one of my ixiems was written, and was being read to Kenneth Henderson. The author venturing to »ay that he Delieved he cou d Imitate Burns to a certain extent, a man from Cdpe Breton was observed to wink at " Kennj'. »».*-- Ye did'na think I saw ye wink, It was'na you befittin' ; I ken as weel as ye dae yerseF Te're aw Gaelic frae Cape Breton. Grace Aftee Dinner. D V*^. foljow'"? was given at the table of Mr. Michael McQuire 4 Mils dln°n?r he 1%^' me 'i?i wo^uldT t'^J"* " ^'^'" ^"« °°"'- fS''and*betorl ainnerneasKed me If I would be kind enough to return thanks when dinner was over, when I gave t^e following without I second thought :- O Lord, with! mercy look on this assembled throng, Imbued with love and nature's social song. From intemperance may we long refrain. Especially to-day while digging Michael's drain ; But may we take to-day what nature doth require, To help along the drain, and also Mike McGuire. / 98 TOASTS, EPIGBAMS, ETC. 8 The Babben Wife. The following wm given coi. ewhere in the country, but where I at present cannot tell. However, In whose houie I w»8, there happened to be a woman who had not been bleaaed with ohildren, and the wa« continually finding fault with those who were blessed with them. Before I left I gave hertlie following : — gave Guid Lord, protect our sinfu' lives, And keep us a' frae barren wives, A' Crown heads make this exclamation, "Sic' wives will never make a nation ;" But a' men want a thrifty wife Tae love and honor a' their life, A bonnie lassie in her teens Tae bless his home wi' bonny weans ;Ji I 4 To M. A- You are a young and handsome lass. In truth it's well I know it, You nothing have to dread or fear From Pictou's Local Poet. I'd scorn to say a word unkind Much less to hear the same. The man I would forever scorn Who would defame your name. 1, ll SONGS, BALLADS, MEMORIAL PIECES,'&c. THE PICTOU RAILWAY. AiE— " Root Hofj or Die" Now, what I'm going to sing about, — You know there's been much prate About the Fictou Railway Branca, And the new formed Syndicate. But the railway you will get it, You need not grieve or sigh, You '11 hear the iron horses shout — Root Hog or Die. Chorus :— So let us pull together, And help the road along ; Join in the chorus. Help me sing the song; Join in the chorus. Raise your voices high. We're sure to get the Pictou Branch : Root Hog or Die. Chorus : — So let us, etc You know our Local ijeader. He made a telling speech. And told you that the Pictou Branch Is now within your reach ; And as the cost of building Won't cause a tear or sigh, The Ferry Interest pays it all : Root Hog or Die. Chonis : — So let us, etc. wmmm 100 BONOS, BALLADS, ETC. You know who's hearts are breaking, And cannot hold their gob, About the Railway Syndicate And the Local Railway job ; With arguments they'll meet you, They'll drop a tear and sigh. Gnash their teeth and Tupper curse, With Boot Hog or Die. Choi'us : — So let us, etc. 'T would be well they had a leader Like honest Charles T., Who's blest for bis honor By them, and you and me ; And every strong Tea-Drinker Who used to grieve and sigh Will bless him for the cheap Oolong, Young Hyson and Shanghai. Chorus : — So let us, etc. Look at our Cotton Factories And Woollen Mills, likewise, And Fictou's Coal Industries, It does them sore surprise ; And every one who lives by them Does not now grieve or sigh. As once he did when " Sandy " ruled, Root Hog or Die. Fictou, June 21st, 1882. I <•» I BLAKE'S TRAVEL TO JORDAN. AiE : — " Jordan is a hard road to travel." Now, the time is drawing nigh When the Grits will heave a sigh, And many will they heave accordin' ; 805G8, BALLADS, ETC. 101 But the Oovernment !■ strong, And I'll show it by my song, That Ottawa is fiirther off than Jordan. Chobus :— Then take off your coat, Grit, And roll up your sleeves, Jordan is a hard road to travel ; Take off your coats Grits, and roll up your sleeves, Ottawa is further off than Jordan, I believe. Now Jordan's further off, So the Grits may howl and quaff, Ontario is her ballots now re jordin' ; And when returns are made. They will hear with sorrow said, That Blake is on the other side of Jordan. Chobus :— Then take, etc. • From here to Ottawa Is six hundred miles and more, That's true by the chart accordln'; Its a much rougher road, Though nearer his abode, And more wearisome for Blake than Jordan. Chobus :— Then take, etc. Jordan Eiver, just from here, Is six thousand miles and more. That's true by the chart accordln' ; But the difference of some miles Will cause him tears, not smiles. When he goes to visit Kiel over Jordan. When Blake he takes the road To find his new abode, Prayers will be offered up accordin', -T Vjli| l j.i| IHW ■Mn 102 8O90S, BALLADS, ITC. To join a Beb«l race And take Osuian Digna's place, As a leader of Rebels over Jordan. Chorus : — Then take, etc. The Orits now have small hope The Govomtnent to gain, And to them it's very plain accordin', So as Biel he stretched the rope, Blake can take mth him soft soap, To cleanse him from his sins at Jordan. Chorus : — Then take, etc. ■ !<•* I THE PICTOU BAILWAY. AiH— " The Aldermar." Shure I'll tell you of a meeting, boys, I lately was at, "Where every Grit and Tory tt'ue Sat down and doffed his hat. With ease and great composure, hoys, As in his own abode, To hear from John and Charlie T. News of the Fictou Boad. Choitis : Then devil a fear, be of good cheer, You'll hear the whistle blow, And you'll see that Pictou's members, boys. In her interests are not slow ; Shure the whistle will blow, and the cars move on, And the Grits will wink their eyes And sadly say in great dismay, This is a sore surprise. BOirOB, BALLADS, KTC. Then don't you be astonished, boys. If you bMr the whistle blow, In politics they may be young, But our members are not slow ; They are not slow in knowledge, boys, Grit lies they oft explode. And never a fear, be of good cheer, We'll get the Rctoii Road. The subsidies by government There will never a cent be paid, Tho' Col. Snow to make a show He has some sleibpers laid, And long they have been sleeping, boys, Troth I think they'll never wake, ' If the Grits do get in power With Premier Edward Blake. •Cfioi'us : Shure I'll tell you, old Carmichael, Every chance he had, He told the country far and near Our members must be mad To talk about the Short Line Boad That was only half surveyed , With navvies and chainmen, far and near, Kot a dollar would ever be paid. "Chorus : But now Pm sure they'll change their tune, And with shame have less to say. When they'll see the work begin again And the men get their just pay. Sure the wives of the men that worked on the road With each other will shake their hands, And say with glee " did you ever see Such an Honest Political Band." Pictou, Aug 25th, 1885. 103 104 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. 11! The following line* were written some time after Peter Carrnll waa appointed police oonatable. There were at the time tv-t femalea whoae character waa con- aidered of bad repute, and the night on which they were orreatcd for being out late, they both had a amall twig of apruee, which they flonriabed aa they walked along the atreet If they bad any ft-ienda,— and no doubt they had many,— but when required to lend a helping band in the time of need, they all ahowed the " white feather," and declined to come to the rescue. However, if I remember right, they were reicaaed with a amall fine. PATROL GUARD. AiB :— " Paddy*s Wedding, 0." One summer night the moon shone bright. All nature seemed quite gaily, O, When a volunteer crew appeared in view All armed with a big shillelah, O. The captain stout would glance about. And step off light and aisy, O ; His soldierly step it's well he kept When he flourished his big shillelah, O. Choeus : — So up and down, all through the town. In rank and file so aisy, O ; The captain stout wheeled right about. And spied Rubeen and Susie, O. Don't stand at aise, me men, if you plaze. But move along quite slowly, O, And perhaps we'll see what ought'nt to be, Girls armed with a sprig of