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"^'tllTT^r'V f'jCyM ISiQ. mm-'-: Liiiitilla 1 Li ^ y , ' . ,ii,.A*-»^^wryY' .-^if ' ■f -fr ; 3; f r 'i ' V 9 * — . » I* 4 & i t • • « « • • • « < e « • • • « 0 Year's Day, 18(39 52 )ugh God we live, &c. . . fi3 lovd Samuel Wilson 54 PAOB Epistle 55 John Kindred's Address 67 John Kindre:3 58 To Revd S Wilson 1869 69 Piench and Prussian War.. 60 The Slain 62 The Battle Field 63 Busy Bodies 64 Thos & John Atkins 66 Thos McBurney . 66 Think on the Past 66 On Visiting Ottawa, 18'' ".. . 67 City Misery 68 Forest \ arblers 69 Cultivation 70 Christ's Universal Reign. ... 70 Crime 71 vVhat God Saith 73 Hear what God Saith 74 On the Year 1873 76 On Fi lends leaving Scotland 76 Thos D'Arcy McGee 78 Lines to the Young. ...... 79 Summer 80 PHrmersville 81 Fife Wheat. 82 An ola Settler's Grave 82 The Dying Infidel 83 Who is my neig"hbor ...... . 83 A Question 84 liife a Voyage 85 War bringeth Peace 86 Bigotiy.. . . . . 87 Epistle to a Friend .. 87 What the Gospel Wrought. . 88 VI PAGB Sfttnn dotb siill (le!Kn 89 Tbe Wicked like the troubled Sea ..... 90 Alcohol 02 SIftin by Alcohol :.... 93 The Maine Luw 93 Temperance .« . . . 94 A Dreatti 94 No New Thing 95 Otonabee 96 Nabalish Woridlings 97 Prescott 98 The Lord's my Shepherd 99 On Death 99 Up3 and Downs 100 Xeene 101 Mnalers and Servants 102 British Law 102 Ancient Law 103 Saul 104 Thoughts on Bygone Days,. 105 Scotch Thistle 106 Scott's Centenary Meetings. . 107 Novel llynding 109 To the Electors of t*eterboro 112 To a Minister 113 To a Friend 114 To Friends in Old Country. IIB Foiest IMoneer* 115 Otonabee IIG Mrs A. .V 117 In Memorfam, Geo Dickson. 118 J Robertson & J Blizard 131 Mrs Millar 142 Chasic Thos Kindred.. 172 John Hewie, Ksq 173 Geo Gillespie, Esq . . 174 Mrs '"ameron 175 Mrs Wood 174 RobtWiod, Esq 177 James Dickson, Esq ... J 79 Peter Gillespie, Eeq ... 180 W m McGregor, Esq 180 Mary Ann Jemison . . . 181 Geo Easson, Esq 182 Wife of M.M. ?. D^^' 183 James Xilson, Es i ilR 197 Mrs. Geo Easson.... ill 197 Mrs iiarker ^.*; 253 Satan 77 PAO Man 118 For the Examiner He Dr Fowler's visit to Keene.. 122 Past Feeling 12J What Christ came to Do. . . 128 Man needs the Rod 124 The Oonlrast 134 To a Young Woman 1J6 The Liquor Traffic 126 The Aged Man.. ijt Joshua's Faithfulness 192 The World a Stage 184 Archy McNlvin 134 Archy McNivin's Address.. 188 TTis Account of his Conver* sion 139 Temperance Call I45 Bible God's Will to man 146 Decrees of God . . I4t Creation 149 Redemption 150 Scotch Rhyues 144 The Gait Revival 152 My ioul, praise thou the Lord 147 Rev. S Wilson 14I On hearing Rev. J. Greener 140 The Liquor TraflBc 150 The "ospel Call 157 False Professors 158 TheSabbatli ]58 The Repenting Brother .... 159 Expersenca Teacheih Fools. 160 Another Week is gone 161 Peace 161 The House of God 162 To Drunken Fathers 163 To ^ Prodigal Son . ... 164 Health 165 Prayer 166 Heaven Bound I6t Doth God care for us 16T To Mrs Stoney 169 To a Drunkard 169 Delirium Tremens 1 70 A Tall to Parents I7l Winter is Coming J 172 To W M Esq 153 Prepare to meet thy God . . . 182 A Father's Praytr . 184 A Drunkard I8fi Wi ' FAQB To Worldly Professors 186 On slO{)pit!g a Tea Meeliog . 1H7 Tlio Covenanters 188 To John W Esq 188 Gariier Bo}-8 Address 189 The Dying Man 190 Humuu Lite. 191 Ixample 193 Alcohol 19 J To Christians 194 Otonabee Biiggs 196 'Scotland and fScotcbmeu. . 196 Memoranduui 1^8 Pride .. 200 The Orphan 200 Ainbiiiun 201 Scolding Wife 202 Diunkards Boy's Lament... 203 To A rchie McNivi . 203 Od Dancing 205 Faith 206 IJope 207 Love 2 7 Man's Creed .... . . 2O9 To Mr. T. S 209 To Thos Stewart 210 Ancient Fathers 211 Death of John l3rown 211 Delirium Tremens 2 2 Temperance Song 214 A Dialogue 215 To Stephen Balmer, Esq. ... 216 Wliat caused me to roam... 217 A Foolish Saying 218 HAGS Beware of False Profits . . . 220 A Father's advice to his Childtcn 220 Humiliating sight ... 221 Qrandlnlher in the nook. . . . 222 1 O Iv ■■ ■ Li '^* '^ ••••••••••• AZQ My Moihi-r 224 Dull Trade und Poverty .... 226 To John Lamb 227 Lines Wrote in 1840 22ii Our Lord's Command 229 DeithofRev T. Uuthrie. . . 231 (;eo Easson 232 Jo&eph Metcalf 234 Robt Brown 234 Two Broiliers 236 Summer 236 Strong Diink 237 Thoughts in adversity 238 De8i)ondoncy 239 hat are you waiting for? . 240 Temperance 241 Row in a raverii 245 My Grandfather 245 To Mrs. Uaig 246 ngratitiide 249 The World 260 Peter oro St Andrew's Soc. ■J'!2 .Mother 2.">l Mrs. McGregor's lament .... 252 Father 252 Conversion nMded 254 Draw near to God 255 The Clashing Wife 256 ERKATA. In tho preparation of a Work of this sort for the Press there ar« no inconsid- erable difficulties to encounter, arising from reading' the Manuscript and from other causes. We believe tliat the present little work is very free from mis- takes, yet one or two have been detected. In "The Scotch Laddies' Wish," the following verse should have appeared as the third : A laddie once in home spun coat, Chanced to hear j^eople say, Free Grants of Land are to be got In North America. On tho 113th page, Isii verse of *'To a Minister," &c., the last line is omitted and should read : That you came here. Few, if any other errors will be found in the Work, ^©mmn %■ Of-' rs Sir, on your judgment I rely, I hop'3 that you'll not me deny. . What I want is, fov you to scan These vei'ses, my enditing, For I believe that no man can Be judge of his own writiiig. For high-liown words ye need not seek, Nor ideas bright and clear^ For they've been written as we speak, Wha' hae nae muckle lear. What ye think of them let me know, For some to me have hinced — I should not keep them shut up 80, But get seme of them printed. You being a faithful, trusty Scot, Your judgment will decide. If fit for printing they are or not, [n you I thus confide. If you will do for me this thing, Favouring a brother Scot, Your doing so will never bring Upon your name a blot. For thei-e's not anything I know, In all you've to look o'er, To turn a fiiend into a foe. Without being one before. A GRAHAM. fr •^0 WM^ ^^^^^^'^'S li,"^»^''^F- Hcotland, la ml of hill aiid dell, Round which ocean, billows swell, Where the fleecy flocks are seen (Irazing on lier mountains- gi-een ; Where the daisies clothe the bracs, And the birds send np their lays From the blooming whin clad hill, And the shaded hazel dell Where heath bells and mountain rose, And the broom, and heather grows ; And the blooming, wlr'te hawtliorn Do the lawns and fields adorn ; And the'whimplirg burnies flow, Murm'ring as they onward go Throug'i the caverns and the glens, Gurgling through the marshy fens 'Mono; the hills and mountains, where > ( ?lans had fought i.a days of yore ; And many foemen fought and fell, Before the days of shot and shell. And the worthies, often thev Fiom their Dersecutors lav. On the mountiiin, in the jjlade, Had *liey oft to find a bed. Cenotaphs for the holy band, Scotland's hills and mountains stand ; llomaiitic are the highlands found — But in the lowlands, all around Are fields extending far and wide, (Jiiltuied with taste and pride ; Where is seen the gulden grain Waving on the lowland plain, And abundant fruit to feast Both the heart cf man and beast. Talk of the other kingdoms two. Be their merits gi'eat or few, To Scotland, my place of birth, T cling ; Yet others welcome are to sing What their own country adorn, • As I do mine, where I was born. 1. n HallowM Hi)ot in every breast Wliere ancesti'iil nslies rest ; Most men wifli tlivMr (iays to close Wlieri' their f;itheis' diiHt v<'|)(».se. m- ^it'i^v»l;ice. Tu Scotland, hy the Firth of Forth. Is Fifeshire, lyin^; toward the iioi-th, In which a tovn is that's called Lang, Where I first joined the motley thraiig. Kirkcaldy, famed both far and near, For biick and tile and earthenware; Foi" coal and snlt. and lint and yarn Made into cloth lit for King's wearing. Trades there of all occni)ations, There Smith wroi;e The Wealth of Nations, There Edward Irwin, sad to tell, Was to preach when the Kn'k loft fell, And numbered fifteen with the dead, IVsides the crip])les that were made. 