shillelah, O. And sure if we do, I'll scatter a few, And send them home quite early, 0, To Baxter's Brig, to dance a jig. If the county should pay for it dearly, O. Chorus : — So up and down, etc. Shure d'tvil a hair myself does care. If matters go foul or fairly, O, I'm backed by the law, it's here in my paw, A raurderin' big shillelah, O. By jabers, what sport we'll all have in Court When I give my evidence clearly, O, 'Gainst Suse and Rubeen ; twas plain to be seen^ Were armed with a sprig of shillelah, O. Chobus : — So up and down, etc. 80NOB, BALLADS, ETC. Charge, to the charge, the foe's not large We'll take them Date and aisy, O, And let them see it's you and me Who can flourish the big shillelah, O. The charge was made like the Light Brigade, Such valor was seen but rarely, O, Eubeen got sick at the sight of the stick, The captain called his shillelah, O. Chobus : — So up and down, etc. Away Suse flew and the captain too, Such racing was seen but rarely, O, John Gilpin might stare, if he was there, At captain, Suse, and shillelah, O. Chobus : — So up and down all through the town, In rank and file so aisy, O, The captain stout wheeled right about. And spied Bubeen and Susie, O. 105 I mt I THE BRANCH RAILWAY. NEW GLASGOW'S LAMENT. AlE : — • I^ce of my Pig." 'Twas early one morning myself took a ramble To view our fine harbour and get the fresh air. When lo ! and behold, I spied two weary fellows. Who looked to be rather much worse of the wear. I boldly approached, and thus I addressed them, Saying, "What is the matter and where's your abode ?" But the only reply I could get from the fellow Was Branch, Rails, and Sleepers, and Piciou Railroad. '* Is that all the cause of your grieving my neighbor? If so, I am sure you will soon get relief ; As my time is quite precious, pray do not detain me, I'll try and explain it in words that are brief." \i II 1 f: 106 S050S, BALLADS, EtC. With amazement and horror he stood still and stared me, Like one just awoke from a long midnight dream, His face shone as bright as the moon when unclouded, He says, " You must have a most wonderful theme." ** My theme Ht is plain and wants small explanation, Our town has been moving on wheels that are slow ; While our selfish neighbours right over the water Have got all the grease on their wheels, you well know, So now take a glance right over the water. The bridge will be built when the ice becomes thick." When I mentioned the bridge, he said to his neighbour, «' O ! where is a doctor ? 1 feel very sick !" Then up steps the other, a dandy young fellow ; " What story is this you've been telling my friend, " My heart it was grieved and sore overburdened, " That was the reason no ear could I lend." *' If you want to know the trouble, my neighbour. Your brains are all crooked like a badly ploughed ridge, And your nerves are all shaken, if I'm not mistaken. Its the building, you know, of the Kailway Branch Bridge." With his eyes then wide open, but not a word spoken. He cried, till I thought he would get a sore throat ; With trembling and fear he dropped many a tear, But he wiped them quite dry with the tail of his coat. ** Now return back to Athens and try and have patience. The world you must Know was not built in a day ; Though you are no stranger, remember the manger. The stable, the ox, the dog, and the hay/' Pictou, January 15th, 1886. I — ■ I i NO REPEAL. Air : — " Prince of Wales March.*' Now, let us all be wise. And no voter in disguise. Like Bebel, Grit, and Rielite, impure ; SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. lOT But like Britons true and free We will stand for unitj, A ltd forever drive the rebel from the door, CJioms: — Then like brothers let us stand, A true and loyal band. To fight for what is houest, just, and true : And show the Rebel Grits, That we mean to give them fits. If still their work as "Rebels they pursue. Their constant cry's '• Bepeal ," From a union that all feel Is a blessing, not a curse, upon our land ; And that they know quite well. If they the truth would tell, And they know they've not a leg on which to stand. Choitis : — Then, like brothers, etc. This free and happy land They would sell to uncle Sam ; It is blessed with all that nature can bestow, But when they try to sell. Strong powder they will smell. And they'll hear some British bullets whizzing « No." Chorus : — Then, like brothers, etc. They have tried another game, Li,ie Repeal it's much the same ; Free Trade is what they want with Uncle Sam. But the pay we'd get for that Would never make us fat — Plenty wooden nutmegs and cho'ice oaken hams. Chords: — Then, like brothers, etc. It's well they know and feel They can never get Repeal ; It's a dodge to blind unwary and unwise, Thev can labor, they can grind. Till Old Nick himself goes blind- But we have'nt heard as yet he's got sore eyes. Pictou, Nov. 17th, 1886. r 108 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. PICTOU TOWN BRANCH RAILWAY. Opened Novembeb 28th, 1887. AiE -.—"Root, Hog, or Die." Now listen to these verses, 1 will not keep you long ; You may be many miles from home, Don't weary of my song, — Don't you get weak or weary, Don't drop a tear or sigh. Driving on the PiCTOu Bbanch, Root hog or die. Chorus, — Long we pulled together, We got the Road at last ; We'll thank our Honest Members, For the words they passed, — They passed them with sincerity. They did not grieve or sigh, They knew we'd get the Pietou Branch, Root hog or die. You heard the whistle blowing, And the cars took you along, All the way from Westvillb, To hear me sing this song ; And some, no doubt froi i Glasgow, And Stellabton likjviise, To show you all, both great and small. Our Members tell no lies. Some said, and with derision, • We'd never get the road, " New Glasgow " it stood foremost, And its wrathful envy showed. But Stellabton and Webtville, ■ Did not grieve or sigh. They knew we'd get the Pietou Branch, Root hog or die. 1 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. Then Hogan, ever praise him ; He's an Irishman no doubt, The same.is stamped upon his face, Then for him let us shout. He has the push and energy. He did not weep or sigh. As did old Cooke and Colonel Snow, Who let the Bailboad Dib. Assist now one another, With love and unity, The PiCTOU Bbanch is now complete. As Grits and Tories see : So let us be united, And join without a sigh. We've got the Pictou Branch at last, Boot hog or die. 109 OUB BELOVED CANADA. Tune : — ''Kathleen Mavoiimeen." Canada ! Canada ! I'll ever love thee. Home of my forefathers ! laud of the brave ! •Wherever dwell aJl in peace and contentment, Land of the freeman I no home of the slave ! Chonis .-—Unfurl our flag to the free breeeze of heaven, Long may it float over our land and sea. Peace and good will to every nation, That is our watchword, no better could be. How my heart loves thee, land of mv childhood ! Where grow the spruce and the wide-spreading pine ; Ibe birch and the ash, the hawthorn and maple ; Oft under their branches I loved to recline. The loved land where sons of rose, shamrock and thistle, Ihe emblems of purity, peace and good will In the heart of each one, the same long existed. And longer and longer all trust that it will. ' 110 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. No patriot he who's forever despising — The land of his birth, the home be loves dear, Where God in His mercy has graciously l^lessed him. Such base vilifiers are not wanted here. No patriot he who belittles bis country, The land of his birth, the home he should love, Where contentment and peace are plenteously lavished,^ By God in His mercy from heaven above. Far better for him the dark clouds dispelling. And constantly striving, the mists clear away. Wherever before him he sees naught but trouble. He should from that country get far, far away. A true patriot ever is always contented, His hopes are elated, he's nothing to fear, The hand of true friendship to all is extended, For his Queen and his country he's always a cheer. Long live the leader of this great Dominion ! From ocean to ocean to-day does expand. May God in His mercy torever protect him. Our honored, respected, the valiant " Old Man." Pictou, N. S., Dec, 28, 1889. ■ *•» — DEFEAT O' THE DEIL. Tune : — " Come Under My Phidie." I'm na sad nor weary, nor dae I feel dreary. For I hae reformed frae what I once was, A chiel o' the deil, ye a' ken it weel, Its little I cared aboot church, man, or laws ; Ane ee' I keep't winkin', the ithor a' blinkin', In hopes I micht aft meet a firien' tae mysel', Wi' carousin' an' drinkin', an' a' evil thinkin', Wi' deevils much greater, ye a' ken them weel. ^ BONOS, BALLADS, ETC. Ill Cho. — Gae awa now, auld deevil, awa, gae awa, Wi' me, Vm determined je'll ne'er get a shaw, I lang hae repented, an' glad I've relented, My heart that was black, is noo whiter than 9naw; Hoo often ye tauld me, that ye wad upbauld me. If never I should frae ye're fauld stray awa. But the Laird, be Him thanket. He tauld me tae shank it. And noo He has washed me far whiter than snaw. The deil, he then looked quite dumbfoonded ava. He did'na ken what tae say or do a', His baith ee'n kept winkin', nae doot he was thiukin'. Of a' the grand things that he had me to shaw ; This warld and its pleasure, wi' gold wi'oot measure, And dressed in great grandeur frae tap tae the tae^ He'd please my desire wi' a' I'd require, If I wad consent wi' him ever tae stay, Nae, nae. Maister deil, 1 cadna conceal, The truth, I maun tell ye, it's here i' me craw, Frae this day an' ever, I mean for tae sever, A' contracts an' bonds, noo forever ava. The truth, ye weel ken it, an' aften ye tauld it, I was a guid serrant, ye did me weel feed, But thanks tae the Lord, my saul's on record. It's signed and weel sealed, and He's got the deed* The deil, he then thocht, and he pondered awhile, I' my face he then looket, but ne'er saw a smile. He swore i' his fury, he wad ca' a jury, Tae prove that I was'na still his ain child ; I tauld him maist clearly, and also sincerely, And solemnly vowed it was'na a joke, Wi' tremblin' an' fear, as tae me did appear, Wi' twa flaps o' his wing, he then vanished in smoke. Pictou, N. S., Jan. 6, 1890. 112 BONOS, BALLADS, ETC. IN MEMOBIAM. O9 THE AUTHOB'S MoTUEB. Ob ! where was the friend to me that was dearer, Then her who nursed me in my infancy days ? Who patiently tended, with love did caress me, None but my mother who's now in her grave. Her love was unbounded and plenteously lavished, An endless supply she'd always in store, When troubles surrounded her, fast, thick and often. She longed that she might bestow more and more. How often I think, since the days of my childhood. What trouble and sorrow for me she endured ; No murmurs of sorrow did she ever utter, Her words to me were with pure love imbued. In sickness or health she'd constantly tend me. Of numerous troubles she had her own share, But the love of her children was firmly implanted. With God to assist her she'd never despair. How fresh in my mind is the scene of her death*bed. When kindred and friends were all standing near, Of four loving sons myself being the youngest, A sister, an infant we all love so dear. I mention four brothers, but three then were present. Her fondest, her loved one, was far, far away ; We knew by her looks that on him she was thinking. Her Richard, her darling, her hope and her stay. But God had so wished it that he should be absent, That he might be spared her trouble to see ; What a blessing it is that God so decreed it. That we all our troubles should never foresee. How little we value the love of our mother. While she upon us bestows a full share. There's nothing on earth like the love of a mother. But heaven alone to it can compare. BONOS, BXLL^DS, ETC. 113 Both are now free from all earthly trouble, And dwelling «rith God in heav )n above, Where all's peace and joy, love and contentment. For God, we all know, is a true God of love. The time is fast coming when I hope to join them, I trust I'll be ready and fully prepared, When God, He shaH'call me, I know 1 shall hear Him, •' Come enter this mansion, of it take a share." Pictoii, March 2nd, 1890. JESUS,— THE BRIGHT AND MOKNING STAR. Tune :— *• The Beautiful Gates Ajar:' I see a bright light now before me. In lustre it shines most clear, Methinks it's an angel from heaven, With comfort for sinners here. I well, know I am not mistaken, Though the light on me shines afar, It 's Jesus my Saviour in heaven And He's holding the gates ajar. Chorus : — Come to Him, sinner. He begs you ; Oh ! why do you stand afar? Salvation He offers you freely, While He holds the gates ajar. Christ's love for the meek and the lowly Forever was pure and true. The same He now offers from heaven For sinners like me and you ; — A free never-ending Salvation Is now what He says will be given. To every penitent sinner Who is longing to dwell in heaven. Choms : — Come to him, etc. 8 114 B05GS, BALLADS, ETC. There's none knows the beauty of heaven But those who are now living there, The meek and the lowly in spirit Forever enjoying a share. Where there is no weeping or wailing, For that Saviour is never a&r, I know Him my Jesus of Nasareth, Who is holding the gates ajar. Chorus : — Come to Him, etc. Think of His love for poor Lazarus, Who was humble and weak and sore, But yet, with his sorrow and trouble, His God he did always adore ; He knew that his Jesus had mercy, And the same He had often given. He prayed that the Saviour would take him To dwell with Him ever in heaven. Chorus: — Come to Him, etc. The same He now offers all sinners, Oh ! why keep refusing the same ? If you do not get full Salvation, You never your Saviour can blame ; For He offers the same to you freely. And beckons to you from afkr, Then come to Him humbly, I beg you, While He's holding the gates ajar. Pictou, N. S., Oct. 20th, 1889. I n m m ■ IN MEMORIAM. The following lines were written on Owen Crerab, ton of Capt. David Crerar, who waa accidentally drowned from his father's barque Wolft on the 25tb Dec, 1885, off Sandy Hook, when leaving for a voyage to South America. OWEK CbBSAB. . Dear mother, weep no more for me. My body rolls amidst the deep. My soul's at rest with Christ above. And Him, He safely will it keep. ■ 80SGS, BALLADS, ETC. When last we parted, mother dear, Tou foadly pressed me to your breaat; Now, I am in the arms of Chbmt, Forever to remaiQ at rest. And when the trumpet's final blast, Hhall loudly sweep o'er se» and land, I hope you may be all prepared Before your God to take a stand. Pure, undefiled, as angels there, And dressed as lilies, pure and white ; If so, you will be God's elect, ^!;3 To sing his praise both day and night. How oft the sinner says " too late," Why did I not improve my time, And take the blessing freely given That lasts for never-ending time ? The " Bible " that you gave to me I cherished it with miser care. And oft its leaves I did unfold That those with me might have a share. Of Words inspired by God Himself, Our Father and the sinner's friend, To all who will but lend an ear And strive His precepts to attend. Now cease thy grief, my mother dear, And let dear father do the same, And strive to walk in virtue's path That on your souls no sin may reign. Bid brother and my sisters dear To fear the Lord both day and night. That when He wi!! thorn call away They may be as His angels bright. No more I'll say, my soul's at rest, With God who did it freely save, On earth I was a sinner born But Chbist to me salvation gave. Pictou, April 2nd, 1886. 115 Wi:^ 116 80X08, BALLAD8, ETU. JESUS BIDS ME COME. I Come to Jesus, sinners, why so \onji delay, When He calls you loudly, and shows to you the way ? The way of true Salvation to you Ho offers free. Come to Him. then, quickly, that you may heaven see. Oh ! what a gift is heaven, why won't you it partake, For Jesus died on Calvary, I know it, for my sake ; And for you, weary sinner, He also died for you. Then come unto Him quickly, no longer sin pursue. Chorus, Hasten to Him, sinner, for He says to you, Give up all your evil ways, and righteousness pursue ; Come to Him, he begs you ; come, come away, Heaven's gates are open ; Oh ! why do you delay ? On the cross He suffered, with grief and pain severe. He did it for you, sinner, that death you need not fear ; For He has gone before you a mansion to prepare, Then come, oh ! come, tie bees you, and freely take a share. Thus it is plainly written in His precious Book, He offers you Salvation if you will only look, A free and everlasting life. He asks no price or pay, Then come to Him he begs you, no longer now delay. Chonis : — Hasten to Him, etc. When you reach His kingdom, a home of rest and peace, Where all sin and sorrow will forever cease. And where Christ is waiting, with patience, hope, and love. To share with all the ransomed, a home in heaven above, Where you'll see your loved ones who have gone before. Dwelling safe in heaven, in peace for evermore. Safe in the arms of Jesus, who is the Grod of love. What a precious gift it is to dwell with Him above. Chorus: — Hasten to Him, etc. There is no place like heaven for beauty can compare, Not any sin or sorrow can ever enter there, Where all is joy and gladness, and peace forever dwells. Such is that home in heaven, the ransomed know it well. SUNOS, BALLADS, ETC. 117 ^^^^^ere we'll know each other as once we did on rartb, Where sorrow never enters, nor hunger, pain or thirst, J?or Chnst He is our Shepherd and He will freely share, If you will put your trust in Hira, you never need despair. C?iorus .—Hasten to Him, etc. Pictou, Nov. 5th, 1889. I <•> I IN MEMOBIAM. To Thb Depabted Mother. How piercing blows the western wind ! And once it blew its bitterest blast, To rae I never shall forget — To me forever it shall last. I'm like the bird who lost his matf. Who years before sang many a song. But by the sportsman's deadly aim I'm left to sing a mournful song. Both night and day I sit and grieve There's naught but anguish in my heart, No pleasure doth this world afford Since Annie did from me depart. So pure, so kind, so undefiled. So loving to her children dear. They in their anguish feel her loss, But father feels it most severe. How oft I think of years gone by, Which now makes me shed many a tear. Of all the pleasures we enjoyed, This one makes one-and-twenty years. In fifty-nine I wedded her, As pure as heavenly stars at night, But to the Lord it doth Him please To make another angel bright. Pictou, Jan. 15th, 1880. [ ""Cj i y.:. ^» i) 118 BONGS, BALLADS, ETC. OUE OWN HEAVENLY HOME. Tune — Our Own Little Home. Our time 'a fast fleeting here, Where with sorrow we shed tears, To think that we so long from Jesus roamed, If in Him we put our trust. Salvation, come it must, To guide us to our own heavenly home. Chorus. — Our own heavenly home. Our own heavenly home, There's nothing like our own heavenly home ; The sweetest smiles are there, It's crystal walls are fair, The blood of Christ for us doth atone. When weary cares arise. We look toward the skies. We turn, bright heavenly home, unto thee; And though we feel depressed. Thy love can give us rest — From sin and sorrow ever set us free. Chorus. — " Our own heavenly home," etc. 'Tis only when afar, We see thy guiding star. The star that for us brightly shines above ; So trust Him and you'll tind To vou He will prove kind, We truly know he is the God of love. C%onts.— "Our own heavenly home," etc. His blessings ne'er decay. To dwell with Him you may, If you will only put your trust and see ; The weary, wandering feet From sin will then retreat — His precious blood will ever set you free. Cfiotnis. — " Our own heavenly home," etc. Pictou, October 9th, 1889. > . SONGS, BAXLAOS, ETC. IN MEMORIAM. 119 To E. C. Murdoch, Boeh 16th Jan't, 1881 ; Died July 27th, 1883 ; Aged 52 Tears. The following versea were written in commemoration of my brother'a many virtues: Sleep, brother sleep, take thy repose. From earthly troubles you have fled, Loved and respected while you lived. On earth a righteous life you led. Though deep you lie in clay that's cold. Around you flowers bloom each year, Planted, nourished, and protected, Watered by your loved wife's tears. Yes ! you loved her and she loved you. Few on earth could love the same, If you had your faults, dear brother, Many like you have the same. She in hfe will not forget you, And the same can now be seen, :# For around the bed you 're resting, There are flowers fresh and green. Planted by her hands, dear brother, If you could but see them there. But you have a greater treasure, Yes ! it is the widow's prayer. While you lived you ne'er forgot her. When the wind was blowing cold. '^ "-■■ . * '!>• v And your acts of kindness for her. To the world she's often told. ■ W i I MY SAVIOUR IS WAITING FOR ME. Tune— "i'm Waiting for thee." Not at all do I care what you're saying, For this world it had once well known me, A sinner fast going to perdition, But Christ's blood hns now set me free ; is:L^rt'ULjaTjvM.-uRfuiya 120 SOMGS, BALLADS, £TC. < He has washed me and cleaned me, I know it, He bap made me. how pure, clean and white, To work for the cause of my Jesus, Forever will be my delight. CJiorus : — I'm waiting, yes waiting, I'm waiting, my Jesus, for Thee, I'm waiting, yes waiting, I well know you have set me free. — Repeat. The scofts of this world I'i:a enduring, ^,.,.^,1 -bor them 1 now but iittJe care, For Jesus has plainly told me, A place in His kingdom I'll share ; ,7 And His promise, I'm sure He will keep it, Just come to Him once, let Him try. How often He cries to the sinner, " Oh why, oh why will you die ?" ' CJionis: — "I'm waiting," etc. What troubles, what trials, privations, He suffered on this earth for me, — i My heart tells the same, I confess it. My soul's now from sin ever free ; The same He now offers you freely, Then why do you here stand in doubt, i Just come to Him humbly, I beg you, " In nowise will He cast you out.'' / Chorus : — " I'm waiting," etc. To my Saviour I pray night and morning, And coitstantly all through the day, For the bright boon, I know it, Salvation, I thank Him, He showed me the way; The path He now points out to sinners. The same, it is narrow and straight, J* nd an angel stands waiting, I tell you, To open the Heavenly gate. Chorus:— "I'm waiting," etc. ,^ ^', Pictou, Oct. 18, 1889. '' BONOS, BALLADS, ETC. 121 IN MliMOKIAM. On the death or Alex. Pitts, of Pictou, N. S., Who died at San Bernardino, Cal., on the Otb of June, 1888, aged 22 years. Far from home I'm resting, mother, In the cold and silent grave. But I know the precious promise, Jesus died my soul to save. Yes ! He died for me, dear mother, As He also died for you. It's for you to love your Saviour, And His sacred laws pursue. When upon my bed of sickness, I did often think of home, A nd the bright and happy faces That around you now do mourn. Yes ! the home where I was happy. And most ardently beloved. As I am now with my Saviour, : In the glorious realms above. When upon the bed of sickness There were strangers standing near, Who bestowed their acts of kindness, And who often dropped a tear. Oft I thought of you, dear mother. And my father, far away. When on me death's throes were creeping. Which no power on earth could stay. But ray Saviour, He had spoken, And to you, a sore decree. That my home should be in heaven, ° ' ' - And on earth you'd ne'er me see. Tell dear father cease his weeping, Brothers, and my sisters dear, Tell them all to pray to Jesus, Nothing then they'll have to fear. 122 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. Oft I wished for home, dear mother, When death's clouds were growing dark. That your arms might be around me When I'd lose life's vital spark. But our Saviour, blessed Jesus, With my wish could not comply, Gently said to me, a sinner, " Come to me, you'll never die." Yes 1 my soul is now with Jesus, Where God's chosen can be seen, Yes ! with holy saints and angels, And our heavenly Virgin Queen. Where there's nought hut joy and gladness, And where peace and love abound, Thanks to God, my mother darling. That your son the Saviour found. Pietou, October 23rd, 1888. -» * m * ■ V. 1 1 WILL SHE COME BACK AGAIN? Respectfully dedicated to Captain Larder, Salvation Army, PIctou. Tune.