'Twas there the Revd. Shirra dwelt, Who on the sea shore humbly knelt, And i)raved the Lord to CMUse beijone The pirate ships of Paul John ; A storm arose, after he'd piayed, Which risoiier's free. Unicing tliey together Do praise tlieir common Jjord. Who fi-e'er than a brother, . ])otli grace to theni affui-d. We've I'uii on Scotland's whinny braes With lights(/me hearts when yonng, Delighted with the warbliiig lays Of birds that sweetly snng. A.iid sought the 1 in tie's nest among The hazel and the wliin, W^atchiiig, wliile the old l)ir(l snng, The bush, her nest to win. More haj)py when we got the nest, Homeward with care to bring, Than miser o'er his treasure chest, Or lord, oi- ]>rince. or king. Those youthful days still cheer the ndnd More than earth's glittering gold ; In memory's nook we still can tind Them legible, thnt the miser, who liath passed Without giving thee a might. ill the world will ne'er \n) nji.ssed, When earth claims her lawful right. The Lord he doth not foiget thee, Tho' you've long been sitting there ; Longer He is not to let thee Be begging, in the tlioroughfure. Not beh)w the Lord of glory To behold a blind man's grief ; You'll not need to beg to-morrow ; Bartimeus soon will ttet relief. - I BARTIMEUS RECEIVES HIS SIGHT. A trampling oi a crowd ho hears ; *' Whac doth this mean J" aloud he crict, Tho name of Him sounds in his ears, Who gives to blind men seeing eyes. As quick as thought he up did rise, * With faith that Christ couM make him Ktto ; " No time to lose ]" aloud he cries, '^ Jesus, have mercy n[)on me." The Saviour then a full stop made, Saying, " What shall I do to tLeo V Bartimeus, answering Jesus, said. " Open mine eyes that I may see." " Thy faith," saith Jesus, from the night Of darkness, frees thee, you've had long. *' Now, go thy way, receive thy sight" — Bartimeus seeing, joins the thnmg. K 20 ^^e ^Jc^ ^,«« ««a g»ga<^«j». Behold the rich man's umuHion tower, Shrub'd around, with walks between Likewise a shadow 'd ivy bower, Where one in piirj)le dress is seen. AVho, sumptuously fares every day The wine cup quaffs, 'ni'dst ii»irth and glee ; Whose servants at a word (^bey ; In readiness must always be His guesis the noble, and the gay. He among them the only great ; Whilst minstrels gay before him play, A poor abject lies at his gate. One sick with sores, and very poor, Unfit to labour for his food ; They've laid him at the rich man's 'door, Because he's rich they think he's good. Desiring with crumbs to be fed, That from the rich man's table fall ; Of table crumbs to make him glad, Some think that he got none at all. The dogs came to the gate and stood : Their looks told they did him deplore. Approaching him in friendly mood. With gentle tongues, they lick liis sore. At Ijist Lazarus bids earth adieu. By inhumanity he's driven : Angels around poor Lazarus drew, And carried up his soul to heaven. Likewise the rich man's houi' doth come ; His soul from earth doth pass away ; Death sends his body to the tomb, To lie and moulder in the clav^ 21 To what |)laco hath hiH S[»irit fled ? Thft word of God bucIi inyHteiieH ieiW ; Altho' tho body's 'u»ong the doi\d, HiH Kotil lifts up its eyes in hell. H«w oiput the contrast ! to relate ; In hell the rich man lifts his eyes, Sees Jjazanis, who lay at his gate, In Abrliani's bosom, then he cries : " Send Lazarus for to ease my pain, With water my parched tongue to cool, For ['m tormented in this flame." Thai was the end of this rich fool. Thus shall it bo with every one Who lay up earthly treasures here, And after worldly jdeasures run, That ncnther God love, nor Him fear. Take courage, ye dejected poor, Who suffering by disease do grieve, Tn Heav'n for jou there's joy in store. If ye in Jesus Christ believe. of i^c ^ertd. Could we draw the covering off the tomb. Remove each coffin lid ; With what surprise would we survey. The chambers of the dead. Where once the sweet and winning smile Could captivate at will ; Instead of smiles, a ghastly grin : The tvspect of each skull. r I ! r oo Tlioi eye, that one time coiil'l outshine The clianiond's sparkling li^lit ; And ghjDc'd its lightning to the heart, Is now eclipsed in night. The tongue that once could fluent speak, Command at every breath ; No more is eh quent, or hoard, Its cunning's lost in doittli. W here are those strains of harmony, Which ravish'd once the ear 1 The flow of language and of song, Which drew admirers near. m Silence, death silence, now doth reign, The vital sparks are fled ; Love, song, or hatred, no more stir The hearts of all the dead. The pampei-ed flesh, so lately dressed In costly rob^s, and gay, la now tjie food of reptile worms, That ftM^d upon the clay. My doom, and doom of all that live, Within these coffins lie ; From heaven the sentence hath gone forth That all mankind must die. There may lie here, forg(^t. unknown, Tiie ashes of the bi a\ j ; Who pushM the battle to the gate, Their country to ^>rpserve Now lying low in mould ring dust, They had their pmiscis sung Around in flowing verse, as sung Aloud by old and young. But death did come and lay them low. Whatever wt»s their trust; The weak and strong t( gpther, they Are equals in the dust. 23 There rich and poor togotlier uieet, Tliere's no distinction there : The portion of each, a winding sheet, Last dress tl-at mortals wear. Let none go past in thonghtiess mood Tlie graveyar«l entrance gate, Without being full of serious thought, What soon sliall i)e their fate. For very soon we all shall lie Among the silent dead, And be like those our Jioughts survey, Withiji the oollin lid. forth |w, «cS ^Vi^iiicrt alter* ibe ©ctttb oi « Who bards are so biisy praising, Tiiiough iif(i caused many a sigh ; And actions, perhaps, most debasing, Have gone bt-.fore him to the sky. They bid us shed a tear and nnouin For him ; they say, fame claims her own. Where are the hearts that in love burn ] Where will you find tliem that bemoan ] [Too many hearts have mourned their last, Too many te;irs through him's been shed. [Less priis(; for him, if actions past Were told, by them in death's cold bed. ^hey tell us, grateful Europe's weeping Over the bier, with his C3ld bones. b'ew have seen the tears down dreeping, Few have heard the heartfelt groans, low many men of noble n)ind, For mankind fought, for mankind bled { ^o monument for them we find. No sighs, no tears for theui are shed. 24 But since lie's gone, free grace divine May liave par.don'd his sinful soul; And joined with Ltizarus to shine, Where everlnRting pleasures roll. ^B i«c2 o« i^c 3?«gi IpeuF, t87<>. m i 1i 'ii' I i " I !'i, il I U- As moments fly and days puss by, And months and years in time roll on, To man through life changes are rife, And felt by those whose friends are gone. Cheerful and gay last New Year's day, Were parents with their children dear ; But death hath come, and laid low some Down in the dust since last new year. We often meet, upon the street. Those who deep mourning dresses wear, Whoss looks express, as well's their dress, That they have lost their partners dear. Short as a span — the life of man, Altho' long life all long to have. In many a case, short is the race Between the cradle and the grave. Although among the busy throng. From life to death men pass awny. They're soon forgot, when comes their lot To mix in dust with kindred clay. Partners may grieve as long's they live, And children mourn the orphan's lot ; But in among the busy throng, The dead are vei-y soon forgot. In the year past, war it hath cast France into death's ii' ItlOl'l Inconceivable thou, Almighty, ever near ; No language can express Thy majesty and power. All that v^e know of thee, Ts what our eyes can see And what our ears doth hear. ;m 1 The Heavens thy power declare. On earth thy works we view ; Yet beyond human ken We live and move, but how, ~ ^f^j Is only known by thee. Who doth supremely rule In heaven, o'er earth and sea. Then what doth thou require Of us, whom thou ha, t made 1 Who live and have our being By power to us unknown 1 Of our sins to repent. Cleave to Him, thou hast sent,!/-. Believing what he saith. :!| aw'g ^of>iton i^mtt ^otl. God unto man the world did give, That he in happiness might live ; But when sin entered he did li«, Under the curse ot Grod to die. Tho' man through God doth live, and move, An enemy he apt doth prove ; Tho' God invites him in his love, How slow toward Him doth he move ? Alfcho* God threatens him with pain, From sinning he will not refmin. To God be still an enemy — I!.*' lJ,*i:m/A' tm ill It «8 Sin Btill, altho' his bouI should die. Some seem regardless, though driven From the happiness of Heaven. This seems a too common spirit, Many at this day inherit ; But the gospel seed will grow, Which the Lord himself did sow. The stone out from the mountain, still; Shall grow till the w|jole eartli it fill ; God's grace throughout tlie world be known, Christ claim the nations for his own. M ««— - God is a sun and shield To all his people, Sword of the spirit yield — They're over able. They can run and mount higli Without being weary ; Though in dungeons they lie, Are never dreary. They have a light within That's ever shining, Whatever state they're in Kever i-tpining. Tho* o'er some height their foes Would thi-ow them over, They know, stronger than those, A power doth hover. Nothing they have to fear. For God is ever Unto his people near. He leaves them never ; Their comforter alwaysi In time of sori-ow. When finished are their days — Their sun and glory. 