—" Our Own Heavenly Home." With sorrow, now I sing, It makes my poor heart ring. And bitter tears it causes oft to flow ; When I think of her so kind, r Her equal hard to find, With grief her presence now we must forego. Chorus : — And now to God the Father, And now to God the Son, And now to God the Holy, Holy Ghost, We earnestly do pray, To guide her night and day, , - He truly is to all the Lord of hosts. BONOS, BALLAJ)S, ETC. 123 With truth, I now declare. For me she sought a share. Of what our God so freely did bestow— His kirJ and lasting love, He sent from heaven above That sinners might unto Him freely go. With prayer and earnest song, She night and all day long. Pled for sinners that were on the downward road, That they their God would seek. And His laws firmly keep. And heaven then would be their own abode. There are many I see here, Who, no doubt, will drop a tear, For her, when she is from them far away — She begged them to refrain. From sin that did them stain, We trust to God we'll meet her here again. ■ « Should God himself decree, That we should not her see, We trust a place in heaven she may share. Where with God himself she'll dwell. In heaven we know well. We hope and trust we all will meet her there. M » IN MEMORIAM. On the Death of John Duncan McDonald, Who died on the 21st Nov., 1888, aged 65 years. Whene'er I think of years gone by, When you relieved my sore distress. When clouds of trouble gathered round. You gave me ease, you gave me rest : May God bestow the same on you As you the same bestowed on me, It was a Christian's noble act Which proved your Christian charity. ^ 124 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. Now hollow blows the western wind, The faded leaves fall far and near. As do the tears of wife and child For you, the father they loved dear. Cease tears of weeping, now, I pray. And look to God who did us save. He sent a Saviour to this world That He might all our sins erase. 1 1 I may forget some kindly act That others on me did bestow. But in my memory none's so dear As yours to me long years ago. How oft in silence have I thought If ever I should see the dav That God would kindly favor me, So that I might your acts repay. You're resting in the silent grave, As others like you have before ; Your soul's in heaven, I trust, with God, Whom you did worship and adore. No envy had you in your heart. Nor malice to your fellow man. The motto foremost in your mind " For all I'll do the best I can." We all must take a long farewell Of relatives and friends most dear, And to the silent city go, Where we will shed no bitter tear. 80 let us all prepare ourselves. Before we hear the trumpet's blast, That when we knock at heaven's gate. We'll reach our final rest at last. Picioi :v, 25ch, 1888. .'/ li V SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. 125 SHE HAS COME BACK AGAIN. (Rcapectfully dedicated to Capt. Larder, S. A., Pictou.) Tune: •' yVill you love me when I'm old." With bard and steady labor In the service of the Lord, She fought His battles bravely 'Midst contention and discord ; fiut she ever felt undaunted, For her work was not in vain, And the question 's asked now often, " Will she soon come back again ? " Chorus. — That's a question none can answer , But we're hoping for the best, That we all again will see her When she gets much-needed rest. Now, while she from us is absent, But yet not far away, To God who reigns in heaven We earnestly will pray, That He will guide and keep her, That her health she may regain, We trust our prayers He'll answer That we'll meet her here again. What joyous, happy faces, Will meet her in the throng. With hearts o'erflowed with gladness. With prayer and sacred song ; To God who reigns in heaven, We did not prav in vain, For our request fie granted, We ?uive met her here again. Pictou, Dec, 1889. 126 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. li^ P:: 1 if F! Is I IN MEMOKIAM. On the death of Daniel A. Heney, Who wa« drowned In endeavoring to befriend a young man In San Bernardino^ Gal., March 15th, 1889, aged 28 yeare. In death's quiet sleep I'm resting From earth's troubles and its care, I, like many, Mother darling, Had, I think, a double share. In my youth I had no sorrow, For your love took that from me, And you did me fondly cherish In my childish infancy. When upon my journey, Father, Often did I think of you. And the precious words you taught me, " Look to God, His ways pursue." Yes ! I did pursue them keenly, And their impulse did I feel, For they made me pray to Jesus When upon my knees I'd kneel. Little did I think, dear father, When I parted from your love. That I'd be so soon with Jesus ,1 f And His angels all above. | Yes ! my soul is now with Jesus, It And it rests in quiet sleep, Wipe your eyes, I beg you, father, For me do not wail or weep. ?,?'// One request I ask you, father, ♦ Tis my last wish, and sincere, You will love and kindly tend her — One I loved, my mother, dear. When life's troubles gather round her Be to her a shield of love. As were those who walked with Jesu^ Ere He went to reign above. SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. Little thought I, wheu I parted, That We'd never meet again, Not on earth, God so decreed it, But in heaven, there to remain. Yes ! with all the holy angels In that heavenly spring above, Where I'll live with hee forever. And in God's eternal love. My brother, now a long farewell, And to my sisters I loved dear, I bid you put your trust in God, When nothing will you have to fear. And to my friends a long farewell, I bid you all a warning take, Prepare your souls while you have time. That you may enter heaven's gate. Pictou, May 7th, 1889. m » «•> ■ WE'LL STRIVE TO MAKE CHRISTIANS OF THEM. Ten brave men and boys, and our fond loving hearts Beat high in their joy and their pride. Ten perishing souls entrusted to us, That we them to Jesus might guide. Our duty it was to search well each mind. And study the black sin-stained heart, To show them the way of salvation so pure, That from Christ they should never depart. We had thought of it long, and settled it was. That those sinners should Christians be. And our labors, you see, were not all in vain, We have proof, as you plainly can see. Our labor was hard, but murmured we not, We worked with untiring will, Christ kept urging us on to fight for His cause, So we fought and will fight for Him still. 128 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. m ••1 I i HI 4 It Those ten have stopped forth from the sin-trodden path, In the service of Jesus to toil, In labors of love while salvation is sure, And forever from sin to recoil. 'Twas a glorious work, and we grudged it not For sinners in hour of need, 'Twas a glorious work for our Saviour on high, So we trust you will wish us " God speed.'" Like the wind it went on — 'twas a goodly work. And the ten never knew how we planned — How we worked and prayed and struggled to save The souls of this perishing land. And oh ! how we toiled with ceaseless tread, Till each perishing soul should be won, Undaunted we were as soldiers of Christ, We vowed to be never outdone. We earnestly prayed for those perishing souls, ' That God in His mercy might share A place in His kingdom, where dwell peace and love, And none but God's chosen live there. It was joy — it was joy to see them kneel down, And pray with a pure, fervent heart. That God in His mercy would guard them and keep And never more from them depart. Grand and brave deeds have these soldiers done In the midst of great battles and strife. Yet nothing more noble have I ever known Than a God-fearing, Christian life. But the work, it was done, may it ever last, And firm stand the converted ten. Who once were vile sinners dyed deep in sin. But now they are Christian men. So now they will travel the world's highway As sinners they long had been dead, But now they've awakened at the sound of Christ's call, So the narrow and straight path they'll tread, li ■ 80N0S, BALLAJ)S, ETC, To work for the Saviour and for Him souls win, And tell of His luercy in store, The glory of heaven, the torment of hell, Either pleasure or pain to endure. From that Book of Books, what lessons they'll learu Of what is so heavenly and pure, And cause them to toil for their Saviour above, And meekly privations endure. Deeply they'll learn of the meaning of life, And the beauties of heaven sublime, Where God and His angels in harmony dwell, A heavenly home most divine. Pictou, Oct. 9th, 1889. 129 ■ *•» » IN MEMORIAM. On the death of little Nellie Gobdon, Who was accidentally kUled by falliagout of the bock window of the hou«o in which her parents lived at the time. Now our darling, she has left us From this world of sin and pain. She has gone to dwell with Jesus, Never to return again. In that bright celestial city Where none grief or sorrow share. Where she'll ever dwell with Jesus, What to Him can you coinpare ? In the visions of the evening. When the leaves were hushed and still I heard a voice in whispers, Saying to me, "Peace, be still ;" A bright vision came before me. And His face shone bright and clear, And those words were soft and soothing, " Ransomed, you have naught to fear." 130 80N08, DALLAD8, ETC. ** Mearer, mother dear, draw near me, Wipe the sweat drops from my brow, Ood is calling me from heaven, And to Him I meekly bow, Where with Him I'll dwell forever, And His praise sing night and day, Raise your hands in supplication And to Him in earnest pray, £ I That He'll ever safely guide you, That you will from sin refrain, So that when He's pleased to call you, We'll in heaven meet again, Where we'll never more be parted. And there is no sorrow there, It's a gift He freely offers, Mother, come and take a share." • As death's folds were clasped around her. And her lips moved fast in prayer, 8he showed she'd sweet contentment That she nothing had to fear, For she knew the precious promise That by God to her was given. To dwell with Him forever, As an angel bright in heaven. Pictou, Feb. 1890. ■ « » I I '• 14 THE ABMT ROLL CALL. TuNB: ** Come back to Erin." Attention, dear friends, to my glad tale and story,. Me, that was long over-burdened with sin. But now I'm reformed with a sure hope of glory^ Jesus, my Saviour, has taken me in. 80N08, BALLADS, ETC. 181 In the ranks of His army I'll be a brave soldier, And under His banner, come what, I will try To rescue some soul from utter damnation, Hell and its torments I'll ever defy. Chorus : — Come join the Army, The Army, the Army, Come join the Army, No more sin pursue, Come join the Army, , The Army, the Army, Christ and Salvation Are waiting for you. Tou read the sermon he preached on the mountain, That sinners might come and turn unto Him, He taught His disciples words most inspiring. That they should resist all temptations to sin. Thus spoke our Saviour when He sat on the mountain : Blessed are the pure in spirit, My kingdom they'll see, Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are they that hunger, heaven they shall see. Chorus : — Come join the Army, etc. * Blessed are the merciful, they shall have mercy ; Blessed are the pure in heart, for God they shall see ; Blessed are the peacemakers, they are God's children ; Blessed are the persecuted, for they shall dwell with Me j Blessed are you when men shall revile you. And shall persecute you, and all evil say ; Blessed are the meek, for the earth they'll inherit. And when God calls them, in heaven they'll be. Chorus: — Come join the Array, etc. Then why do you linger? for what are you waiting? '^ Oh, why don't you join us ? no longer delay; Jesus, you know, is constantly calling. And He is willing to show you the way. f: il ?lii a m< 132 SOKOS, BALLADS, ETC. Jesus, my Saviour, I'll ever love Thee, For through Thy blood sure ransomed 1 was, And in return I will ever serve Thee, And as a soldier I'll fight for the cause. Chorw : — Come join the Army, etc. Pictou, Dec. 20th, 1889. ■ <•» ■ / IN MEMOEIAM. On the Death of Daniel A. Gillis, Of Piotou, Nova Scotia, who died at Brooklyn, New York, on the Slat Feby., 1890, in the 25th year of his age. No mother's voice was near to cheer, No mother's hand to cool his brow. As death's folds were round him creeping. He to his God did meekly bow. Oft he thought of home and loved ones, And of those to him most dear, Wishing tuey were standing near him, That they'd see he'd naught to fear. Constant prayer to God his Father, That He would His mercy show. For he knew his days were numbered. And to meet his Gnd must go. Yes 1 that prayer his Saviour heard it, And with it He did comply, *' Come to Me, a mansion's waiting ; Bansomed one, you'll never die." Consolation to his mother. That of hope he'd ne'er despair. Often Jesus told him plainly, " Of my kingdom you shall share. Where you'll dwell with Mb forever, And enjoy all peace and love, With your Saviour and His angels. In the glorious realms above." * n SONGS, BALLADS, ITO. Tell his mother who is mourniDg, That for him she need not fear, For his Saviour told him plainly, " Eansomed, be thou or good cheer." Tell his sisters cease their weeping, Constant pray to God above. He will hear their supplication, Truly he's a God of love. Maggie, his kind, loving sister. She was there and did console, And another friend, divinely Helping to prepare his soul — Giving words of consolation. Both in prayer and sacred song. Bidding him to look to Jesus. Soon he'd join the heavenly throng. Now, he's resting in the graveyard. There are loved ones lying there, Where bright flowers they are growing, Planted by his mother dear. Now to God who reigns in heaven, Mother, constant offer prayer ; Trust Him ; He will not deny you. That you may of heaven share. Yes ! that wish, I know He'll grant it, And He never will deny ; Trust Him, mother, ever trust Him, While your Saviour He is nigh ; For His promise He will keep it, If you only to Him look. Ever pray in earnest to Him. Thus it says. His Sacred Book. In this world there's naught but trouble, Mother dear, you had your share, It's affliction God put on you, That you should your soul prepare. 133 134 80MGS, BALLi.DS, ETC. ir r i It's a world of sin and trouble, Little need there is to borrow, For we are not our own keepers- Here to-day, away to-morrow. Pictou, March 11, 1890. <» I EEGEET. Tone : — " Kathleen Mavourneen." How oft through my mind are thoughts now fast fleeting Of how I illspent the best part of my days ; Of the cares of this world, of the future, ne'er thinking, That God had oft warned me to watch and to pray. Chorus : —Think, sinner, think, how swift time is passing, Oh ! why do you ponder ? no longer delay, Christ, He is calling to share in His kingdom. He is willing and ready to show you the way. Oh, had 1 again my life to live over. How different 'twould be from that of the past ! My time would be spent in the service of Jesus, No cause then, as now, would I have to repent. CJiottis : — Think, sinner, etc. A sure hope there is, my Saviour still liveth. For me and for you He has promised rest, A sure hope ot peace and a bright crown of glory For those who dwell with Him in heaven are blest. Chorus: — Think, sinner, etc. When I am there I'll be free from all sorrow, The same He has promised and will not deny, For time's fleeting fast, don't wait till to-morrow, Oh come to Him now while mercy is nigh. Chorus : — Think, sinner, etc. Heaven's a home of the pure and the holy. There's none but the righteous that can enter there, Where angels and saints are dwelling in glory. Come while He calls you, and it freely share. Chorus: — Think, sinner, etc. Pictou, Dec. 21st, 1«89. 