29 Slew |geui-'§ ^^Y, 1873. Anotlier year Jiath past and gone, And through its twelve months* stay, Many dear friends througli life we've known, Have been laid in the clay. Parents dear, and children, too, Now lie beneath the sod ; Which saith, dear friends, to me and you, Prej)are to meet thy God. For wo know not, it we shall be Another twelve months here ; Many now gone had hopes to see Their friends on this new year. As days, and months, and years pass by. Midst cares and troubles rife. For sovereign grace let us apply. Which to the soul gives life. For out of Christ, the wrath to come Shall ever on us fall ; But in Christ's stretched out arms there's room, Bless God ; free grace for all. With the new year that's now begun, New resolves let us make ; In righteous paths resolve to run, All evil ones forsake. if M -••*-i*- tttUtttd af'e ggtt*«»lS «« ^^e ^t»§i. Midst life and death we're living here, Soon earth from which we^came, Within her bosom disappe-ir Shall all of every name. so I I The rich and poor, the good and bad, The wise man and the fool, Be what they may, joyful or sad. Death o'er them all shall rule. To his dark cavern under ground, He huddles all away ; The illiterate with the deep profound Are equals in the clay. Vile tyrants there no more are rude, Nor kings obeisance claim ; All to the worms becometh food. Mankind of every name. Here they may pompous titles have, And in their riches trust, But kings and beggars in the grave Are equals in the dust. tc^ei)^ a^e XtKe i^e i^o«l>I< 3ea« " The wicked are like the troubled sea, whose waters cast up mire and diil A wicked man, given to vice. Is like the troubled sea ; [t matters not, whither his lot A x)Oor or rich one be. Whither a beggar clothed in rags, Or king in royals clad, Hearts full of vice, doth never cease To commit actions bad. ? r He only doth enjoy a calm, Whose heart is pure within ; The man of lust often runs fast The downward course in sin. 31 f, r^"^ e. ^e, re le i^at»l3^< cast up mire and diil Thei-e's not a vice degrades man more, And causes more distress Of fifiief and woe to him below, Than the vice of drunkenness. It ruins his health, it robs his purse, Degrades him every way ; It brings him woe in time below. And through eternity. It's now become the ruling vice In this, our present age. To rulers shame, be most the blame, Tho' sancion and engage. Men for to sell the liquid fire That fits men to do crime, Nine-tenths that's done, the common run. Through strong drink in our time. Both old and young the downward course. Through it, are running fast ; Death's accidental, suicidal. Hath been rife in the past. It really seems the christian mind Is far from- being awake, - Who ought refrain, from drink abstain. Even for a brother's sake. ease ;t/s Parents they mourn, and widows grieve. And orphans weep and sigh ; Yet all this seems pass like a dream Before the public eye. Poor houses, jails, and maniac cells. Proof positive declare , Strong drink should not be sold or bought But onl^. where drugs are. The motley crowd seen shivering round The bar-rooms under night. as Wliose Wives at home in sorrow groan, Tboir siiU'erin^ are ho great ! Poor, liiingiy children round them crying, Adda sorrow to tlieir lot ; Wiint Jind mean fare, ai"o often there, Within the drunkard's cot. 'Twould make a heart of steel to feel. To know the grief of those Poor children dear, who suffer here For want of food and clothes. And yet our Legislators lay The temperance bills aside, Altho' that tlitv' a«50 every day The evil spreading wide. Tiiere's youth reared up with tender care," By i>arents dear and kind, Who try to fill, with all their skill. With good each tender mind. In each they spy sotoe anxious hope To i)ay for all their care ; 8ome future bliss they shall possess When hoary is their hair. But oh, how often the reverse From what thev hoped to have, With hopes all flown, tkey ai-e brought down In sorrow to the giave. Perhaps a son, an only one. Their only help and stay, With willing soul, goes to the bowl, And drinks his health away. With sorrowing hearts they view the youth W^hom tenderness did rear. Fading away, fast to decay. No more their hearts to cheer. 88 Mothers may kiss thoiv pallid choekfl, And try their liveH to save, But for all their care, their lives to apare, They fill the drunkard's grave. Unwary youth are often caught Before they stop to think ; Temptation strong, are in the throng, To lead them on to drink. The catalogue of human woes Are full of scenes such ; What can be done, to stop the ruin Of youths that we love much 1 There are the Sons' of Temperance rules ! Those rules are good, and shows The Divine will, that remains still A cure for all tliese woes. Who toucheth not the maddening draught. Shall Rachab's blessing have ; God shall them bless, all who do this. And shun the drunkard's grave. ®V«= iSa^ver-l^ S,avet§. INES ON THE READING OF THE BANQUETS AT SCOTS CENTE- NARY MEETINGS, POME OF THE CLERGY BEING THE CHIEF SPEAKERS TO PRAISE THE WAVERLY NOVELS. Woe me, it's sad news for to hear, Tae a Scotch heart it's vexin*, That Scotland, fam'd for Bible lear, Should fa' awa tae fiction. Her preachers once indeed were saints, Who counsel'd the unruly, Saw tae her peoples' spirit wants. And preached the gospel truly. i' ! ' 84 What change is this come o'er her noo ? Instead a holy teaohin' At banquets her high clergy spew Scott's novels out like preachin'. Was John Knox tae look back he'd think Them a' upon the batter, 'Midst songs and toasts he saw them drink Like alnners the fire water. Was Watty Scott alive himself, 'Twould beat him tae describe, The wizard stories half so weel As Scotland's cleric tribe. They've made, indeed, a great ado'. What Scott for Scotland's done ; To make action appear as true, Like him there had been none. That has created tae the life In his imagination ; Beings that ne'er were, and wonders rife, Ne'er heard of in creation. That he in makin' fiction wark Was second tae nae other. Mair for the world did Mungo Park, And he was a Scotch brother. Had they the Scottish martyrs taen, 'Twould been mair like their coat. They deserve mair the nations fame Than e'er did Walter Scott. etXier' ^crxkit artd i^e @ixvett»tiie^^ A man' s weakness and his strength generally lie in the closest neighborhood. One great charm of Sir Walter Scott's poems and romances is their chivalric character. His own weakness was admiration for the high in rank, and the chivalry conceived as belonging to them. But the Covenanters were not chiv^l-| rows. They were merely earnest men, who faithfully endeavor- ed to practice what they believed, and would not be compelled I to practice somethinsc else. Theio was no glamour about them. 36 lt» attier'j In short, they were jtiat tho patriots who, in the time of Charles II. and James II , stood firmly by tho Constitution, nivil and ecclesiastical, of their country, when " a ribald king and court," to use Sir Walter's own words, attempted to extinguish both. A healthy openness to the admission of all realities was one of the noblest features of Scott's mind ; but in this direction his predilectiona more than once misled him. Opponents of the Covenanters had claimed the solu honors of chivalry, and called themselves Cavaliers. Many of the nubility, and men ambiti- ous to be araonc the nobility, and who onco signed tlio Coven- ant, deserted it at the Restoration, anY always trusted, Who was with them ever nigh. Foes might chase them o'er the mountains, Hunt them out amoug the hills. Still they met and God did worship 'Mong the rocky cavern dells. Often cowardly are the wicked. Servants of the Lord most bold, God's power known in man's weakness, Strength divine did them uphold. What they fought for we enjoy now — Liberty on British sod ; May the God our fathers worship'd Be their children's children's God. A LOYAL PEOPLE, BUT MUST HAVE LIBERTY OF CONSCIENCE. TO GAIN SUCH THEY HAVE RESISTED UNTO BLOOD. The Scotch a loyal peeple are In time of peace, in time of war. Wherever they are found ; 'Mong other nations them you'll find, United as much as any kind. And be as much i-enown'd. I!i i 40 A Scotchman never need disown His countiy or his native town, It good his conduct be ; Their national character of old, That Scotchman truthful were and bold, Aye loving to be free. Tho' slow, but sure the Scotchman is In wealth he's oft found to increase, And loves to see the end Of everything he has to do — Must see that everything works true That he has to attend. Upon them every nation stare, For Scotchmen now are everywhere That wealth is to be got ; Where'er commerce is to be found, Throughout the earth's remotest bound, You'll find a canny Scot. A nation large in firmness Hath been the Scotch, in ilk distress They've had for to endure ; For freedom they've been very bold. Their legal rights could always hold, Afifainst superior power. They'd rather lose their king than let A king false to the Bible sit Upon n, Scottish throne ; Cruel tortures suffered many a man, And through the fire went many a one, 'Ere success did them crown. They firmly stood and would not flinch For edicts or high courts an inch, Be rack or fire their doom ; They in the Lord did put their trust, Who lays the wicked in the dust. That 'gainst his laws presume. 