80N0S, BALLADS, ETC. 135 IN MEMOEIAM. On the death of John O'Brien, Who died at Plctou, on Sabbath morning, July Uth. 1886, ased 40 yean. The deceased waa a partioulsr friend of the poet. He learea a widow and four xbildren to mourn their lou. " What's this?" "It's death," the mother said, " Tour father lying cold as clay. Who long protected you and me, But now his soul is far away/' " How far, dear mother has he gone ?" " To heaven, I trust," was her reply, " Where all will dwell in peace and love. Where God's own chosen never die. — " A home prepared by God Himself, Where strife and trouble ever cease, Where's naught but joy and happiness. And where is never ending peace — Where Christ Himself forever dwells, Our Saviour and our loving friend, A friend that never will forsake If meekly on Him we attend. *' How oft, my child, I sit and think. Since father's left our circle here, That while he lived us to protect, I nothing had to dread or fear ; His willing hand always outstretched Our daily wants all to supply, His loving words no more I hear. No wonder oft I weep and sigh. " Why should I weep, when God it pleased To take him from this world of pain, To dwell with Him in heavenly bliss ? I trust we all will meet again, And never more to part — oh ! no, — But ever live in peace and love, A home prepared by God Himself For those who Him devoutly love, Pictou, June, 1890. ■5-HB 136 SOI7GS, BALLALS, ETC. THE EANSOMED SINNER. Tr5E: — '* Down in the Garden.** Listen ! who is that man calling ? What a sweet and joyous sound ! Tes I the words are plainly spoken, " Bansomed. you the Saviour found." Chorus : — O, what a blessing 1 Jesus died for me, On the cruel Cross of Calvary, That I His blessed face might see. Often Jesus He had called me, But His voice 1 would not hear, Now He says with loving kindness, " Bansomed, you have naught to fear." Chorus : — Oh ! what a blessing, etc. Sin had long me overburdened, And my spirits it bore down. Now I'm ransomed by my Saviour, In heaven I will wear a crown. Chorus: — Oh I what a blessing, etc. Yes !. a precious crown of glory, Jesus has in store for me. For He tells me, and I know it, I am now from sin set free. Chorus : — Oh ! what a blessing, etc. If with trouble I'm surrounded, I with grief will not despair, For the Bible tells me plainly. Tell it to the Lord in prayer. Chorus : — Oh ! what a blessing, etc. Fear not, ransomed, I am near you. In the calm and in the storm, I have promised to forgive you, If to Me you will conform. Chorus : — Oh ! what a blessing, etc. Pictou, Feb. 26th, 1890. SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. 187 IN MEMORIAM. On the Death of Mabt McFablane, of Pictou Island. In the silent grave I'm resting, Though to rae it's dark and cold. Where there's many lying near me, Who will join the Shepherd's fold. To reign with Him in heaven. Freed forever from all strife, To dwell in peace with Jesus, And enjoy eternal life. Long before death's pangs were creeping On ray withered form and brow, Well I knew I would be kneeling. And before my Saviour bow, Where the angels are in waiting. And who hold the gates ajar. Who are singing, " Welcome, ransomed," Tou can hear them near and far. Ton are grieving for me, mother. Though it gave you trouble great, W^hen, with patience, love and kindness, Tou upon me long did wait. Yes ! you never ceased your watching. And I often heard your prayer, That I'd put my trust in Jesus, Where I'd never need despair. Oft I've seen dear father weeping, ^ And his heart was sore with pain. For he knew grim death was creeping, '• You," he said, " I'll meet again," In the mansions of our Saviour, Where all are forever blest, There to live in peace and' glory. And enjoy eternal rest. 138 S0908, BALLADS, ETC. I Unceasingly my brother watched me, And he did me not neglect. What a blessed consolation ! I on him can not reflect. He to me was love and kindness, And he did the same bestow, Now, I trust my Heavenly Father Will guide him while here below. Pictou, Dec. 9, 1888. «•» ■ PICTOU ISLAND CATASTEOPHE. Likes on the " Invebault." AlE : — " The Harp that once through Tnm's Hall." Oh ! Inverault ; '" ■, Tnv&rault ; Whatever brough*- * -^ >>«»re ? Calamity, to more t'ti.i .e, Which c«used them many a tear. The sobs and sigha ■ 1 tnourufi)! cries That's ringing in each ar, Of wife and child, by you beguiled ! Misfortune brought you here. Misfortune to their friends that's dead, Who now roll in the deep. Cause tears and sighs from hearts and eyes, And long-loved friends that weep. Let many a grey-haired fatlier weep. And many a mother mourn. For them who lefb their hftppy homes JV^ho will no more return. Oh ! wife and child, serene and- mild. We beg you no more weep, Our bodies lost and surf-sea tossed, All in the billow:> deep. Our bodies in the billows tossed. Sometimes in waters shoal, But praise to God who reigns above, Secure He has each soul. I SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. 139 IN MEMORIAM. O5 THE DEATH OF JoHN BeaTON, Wholdled at Pleaaant Valley. April 28th, 1890, aged 66 a ears, leaving a wife and ten children to mourn their Ioh. He waa honort-d and retpected by all •who knew him. ' Now our honoured father's left U8, Never to return again, To his heme with God in heaven. Where there is no grief or pain ; He has ceased from earthly troubles For the land of light and love. He is freed from strife and labor, In thp.i home in heaven above. There is sorrow in the household, Since his pleasant smile has fled, There are tears of grief fast falling, For our loved and honored dead ; Now, our father he has left us. From this world of toil and care. For that fair bright home in heaven, Where we trust to meet him there. •Sixty-six long years have circled O'er his furrowed brow and head, They were sweet as joyous summer, But, alas ! they now have fled, By all honored and respected. Loved by wife and children dear, His last thoughts were God and heaven. Naught, we trust, had he to fear. Oh, the hours were dim with sadness, When his limbs were cold and still, And his pulse beat slow and feeble. As grim death his life-blood chilled ; 140 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. When that face, 80 lair and manly, Paler faded day by day, Well we knew his days were numbered, " Come," he heard the angel say. Precious one, he rests irj glory, From a circle broken now. Follow where his manly footsteps, Marked the way for us to go ; For our loved one dwells in heaven. With the saints and angels there. Let us put our trust in Jesus, That of heaven we may share. Pietou, May 23rd, 1890. ■ *•» ■ IN MEMOEIAM. On the death of Robert Elliott, Who was accidentally killed on the Pietou Branch Railway, Aug. 5th, 1881. Aged 22 years. Oh, mother dear, mourn not for me ; I am with Christ in peaceful rest ; He is the Shepherd sent b}' God To give all souls eternal rest. That Shepherd have I often met, And Him I did despise and jeer, But now I'm in my Saviour's arms. No more I'll shed world's bitter tears. Let father shed no bitter tears. But pray to God to spare his life That he may be a shield to you. My mother dear, my father's wife. Now, mother, weep no more for me. My soul in quiet is at rest With Christ, who came upon this world To make all sinners ever blest. S0JJG8, BALLADS, ETC. How often, mother, did you look On me your loving, well- loved sod, In hope that I might live to be A shield for you when all were gone. But God, He did not so decree, That wish I sought for was not given ; But, mother, I have gained a prize. With Christ I dwell with Him in heaven. Now bend your knee, my parents dear, And pray to God your soul to guide, That when He calls you from the world. With Him you ever will abide. And there to sing His praise with prayer, And join with angels in the choir ; If you do this with fervent heart. No more your Saviour will require. Pictou, August, 1887. 141 ■ <»» ■ — THE BEAUTY OF HEAVEN. Tune :— " Kathleen Mavotirneen." How oft have I thought of the beauty of heaven !— The home of the ransomed, the home of the loved ; Where all who dwell there are forever contented, The home of the righteous — that heaven above, Where God in His glory forever is near them. And angels to comfort them constantly sing The high praise of God and the beauties of heaven, Glory to God and all praise to our King. Chorus : — Accept now the offer that Christ freely gives you, A pize of great value and easily won, It 's life everlasting, a home for the holy, O, why will you linger and your Saviour shun ? 