41 When victory their efforts did crown, They went and broke all idols down That in the temples stood ; All imagery that they could find, That might false worship bring to mind And lead the heart from God. Some think they to extreme did go, But what thev suffer'd, who can know All that on them befell ; They butcher'd were on every hand, The cruelties they had to stand No tongue on earth can tell. How would we feel it we to-day Were not allowed to meet and pi*ay, Except in heathen form 1 And if we did attempt to try, We by the guillotine would die. Or at the stake would burn. Or be bv thumkin screws made fast. Or turned out naked in the blast, On frosty nights to die ; Or be put in the iron boot, Wedged tight until the blood oozed out. Or in a dungeon lie. Such suffering in the days of old, The Scotch they suffered, we are told, But they stood nobly out ; The more they bum'd, tortured and slew. More firm and brave the Scotch they gi*ew Till they could victory shout. With feeling we our thoughts have cast Upon the cruelties of the past. Which now have passed away ; Dead now for centuries have they lain. And may such never be again, While there is night and day. t 42 On persecution, fire and rack, In peace and quiet we now look back — More blessed is our day ; For ve can worship where we will. And none dare say we're doing ill, Whate'er we preach or pray. Blest with a Queen who loveth peace, Pattern to all her race. Long may she live and reign ; And when she^s done with all things here At God's right hand may she appear — A heavenly crown obtain. §« *%■ Ml ^ i'l liilM.; One of the Scottish Ma/rtyrs. Sufferings ot Patrick Hamilton, We, in Scottish history find. Who died a martyr at the stake — Collective, calm, resigned. So slow and lingering was his death. He wished them to be smart With more fuel, and stop his breath. That he might soon depart. They tried him hard for to recant. But dying grace was given ; He'd rather die a martyr saint. Than be shut out of heaven. From memory time has blotted out Mariv worthies' names thus slain, W ho all left earth without a doubt. That death would be their gain. Who longed to be around the throne And join those who thus pray ; How long, O Lord, will time roll on, 'Ere Thou our foes repay ? 48 They, strength divine had to maintain, The truth, their hearts desire ; For oft they seemed to feel no pain When burning in the tire. 'Midst shouts of " Heretic," away The martyrs' souls were borne On angels' wings, with God to stay. No more to grieve and mourn. Ere that the Scotch true freedom got. Through sufferings great pass'd they ; The conscience liberty they sought. We now enjoy to-day. :efleeit«stt. We see good men — their end is peace, Whate'er their suffering be, For God is with their souls in death — Entering eternity. We see this in the martyrs, Who did earth's joys partake, That with their Lord, now in Heaven, Celestial joys partake. We see George Wishart in the fire ; Argyll upon the block ; Like to their Lord, how lamb like, they Endured the mortal stroke. They, choosing rather for to die By halter, fire or sword, And bid all earthly things adieu, Than disobey their Lord. With grateful hearts, should we look back On what they suffer'd then. And praise the Lord, by fire and rack, No people now are slain. 44 God's word, it now for all is sown Broadcast throughout the land ; No herald now proclaiming death On those who it defend. The promised era now has come, Recorded in God's Word, When people all, both great and small, May truly know the Lord. Ignorance, no one need now plead. That's born on British sod. For every one may now profess The written word of Grod. !!': ill ^a^U ^ge^ When superstition men inhaled. And power o'er ignorance pievailed, We find recorded in history, God's Word was kept a mystery. None durst it keep to read, or give ; If they did they might not live. They, in whose houses it was found Were dragged away, like ielons bound, Before inquisitors to stand. And suffer what they would command. It was this in our fathers' days Which caused so many bloody frays. In superstition's darkest hour God raised up men, tuU of his power, Who, for truth's sake, in Heaven's cause. Stood boldly out 'gainst human laws ; Fearless of foes' revengeful ire Which burnt some of them in the fire. Both English and Scotch divines, Whose name in history's pages shines, 'Gainst fire and rack did scatter wide The Bible truth, which turned the tide ; Which now shall flow the world around, Till God's Word everywhere be found. 45 ieoiltttsd t« i^e ^agi. Reading records of bygone days, Wounded our hearts must feel ; How the Scotch worthies' faith was tried By rack and fire and steel. When Claverhouse murdsred John Brown, And threatened his wife to "clap," Down by his side, when gathering up His brains into her " lap." No one can read of the bloody deeds That were committed then, Without feeling a chilling cold To vibrate through his fiame. Grateful we feel when looking back. Such days are passed away, And with them, likewise, all those fields. Who loved to kill and slay. Of the thousands then sacrificed. Through intolerance and pride. Grievous to think it was priestcraft That did the monsters guide. Deeds of each ruling party then, Were equal vile and rude ; It's hard to say which party did Shed most of the saints' blood. Each party, as they got in power, Seized all who did oppose Their doctrines ; who called it false Were sure their lives to lose. Their vaunting talk, "We are the lords ! 'Gainst us, who dare say nay 1 To judge them by their works, we might The devils, rather say. 46 m ;■ 'il ip That we live in an age of peace, With conscience libei'ty ; None daring to make us affraid — How thankful should we be 1 May we enjoy the liberty, Thus bought for us so dear ; Praying the Lord that such dark daj s May ne'er again appear. Whene'er ye meet, v/i' pride think on The deeds your auld forefathers done, Who sought their country's weal ; And were tae death or victory led, That kept ther hills wi' heather clad, Wi' their broad swords o' steel. They did not only stand an' ficht For the land, their lefijal richt, Against contending foes ; But freedom too to worship God They'd have, altho* their blood it flow'd, An' their lives they sheuld lose. There's not a nation under Heaven, For the sake o' truth's been riven, An' stood as Scotchmen's stood ; Bible in hand, on heathery knowes, They worshipped in spite o' foes, An' trusted in their God. Tho* hunted oft, from hill to hill, Still they would meet an' worship still- Cleave to the sacred page ; God'B praises sing, tho' foes were near, WHh trusting hearts an' voices clear, Altho' their foes should rage. 47 For conscience liberty they fought, With blood they bought what we have got ; Their names let us revere. When meeting on St. Andrey's day, Or worshipping, we meet to pray, May zeal like theirs appear. John Knox an' a' the holy band. On history's page shall ever stand ; Their names shall never rot. Throughout the world's remotest bound. Bold for the truth be ilk ane found, Wha claim to be a Scot. t»e§ ^tlil^e§§etl io gcoilmtid* Native hills of height and grandeur, Where wild flowers the air perfume. Where moor fowl, in plenty, wander 'Mong the heather and the broom. Ever, when I've thought of going Back again thy hills to see. In my way, dame fortune's throwing Something, still to hinder me. For I'd love to see flocks eating In the fields, upon the plain^ And to hear the lambkins bleating On thy pasture hills again. To see thy streams and bumies flowing, Now would be a treat to me ; And to hear the cattle lowing, And the birds song from the tree. Often on thy braes I wander, In my dreams — upon my bed, And at night I lie and ponder How I from thee have been led. 48 1 J It |:i;.rl^^ 1 ■ ! !■* i\ fiil ill -, .--^-'"■■■'■iii Real industry and order, In thy midst doth ever reign ; Ruling powers within thy border, Ever Btnve peace to maintain. In sleep often am I carried Back to thee, auld Scotia dear, Where my ancestors are buriea. Who all loved thee while here. I, the first was for to leave thee, Back as far's the family's known, Altho' leaving does not grieve me, Still I love my native home. From my memory ne'er defaced, Associations of the past, With dear friends I've oft carressed. Some of whom have breathed their last. Could I wonted health recover. Be as when I left thy shore, The Atlantic I'd cross over And see thee, Scotland, yet once more. $%e^cotc^ S«ddie'§ |5Ji8% Sic»Xi§e< The Scotchman's mind is ever set, A home for to obtain ; And if he can, he'll try tae get A bit land o' his ane. This ruling principle o* mind. The cause that we to-day So many thriving Scotchmen find Throughout America. But how tae get, he coudna dream. His passage o'er the seas. Till in his iiiin' a thoucht there came, Tae save a' his bawbees. I r laBt. more. :0.ll 49 I'll g(5t rt little box, tUoucht he, All* gather richt awa ; That naiie my little bank may see, I'll hide it ill the biiie. An' gather oii at the bawbees Until I sjet a lot, Then wi' them I'll cress o'er the seas ; Resolved the brav(i young Scot. His whole atteution did he give, His object to attain ; Was confident, if he did live, He'd hae Ian' o' his ana When he tae years o' manhood came He thoucht tae chanfje his life, An' get a fireside o* his ane, Kept tidy by a wife. He married, an' got a wife, A Scottish maiden f.^ir ; The earnings o' his frugal life She spent wi* frugal care. '* Wha bodes a silk gown, gets a sleeve," The canny Scot would say ; An' if I lang enough shall live, I'll see America. This idea in his mind did float. An* uppermost did keep, When he up in the morning got. An' nicht, ere he did sleep. It like a ghost did haunt his min', Alike by nicht an' day j He thoucht nae peace on earth he'd find, But in America. lame, a At last resolves tae actions brought, Tae America he'd go > Whar folk said Ian' was got for nought, An* peace an' plenty flow. " 'i! if- :!!!l i 60 He took an* Hold a house that }»e Had boucht wi' his bawbees ; Wi' that he had enough tao fee His family o'er the seas. 'Twas by thus gatherin' his bawbees That gae tae him the funds, Tae take wi' him across the seas, Wife an' six o' his sons. Tae Upper Canada they came, When settlers were not rife, Whar they remain, unto this day, Under the name o' F — e. But now the old folks' ashes rest. Near whar at first they came ; Whar ground tor a graveyard's drest. Called by the family name. Grand children's children did they see, Ere they passed from this life. And now among their company Are many a J — e F — e. Let all who read this be apprized ; Ere he old age did see, The laddie's wish was i*ealized ; Houses an' Ian' had he. Who'd prosper an* succeed through life. They every chance should seize ; Begin when young, like J — e F — e, An* save a' their bawbees. Friends of youth are still reraember'd, Tlio* from them we*re far away, And age throws its mantle o'er us. Giving us a crown of gray. 61 Still foiid memory loves to lluger, Think oil sceiieu long past and gone ; Hceiies gone thioiigh in days of childhood, Acted ei-e life's cavea were known. We then cares and trottbles knew not, But like lambs did run and play ; Seldom was the morix>w thought of — New sports came 'long with the day. Then of pleasure jver dreaming ; Could then say, l)egone dull care. Life a pleasure — nature's beauties In our eyes shone bright and fair. By the Firth of Forth, its waters Chear'd my heart on them to gaze. When like crystal it was shining, Underneath the sun's bright rays. With the ships upon it sailing, Wafted on before the breeze ; Oh, what pleasure did it give me. Oft to stand and look at these. Often, often then I wished That with these ships I coulil go ; And as I in years advanced, Dii this wish more stronger gt-ow. ■ ffi«»v8- Till at last the day arrived, My long wish to be my lot ; To cross the Atlantic ocean — Canada be my resting sjiot. But since then the many troubles done through, tho' now like a dream ; For waters of affliction many. Have I waded ttnough life's stream. 1 But the last is yet to come, One that all mankind assail ; None hath come l)ack hero to tell uii How they passed the gloomy vale. ff Ww 52 But our Saviour hath gone through Who is now exalted high, And Who now is saying to us : " In Me tear not for to die." it, " For I suffered death to save you, Only through Me grace is given ; All who trust their souls to Me, They shall dwell with Me in Heaven." Blessed hope ! oh, let us choose it, Hold it fast— nor let it go ; For we shall, if we refuse it, Be consigned to endless woe. Where shall weeping be, and wailing, 'Mong God's grace rejecting host ; When on earth their days are ended, And their precious souls are lost. it Since our Saviour all inviteth, " Come and of Me life partake, Let our trust be wholly on him. To be saved for His own sake. Blfssed Gospel, to all precious. Whoso willeth let hira come; For in glory where invited, For believers thei*e is room. (Jome, tluMi, all, and be partakers Of this blessed gospel grace ; Joy you'll have here, through believmg, And Heaven be your resting place. ew .eai^% 'Yf t8G9, Another year it numbei*s Among the years that's gone ; Many in the grave now slumbers That last year's sun shone upon. 53 Within its measured period, Many a heart's been glad ; While mourners they have carried Friends to their lowly bed. Love, joy and grief are mixed All throughout life's career ; Some are with trouble vexed. Some joyfully while here. Year after year is rolling, Bringing us to decay ; Soon the bell will be tolling, Telling that we're away. Life it is but a shadow. Its measure but a span, Death is always ready To stop the breath of man. Some of the youthful number That now our hearts do cheer, In dust may lie and slumber Before another vear. While the gospel trumi^et's sounding, Proclaiming gracs for all, And the love of God's abounding, Let us obey the call. m ^^r^o»§^ goa 'tvc »ttil IMove. All things derive their being from God, By whom all live, but few doth know The moving cause of all that's good In Heaven above, or earth below. Man, who was in Gk)d's image made. How unlike God now is he found 1 His heart to godliuess is dead ; For his sake God has cui^sed the ground. '■■ i''T"f" ■•(Ff :i I l!';'i 'ii'iH 54 The once pure gold lias become dim, The cistern full has become dry — The heart's corrupt, and wholly sin ; Man's-good for nothing but to die. Yet he is an inmiortal being. That must live when times no raoi-e ; Who ought to praise his God and sing, And all his attributes adore. Instead of pi-aise, in him is found A heart God's wishes to deny ; AlLho' God made him from the ground, Acts as if God he would defy. Still God doth pity man's estate, Altho' against him he doth sin ; Wide open stands the heavenly gate. And mercy's bidding him come in. TO RKV. S. WILSON, ON HIS LEAVING FARMERSVILLE, MAY 20th, 1872. A pilgrim man's on earth, And wandei-s to and fro ; The friends we love are oft removed, And to a distance go. How sad we often feel, ^Vhen friends and pastors leave, "^ ^ose winning parts have gained our hearts ; For loss of such we grieve. And truly at this time, Yoi, such a change must feel ; Whose listening ears, have these three years, Heard him at Farmersville. He faithfully has preached, That gospel grace is tree ; 7"P>i 65 Inviting all, both great and small, From future wrath to flee. A sadness will be felt, When he bid's friends adieu, For ne'er shall we another see, More honest, just and true. Where'er his lot be cast. While he on earth doth roam ; Wake or asleep, may God him keep, And heaven be his home. And to his family may Abundant grace be given ; When from earth they do pass away, May they all meet in heaven. ! i I' i;§ile ixx gl^oi^e^ ^eoigttt OrHttnclu. Sons of old Scotia, ever bold and free. Why from thy native hills thus do ye roam 1 Why have you come across the raging sea To find in Canada a second home 1 In search of land, is it that you thus stray From home and friends, and all that you love dear 1 Or was it need dix)ve you from home away 1 If so, then, friends, the needy's home is here. With willing hands, and honest hearts, you may Find all you seek, if sober and sincere ; But if you're not, you'd better staid away — Idlers and spendthrifts do not prosper here. It's often said, and sometimes found too true, " The Scotchman loves the wee drop in his 'ee." Here you will find out that it will not do ; They thrive in no place who love barley bi*ee. 4 i: S9 If yo -. k V ve fled aristocratic sway, To be from under tyrannical rule ; To where each man can get equal fairplay — Not need to crouch from every purse-proud fool. This is the spot for you to come and stay, Such as you've left you have no cause to fear ; Whoe'er comes here is sure to get fairplay, For servant John's as good's his master here. Firmness, a rulinc; faculty of mind, Fully developed in the Scotia i-ace ; Tn days gone by, in liistory wfj can find Firmness of purpose bought our country's peace. Before that universal grace sha'l reign, For which om- fathers prayed, and longed to see, CusiomK tiuit have upon ua brought a stain, In sooiiil met-^tinffs, such must changed be. Token of fiiomlship, wns the social glass, Begun ere kuowii the evil it would do ; 'Mong priests and poojile it did pass, A mark of frieiiilHliip that was real and true. Given in fiiendsliip, taken as a good. So thus the custom it hath been brought in ; Till custom, like a Samson, forth has stood, And slain its thousands stained with guilt and sin None here, or elsewhere, ever can enjoy What is real liberty ef heart and soul ; If health and means, they both of them destroy By drinking oft the spirit — alcohol. It is not evil, some are pleased to say. It's only those who drink it that are so ; It's proper title, be whate'er it may, There's misery through it to the thousflnds flow. A