142 SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. i ■ i 't Has He Dot given a free invitation To all wbo'll accept it, no price for the same T '* Come unto me, all ye heavy laden," Best for the weary who believe on His name. None but the Saviour has made such a promise, And keep it He will if you trust Him and try ; How ollen He cries to the sinner from heaven, O why not accept it ? " O, why will you die ?" Chorus .'—Accept now the offer, etc. Where's joy and gladness, the same without measure. That promise is offered to all who may come, To dwell in that home, that bright crystal city, With Jesus, your Saviour, who died to atone. Where the sun never sets, where's no weeping or wailing,. Where sorrow ne'er enters that fair, cloudless sky, For Christ's always there both to soothe and to comfort, Then why don't you come to Him, '• why will you die ? " Chorus : — Accept now the offer, etc. None can describe all the beauties of heaven, But those God has chosen to live with Him there, Where millions redeemed are now with Him dwelling, There's room for you, sinner, why not take a share ? How oft has He called you, and still Ho keeps calling, To give you a share of His heavenly home, Where's all joy and peace, and that everlasting, O ! come, for He died all your sins to atone. Chorus : — Accept now the offer, etc. How oft does He call the deluded backslider, And bid him return to the heavenly sphere ; He bids you return, all your sins are forgiven ; Why, then, don't you come ? you have nothing to fear- We all need that Saviour who's dwelling in heaven, Where guardian angels are hovering round, O come while He calls you, long has He waited. No friend like Him, sinner, have you ever found. Chorus : — Accept now the offer, etc. Pictou, Feb. 10, 1890. i \: SONGS, BALLADS, ETC. HIJ; IN MEMOBIAM. On the death op William Matheson, children" "^lled sTyJa?.'.""''' ^"'" •^''*'"' ^'"'' ^'^' '•"'^"« " ^'-lo* "« A'*^ From this world he passed away. To one of peace and love ; To dwell with God for evermore. In heaven's home above : With meekness he his trouble bore ; The prize he knew be won ; In constant, earnest prayer, be said, " O, Lord thy will be done." Not unprepared to meet bis God, For cleansed he was from sin ; Assured he was, he heard God say '* Come, ransomed, enter in : In faithfulness you did me serve My promise now I'll keep ; That you will at my right hand sit And worship at my feet." For sinners vile he often prayed. That they from sin might cease ; And worship God who dwells above, Where's naught but joy and peace: Where all who choose may have a share^ The same is freely given ; A home of joy and happiness, That home, you know, is heaven. My bosom friend, I bid you cease. Your tears of grief and woe, And pray to God, He will you guide, While you are here below ; Unceasing, offer to Him prayer ; He is the God of love ; That when He calls you from this world. You'll dwell with him above. 144 80NU8, BALLADS, ETC. The loved ones I have left behind, 1 trust them to your care ; I know you will them wisely teach, That they may heaven share. And to this world I bid adieu, A world ol sin and strife ; To live with God for evermore, In never-ending life. Pictou, Jany. 10th, 1890. ■ <— TN MEMOKIAM. Feom Mhs. S- TO HEB Daughter Aones. i h Daughter, dear, be kind to father, He on earth was kind to me; Cherish, honour, and obey him. Men like him you'll seldom see. Oh ! the love he had for mother ! Yes, my child, it was sincere ; Now he is your lonely fiather, Love him, as I did, " sincere." In our youth we loved each other, And we did for many years ; Yes, I loved your father, darling. And we knew no bitter tears. Tend him ; he has loved you, daughter. Ever since your life began ; He is old and lonely, daughter, Do for him as best you can. And the God who reigns above you. He, the same that gave you breath. He'll reward and doubly bless you While you liv.e upon this earth. Father's old and crippled, "dawgf^fer," And his limbs are growing weak. Kindly speak and wisely heed him, That his Saviour he may seek. Pictou, June 22nd, 1885. ADVEKTIHEMKMTS. 14") A. J. UacKNIGHT, HOUSE iL SIOK PAINTER, PAPER HANGER, AND PRALRR IN ALL HHDS of PilHmS' SUPPLIES, Wall Papers, in all the latast pattcru. GBILUO FAPIBS ASD DBCOBATIOIS IS CHOICB DE8I0RS. 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Always iu stoik .- Foreiun Leather, Shoe Findings. French Fronts and English Fitted Uppers. AOKNTS rOtt THK JUSTLY CRLEBBATRD WATERPR OOF " K ' BOOTS. Call and see our imrriense stock and get prices. Orders by mall promptly attended to. Wholesale and Betail. Do Ton Want a liood Glean Shave? ii IF YOU DO, YOU SHOULD BUY THE CELEBBATED "ALQEBINE" BAZOB, Which are fully warranted when sold, and if not FIRST CLASS IN EVERY RESPECT, CAN BE RETURNED. made of Fine Razors and Shaving Materials of every descri^ition. St. J-t-n^r'^^.TaTsrcs'Si IDu-cra Store, PICTOU, N. s. IIS^DEX. THK LlFK OF THE AUTUOR Paok. 3 POKMS: Tlie Hair of My Wife, in the Ring on My Finger 9 To Dr. W. E. Cooke 10 Iloly Jimmie 11 What I paw at the Revere House 13 To the Mayor and Town Councillors 14 The Races—" Nora," the Pride of Kildare 16 The Scottish Emigrant 17 Lines on the Death of President Garfleld 19 Colin Skinner's Petition 21 The True Lover's Letter 22 The Pictou Island Catastrophe 24 The Hero Currie 26 Letter from Rev. P. Melville, M. A., B. D 28 No Repeal 28 Reformer •• Shon " and Rebel " Sheff " 29 The Wee Dog 31 To John Nairn 32 The Informer 33 Despondency 35 The Two Kittens 36 Queen Victoria's Lament for Gen. Gurdon 37 The Tailoress 38 The Full Moon 39 Pictou Island Catastrophe— Lines on Lawrence 40 The Daisy Churn 41 Those Letters 42 The Queen's Jubilee 43 Acknowledgment from Her Majesty The Queen 46 148 INBEX. ^ . . Pagr. PoKMS— Conttnued. Grief 46 To Mr. John P. Meagher, Sr 47 The Sermon on the Moaot 40 The New Bell, Stella Maria Church 54 Queen Victoria's Birthday— 1889 55 To a Sincere Friend 56 Brookside Ck>ttage 53 To Mr. John Roy, thanking him for a copy of Burns' Poems GO Thd Window-Tappers 61 The Old Bachelors 62 Sensitive People (»8 If the Shoe fits you, wear it 70 Queen Victoria's Birthday— 1890 71 Clarence Mills 72 The Independent Farmer 76 The Old Pictou Market, built in the j-ear 1852 7fl To Whom it may Concern 78 The Country Lass. 80 To Annie 81 Honest Labour 81 A Handsome Lass 83 What's in a Name ? 85 New Year's Address to the Patrons of the t'oi. Stamhml . 8(» Will j'ou love me when I'm old ? 88 Answer to " Will you love m«) when I'm old ?" 89 Lines on Mrs. Murdoch 90 Charming Mary A 9k The Farmer's Life 02 Toasts, Epigrams, k c 95-98 Songs, Ballads, Mbmo:>ial Pircrs, rtc: The Pictou Railway 99 Blake's Travel to Jordan lOO The Pictou Railway 102 Patrol Guard 104 The Branch Railway 106 INDEX. 140 c >^, . . Pagk. SoNOS, Ktc.—Conttnued. * No Repeal jOg Pictou Town Branch Railway log Our Beloved Canada 109 Defeat o' the Deil 110 In Memoriam— On the Autho?'«i Mother 112 Jesus, the Bright and Morning Star 113 In Memoriam— Owen Crerar 114 Jeflus bills me Come 1 1 In Memoriam— To the De|>arted Mother 117 Our Own Heavenly Home 1 jg In Memoriam— To R. C. Murdoch 119 My Saviour is Waiting for Me 119 In Memoriam— On the death of Alex. Pitts 121 Will she come back again ? 122 In Memoriam -On the death of John Duncan McDonald. . 123 She hat come back again 125 In Memoriau-On the death of Daniel A. Henry 12G We'll strive to make Christians of them 127 In Memoriam— On the death of little Nellie Gordon 129 The Army Roll Call 130 In Memoriam— On the death of Daniel A. Gillis 132 Regret 1,^ In Memoriam— On the death of John O'Brien 135 The Ransomed Sinner 136 In Memoriam -On the death of Mary McFarlane 137 Pictou Island Catastrophe— Lines on the " Inverault " 138 In Memoriam— On the death of John Beaton 139 In Memoriam--On the death of Robert Elliott 140 The Beauty of Heaven 141 In Memoriam— On the death of William Matheson 143 In Memoriam— From Mrs. S— C— to her daughter Agnes. 144 I'^DR^ 147-149