bane to every son of every clime. Indulging fi*eely in the social glass ; The moving cause of almost every crime, And through it thousands mourn in deep distress. id fool. 57 Sons of old Scotia, ever bold and free, « If lineal blood within your veins you've got. Stand forth and fight for truth and liberty, From Scotia's sons wipe out the staining blot. fear ; ere. TO THE ISLE OF MAN, PRAYING GOD's BLESSINO ON THE LA M> OF HIS BIRTH, AND ON HIS BRETHREN, STILL ON 'i M : EARTH, APRIL, 1870. s peace. i to see, e. true. in; t and sin stroy nds flow. jp distress. Beloved Isle, my native home. Why from thee ever did I roam 1 What in my heart. Isle, against thee, That made me cross the raging sea 1 Against thee, nothing had I ever, To cause you and me to sever ; In my heart I love i,'^ee still, Bf loved Isle, ami ever will. Separation seems my destined fate. For nothing in thee do I hate. Tears down my cheeks have gushed free, For friends I left behind in thee ; Who now the shores of time have passed, For in death they have breathed their last. Friends that on earth no more I'll see. Parents who dearly loved me, They are dead, while I live on. Here on earth — they are in Heaven ; In glory, where I hope to be, With them throughout eternity. In answer to their earnest prayer, I hope at last with them to share With the redeemed ; with joy to see The Saviour, Who died for me. Island, surrounded by the sea, Once more on thee I long to be ; In me hope often heaves a sigh, To see thee yet before I die. No chungd would I expect to see, On natural scenery around thee ; But among old folks that I knew, H '1 i liiii 58 In liealth and life there would be few. And schoolmates now are old and gray. With whom I used to run and play ; Some of them now in the grave lie, And gone to their reward on high. There wculd be few that I would know, "Was I back to thee, Isle, to go. May His blessing on thee rest, Who the believing souls has blest ; Within thy sea girt island be, Where the gospel's preached free ; Who bids the raging sea be still. Who can l)reak down man's stubborn will ; May he witliin thy midst bf) known. Who heaven and earth claims for His own. Again I may ne'er tread thy sod. And view in thee the works of God ; Again thy sea-lashed shore not see, But still will I remember thee. In spirit, island friend, we may At throne of grace be, when we pray ; God's §race rest on thee every one, Wisheth a son of Isle of Man. Tiiere's kindred spirits here below, Kindred s}>irits in Heaven above ; 'Mong the best Kindreds here I know Is John, whom we revere and love. Sincere in puri)ose, great in mind, Tn liis deportment always free, A loving bj'other, faithf'il friend, A tried christian on life's sea. His trials on earth have not been few, Tlirougli tloatli he's suft'erod family loss, But hath, in christian patience true, Yielded, and taken \i\} tlie cross. Oh may his Master's s})irit be Always within liim to the end ; 59 Fruits of his labntn ni.Jv ho mio In tlios(! wlio «1() his oImhs ntlnid. And when he's dono witli all holow, His spirit taVn its npwixrd tli2;ljt, May friends that's left rejoice to know He's gone to tliose wbo're dress'ed in white. f:. n ON HIS LEAVING KEKNE, JUNE 23, 18C9. An' ye're gaun awa' tae leave us, Perlia})? nae niair weel see Ye'r ain sel' an' ye'r ain' dear wife An' bonnie bairnics three. As minister we've lo'ed ye \veel, Ony niair it coudna be, Anither for to fill your place We fear we winna see. We weel may ca' ye brithev Scot, Wlia ne'er climbit Blarnie hill, The church's good ye've always songlit With a decisive will. liiad folks are they wha wid ye ca' Or try tae injure thee ; Frao double sly designing rogues May goodness keep ye free. The bread of life wi' liberal mind, Ye've dealt to every ane, When children sought the bread of life Ye didna gie a stane. But dug deep for the gouden word, An' dealt it out in love. That ilk ane micht wi' grace be dres't To reign wi' Christ above. The next we get we hope like you He'll be an honest man, In all his actions just and true, Doing all the good he can. So fare ye weel, may God protect A f 60 You through life's changing scene. At throne of grace do not forget Your friends ye left in Keene. Thae twa three lines scrawled out in Scotch, Altho' they'ie rather tame, They'll let ye ken ama ig friends left Ib Alex. Graham. J.: . : Just now France had no cause to fight. No power usurp'd upon her right ; The only cause, if cause there were — Napoleon was not the crown heir. But fearing Prussia, ne*';;bboring power, After Napoleon's reign was < *er, Would join with Spain, and they as one,. Might place a Bourbon on the throne. Thorough craft to rule, Napoleon came Because he bore his uncle's name. But the last Bonaparte be he That ever shall a ruler be. This is the universal prayer That now is heard, most everywhere. For all the glory he can claim. The glory of assassin's name. ^^«»1 eoYi W>^ eYSY w; »T»«1. 9 AUGUST 25. — REPORT SAYS NAPOLEON, FOR FEAR OF HIS SAFETY, WAS TREMBLING. Napoleon, yon may tremble. Too late now to re])erit. Thy fate may soon resemble Hisy who iKjfore thee went. 61 A curse unto the world Hath been thy tamily name ; It's time the race were hurl'd Hence to the j)lace they came. It's the desire of iiations To Bee thy downfall hour, No more may thy relations Be raised like thee to power. Thy name, leagued with con'uption, In infamy shall fall, Except in life's destruction That human hearts appal. While on battle fields are lying Dead bodies, heap on heap. While glittering swords are hieing, Harvest of death to reap. Tho' youth and age are lying In thousands on the ground, The armies still are neighing To have a.iOvaer round. In grief parents are sighing, Their homes to them left di"ear, For 'mong the dead and dying Are those whom they love dear. 'Mong orphans, sad and weeping. Widows in grief are wrung, Because in death are sleeping The fathers of the young. Had'st thou in death been blessed. Ere manhood thou did'stknow, France might at this time rested And been without a foe. Some anti-christian call you, A just and proper name ; No wonder death appals you, 'Mong hundred thousands slain. ri2 Tiiko ITsiiiiiiii 80ine ar«( Moving Tliciy slioultl oxnlt you hi^^li, Whore ovoiy murtleroiis being Like you, should swing aiul ilie. But ilciith in any form A ransom cannot be, For tlie shiughter, grief and liarm TJiat liiis been caused by thee. War and your end together ; The liearts of nations ]>ray, May in France sucli another, A sceptre never sway. Tliey sleep, altho' the night wind's sighing, Tho' o'er them foot and horse are flying ; Stir not, tho' loud the cannon's roariuir, And shot and shell are round them inuring. Unnumbered voices loud may yell And onward to the distance swell ; The noise of war may wake the land, And forces meet, each sword in hand, 'i'huir country's weal may be at stake. The sound of arms cannot them wake ; The conquerer, Death, hath on them laid His icy hand, and they are dead. When in their mother's arms they lay, And around their homes did play In sportful glee, 'midst laugh and roar, 'Twas never thought in bloody gore Upon a battle field they'd lie, Ijike slaughtered beasts to bleed and die, Without a friend or mothev near To shed a sympathizing teur. Fond parents nursed them up with pride, Ifoping that with them they'd abide. And when they had life's journey passed They lay their gray hairs in the dust. But vile ambition, ever cruel, 63 Too often found in thoae who rule, Called out, with little ho[)e to save. Strength of the country, young and brave. Bravest and best that that they could frot Before fire engines them they set ; Hundreds of thousands soon were found Lifeless corpses upon the ground. lil^i 95^' ic U War horaes are neighing, The dense smoke is fleeing, The noise of the cannons Echo from each hill ; While bugles are sounding The thousands are bounding, Sword in hand, eager Their foes for to kill. What a fiendish spijit They're made to inherit, Thus to slay brothers Who ne'er did them ill Wlnle nations are wonu the tiro Would keep some witch from her desiie. If too much whiske}' some laird ta'en, li'.^ll o'er the craig -'.)rak{! his neck bane. 67 Or off his horse fell coming haine, 'Twas some auld wife wha got the blamo. If any one took sudden ill Or an untimely birth befell, 8onie duce old woman, no far by. Against her was raised the hue and cry. That she was seen in open air That night, in shape o' cat or hare, With other imps dancing a reel Where they held converse wi' the deel. When education was so rare The folks believed so everywhere, The ghosts and witches then so rife, Young folks they durst not for their life. Go out at night when it was dark Least they should meet some "cutty sark," )r some old witch should past them glide; Who on her broomstick took a ride. What they had heard in early day Was in them when their heads were gray ; At ghosts and witches and such stuff, Youth at the present time would laugh. Since learning's spread, witchcraft has fled, Likewise the ghosts of all the dead ; voviewing the past, tell every one The great good education's done. * " ' Twenty-seven years have past and gone Since I the ground here walked upon, 'Twas village By town then I saw, But now the city Ottawa. Wonders they say are never done. New sights seen underneath the sun, So may I say by what appeal- I 68 To ha e been done since I was here. In Canada I never thought Such mason work there had been wrought ; Such buildings I am of opinion, There are but few in the Dominion. Most of the buildings of hard stone That ere such beauty could be shown ; Expense and labour must been great Ere they such buildings could create. As on I past with eager view, Lifting my eyes to something new. I up a crossing cast my oyes — What did I see, to my surprise ? Three monstrous buildings stood in view, The more I looked my wonder grew. The moneys surely plenty were That raised such buildings as these are. Getting permission tc go in, My feet they made but little din ; The floors with carpeting are laid That with the feet no nOise be made. If the outside it grandeur bore, The inside did excell it more. Describe it fully one's no chance By walking through the building once ; In wonder I have oft been let To think how much these buildings cost. But as I through their inside went I saw liow the large sums W3re spent. The member's blest who gets in there — He's sure to have an easy chair ; No wonder, cushioned np so sleek, Some of them rise not oft to speak. Could we i)eep i7\to garrets and low cells We there would see fruits of the " stills," Where punishment for crime is fully wrung Out in full measure, both on old and young. Hunger and coM these objects suffer there. And in their souls feel nought but dark dispair ; 69 Sin has wrought misery and the deepest woe That would appal the stoutest heart to know. In places such the new born babe is found, With its poor mother, lying upon the ground Without a niu'se, them nourishment to give ; Death 'mong them's rife, but, hidden like their hon« They're humbly carried to their lowly tomb. Age, too, 18 seen shivering in a cold, dark nook, Without the comforts of the holy book ; And many 'mong them better days have seen. Making them feel their degradation keen. What christian heart can know such is the cas(^ And not feel })ity for the wretclied race 1 Feel in their hearts inclined to aid and plan Some means to succour suffering lellow man 1 What's vainly spent among the rich and great, One half would fully meet their suffei'ing state. 'Twould feed and clothe the needv every ono, And God weuld bless them for the good tluis dono ; What Scotland's bard said, " Fully meet tho price. The one lialf do it, spent at card and dice." -•-^^»- ♦- - sor'egt ^«rlilct^^. C'liccM-ful tenants of the boughs G.aly dres't in glossy hues. Who wakes the morning early rays With their sweet melodious lays. Architects thou art indeed, Neither nile nor line you need, Yet in proportion neatly drest Each builds his own commodious nc. t. lis lis, rrung |oung. [icre, dispair Anu'm Tn sholter from the cold and storm, They oft are rOofed with the sliade. Nature, thy plans and comforts aid. He who taught your throats to sing And welcome in the opening 8})ring, Who taught you all your curious skill, And gave you uatunj's working will. Ii 70 Uff Md Was once on eartli in soriow laid, And had no where to lay his head ; For man he yielded up the ghost That ju'ecious souls might not be lost. And in the grave he was laid low, A humble spectacle of woe ; The cross, the spear, tlie lonely grave, He bore that He mankind might save. Save them from sin's dominion j)Ower, That in the world mankind alure, That they might sing through endless reign, '' Worthy the Lamb, for Ht was slain." Our days on earth, alas how few ! Yet heedlessly we spend them ; Altho' we prove that daily true, Yet move slow for to mend them. k We all have need to turn too The work of cultiA^tion, And all have means that for to do Whate'er our occupation. The heart feels better when its led In thoughtful meditation, It may be o'er some book we've read- Redemj>tion oi* Creation. To cultivati^ the liuman mind Tiiere's nothing can be better, To train our thoughts to actions kind Divine grace, rule our nature. An era promised in God's word Wiien men shall seek unto the Lord And in the scabburd [)ut the sword No more to slay ; \^ Nil As He He Oori lint fy , 71 But with their faces Zioii wani Shall meet to pray. Drunkards shall lay their cups aside, On sea (Jf death no longer glide. No more througli drunkenness deride God, and hlaspheme ; Bui with his ])eople shall abiae To praise His name. Let christians all unite to pray, That (^ud would hasten soou tlie day When Government shall take away The tempting hait That's leading our fair youth awtray To ruin's gate. Before they ever stop to think They tempt to taste, and tlien to drink- Befoie they are awaie they hiuk Without remede, Past feeling o'er h — I's gloomy brink Among the dead. (K ftirrte* When Adam sined. crime it began And ever since Ijath reigned in uuui ; Since tluai unto the present time (xreat is the catalogue of crime. From virtue's path far hath man stiayed. Whom God in his own ima1 mm 78 To men till they their senses lose ; Keep them till money they've no more, Then push them outside of your door. Sonie find their way and stagger home, Some lie till carried to the tomb ; Some go home mad and beat their wives, Some others, they take theii own lives. All those you've led the downward road Will witness 'gainst you before God ; Some of them have already gone — The others they will follow soon. When God to judgment calls you near Against you these shall all appear ; Think on these things, ye manslayers all, Ere God shall you to judgment call — Ere misery in eternal gloom It be your everlasting doom. Where lost souls wreath in deep dispair. Blaming themselves for coming there — Saying, had we listened to God's call We never would been here at all ; But God's reproof we would not hear , Tho' mercy called year after year ; But obstinate we did remain. And sold our souls for worldly gain. These with the voice of warning call To you and me, deal friends and all, To shun the path while here below Which leads to everlasting woe. They with their lips to me draw near, In sanctimonious mood ; In outward forms they seem sincei-e As j>eople truly good. Hi 1 m \ I 74 Unto my dltara regular they Do sacrifices bring, And in my sanctuary pray And loud my praises sing. Yea, compass sea and land if they Can make one proselyte, As if they made my word their stay And my law their delight. Woe be to them, they are not mine, Inwardly they are not so. For far from me their hearts incline In evil paths to go. They set aside my law, that's pure, Against me they transgress — They grind the faces of the poor And rob the fatherless. Ere I can truly call them mine They m;:st do what is just. Their hearts towards me must incline, And in me put their trust. Isaa 5-12. ►at ii\. The viol and harp, the pipe and wine, Their reveling feasts display, Against me ever they incline, They silence what I say, I've called upon them from my throne, And offered them my grace ; From me they've altogether gone — They're a rebellious race. Within the realms of endless bliss Rebellious souls can't go, 76 Thoir (loom shall be tho dark abyss — The pit of endless woe. Is it the word of God, dear friends, That si)eaketh to us so *? If we wish not the dooms of tiends, Why with the wicked go 1 The customs and the pride of life. Gainst which the word decries. Shall be the bane of thousands, rife In sin, that life destroys. The dance, the party and the ball, So common in our day, Is where our youth from virtue fall, Hence oft are led astray. Amidsb the dance, were death to call. Who'd wish to haste away 1 What consternation would there fall Amid the fun and play. Professors ought to try and stop These common customs rife. For many through them have no hope Of everlasting life. ' ji^ iwej o« *% e 11 [eat? tB7a We hope the year now come Hath hid for us in store. Rich blessing that will cheer us While we its months explore. And hope the past hath taught us In whom we ought to trust, W'h) hath kept death from laying us Amid our kindred dust. 76 We hope more peace nrid union 'Mong brothers there shall be. And all in life prepared More for eternity. For the past year has shown iis Some do what they ought not, Instead of love and kindness They 'gainst eacli other plot. How many of their actions Show forth their ruined state 1 We pray for grace to change them Before it be too late. That He who ruleth over, Show forth His power to save Them all from death eternal Ere they pass to the grave. t«te« KXtx mv't^tt ^S ABOUT TO SAIL FROM SCOTLAND TO AMERICA IN THE YEAR 1842 Soon will the time be here When froixi the beach a burk will stear, Bearing the friends that we love dear Bevond our care ; May that shij) all misfortunes clear, Our constant prayer. Altho' its gloomy for to pcUi- Upon the seas tremendous roar, What cause have we to be demure For their welfare, When he who rules the waters o'er, They are his cai-e ? When in the pafh of duty driven Protection's promised from Heaven, For in six troubles, yea in seven, I 77 God can ns save ; Safety throu^li fuitli it luvtli been given Upon the wave, Thev have no cauH« for fear at all Who with the Lord do trust their all. For nought on this terrestial ball Protection lack ; God of the sparrows that down fall Doth notice take. Then for our friends let us not be Afraid, altho thej^'re on the sea, Except that they, like Jonah, flee From God's command ; Where duty calls, as safe are we On sea as land. k^EARlH4-J >% ^aiatt. Father of lies, why did you not Abide in thy own state? But did'st against our parents plot That they might share thy fate. SutMcient was it pot for thee To break the peace of Heaven 'I l>ut tempt man, too, that also he From happiness be driven. Through thee he now is out from God, 'Gainst God his mind is set ; . Like thee, he's travelling the broad road That leads down to the pit. Murder, and every hateful sin, 'Mong men. through thee, is found, A\id shall be, till in pit shut in A thousand vears thou'rt bound. 78 Thy agents rife are anions' men, ITot odious, but seem fair ; Not horned and hoofed, black from the den- Such (brms would not ensnare.' But like some shining angels bright With blepsings to bestow, Were you to show thyself aright No one would with thee go. Would man thee hate, and evil shun, Earth yet a heaven would be ; Abide, foul fiend, in thy own state, May I be kept from thee. Ifl^ WHO WAS SHOT AT OTTAWA ON THE 7tH APRIL, 1868. A death knell to Fenianism Nov/ is peeling o'er the land, D'Arcy McOee's murder telling What's the spirit of the V)and. Barbarians in the nineteent)i century, 'Mong folks bearing Christian names, Surely the ghosts of the fifteenth Hath come back to oarth tgain. Cruel race of barbarous m,^rdei'er8, Wholly guilty, one and all. Not only the as.«a...Jn Who drew the trigger — made him fHlI. But the plotters altogether, Who plotted that McGee should fall, The s'oice of the ceuntr;y saith, Take them wholl^^ hang them all. Altho' that the people's saying As McGee is let them be. "■>■''>■-.■/■ 79 Still they would not be a ransom For the Honorable McGee. Perfect peace we'd ne'er enjoy While men to such actions cling ; Raiding, plundering and murder Will no good to Ireland bring. Ireland with church tithes are burdened, From the which she should b<) free, But 'twill not remove her Burden That they've murdered McGee There's no doubt but Christian Briton Will consider Ireland's Weal, Remove from her every burden That she may true freedom feel. By her christian laws she'll do it, Not by spilling of mens' blood. By the equal laws of Briton Based upon the woixl of God. mt » ^o *k' otttt 9 Let not the voung despise the old Nor their experience spurn, For if they heard their history told Some lessons they might learn. A fool, that captain, how'e'er smart, That would pretend to know, And say that he without a chart To foreign lands could go. With such a one none would their stocks Venture — far less their lives. Fearing lest all among some rocks Would be lost among the waves. The old thpt'a sailed the sea of lite, In foul weathar or clear, ! Pli !■' li nl um% 80 Can tell us where are dangers rife, From such our course to stear. Uj)on the sea of life there are So many shoals to shun, Experience of those gone before Are needed every one. So let not youth despise the old Nor their experience spurn, More worth to them than shining gold What from them they might learn. lM»rttrtet^« WRITTEN WHILE GOING THROUGH THE WOOuJ. S Summer now is come No more the bitter blast, But the insects' hirnnt Upon the eai* is cast ; If in the woods to walk you try, How these lancers round you fly. The music of the birds You have no peace to hear, Legions are on your face, Stinging from ear to ear ; No peace but when you use a lash Around your head, ol leafy brush. A thirsting for your blood. All seem of one mind. Not one among the host But will sting, 1 find ; If larger, with proportioned power, l.'hey'd every living thing devour. «4 Egyptians had a plague, If the same kind of flies, I wonder they were left At all with seeing eyes ; I've tried to stand and face the group, But two or three seconds beat nie out. Out of the woods I fly And seek the current breeze, Which drives the thursting rogues Among the leafy trees ; Worth, you will find among such bands, One pair of feet, two pair of hands. I've walked thy streets, a stranger I To all that I did see, And likewise all tht passers'^by Wei*e strangers unto me. The fii*st in thee I did espy It was not man's abode. But towering spires, tops reaching high, Which mark the house of God. Thy rural beauty, pleasing fair, - To visitors proclaim, A name for greatness yet you'll bear In the Dominion. Thy modest children in the street Proclaim their parents' mind. All mexlest, civil and discreet In Farmersville I find. ^MiiHiiiilaiiiki i f iwm (• 82 INTRODUCED INTO CANADA BY MR. DAVID FIFE, OF OTONABEE. This man conferred a blessing great In many a town and many a state, - On man and woman, youth and child, Alike on saint and sinner wild. This wheat ejrows, tho* the soil be wet, Where folk ne'er thought of growing wheat ; Before that some this new wheat got They oftentimes did mourn their lot. And what to do, they could not tell — It beat them to raise wheat to sell. They often tried a change of grain. But the harvest cry was, rust again ; Through disappointment oft they sighed, Blasted their hopes, all kinds they tried. The voice of joy left many a place. And gloom was seen in many a face ; Some sold out for to ease their woe, Bought land where they thought wheat would grow. This was their state till this new wheat They tried and found it was complete. Through it a blessing there has come To many a one and many a home ; His fame shall last after his life, W ho introduced the wheat called Fife, He sleeps, the pioneer of former days, No stone to mark his head is seen, To tell the travellers as they hie Out through the forest evergreen, Of one who to friends once v-as dear Underneath their feet lies — here. A] W i-i -iirmifrMinfffriniiTirmTvj-t ■yr-j^^ 83 No record tells when he did leave his home, Nor what friends wept when lu; did leave, Or who 'twas laid hi'n in the tomb, Or if he in God did believe ; This only left ^br us to know — A brother lies in du.st below. %k^ ^*^»«9 i^^^'^^^i gl- ow. « I shall not die, O God !" he cried, Then out of bed aid leap, The God of nature ho delic^d — Those looking on did weep. He raved, and stamped,, and cursed aloud The God who made tlie sky. Then, reeling biujk wards, cried, " O God, I shall not, shall not die !" Midst weeping friends, in sorrow deep. His soul it took its flight ; He in the dark did take the leap We fear to endless night. A warning this, what God's word saith Should be obeyed by all, Lest consigned to the second death Be the immortal soul. ive< mk° i§ mv- m."sk^°^^^ '^ Who is my neighbour 1 oft I sighed, When cares and troubles did me press. And found the title right applied To him who acts kind in distress. Who in our neighbour 1 Is it he That nearest to our houses dwelll nmi^V 84 No, except he a real friend be And loves to see us doing well. Can he be called our neighbour who Would shun us in a time of grief 1 Who'd rather round a mile or two Than call and give us some relief. Keally too often do we find Pretending friends to act the foe ; When need requires them to be kind, 'Tis only then our friends we know. He is our neighbor and our friend Who daily walks the christian road, Who acts uprightly and is kind Toward all men in fear of God. -*•*' Come tell me did you ever see The town of my nativity, The Firth of Forth flowing by its side. Where merchant ships at anchor ride, And sea birds sport upon the shore When wind and waves in fury roar ; Where by its waters surging flow When 1 was young I loved to go ? Tell me have you been there at night When nights full orb was shining bright, And nature slumbered peacefully With not a ripple on the sea. But calm and smooth as molten glass No art its beauty could surpass ; Fit sight for man in thought to scan. The heavenly rest promised to man. Oft have I viewed it with delight And gazed upon the wondrous sight. When the sea was chrystall'd o'er And a dead calm reign'd on the shoi-e. Romerabmuoe of which aye is nigh ".ms;:. ■ ^« t . >'^--^AtaflaftjftS^_i i^tiaBrKSMai mimim 85 Withiu my mind which brings a sigh Wishing that I again could see Kilcaldy, my nativity. In youth my play spround was the sands, I've seen the beauty it commands ; The Forth in calm, and storm also When ships they were not safe to go. To see its waves again I'd like, Where playing I jerked them 'round Pratt's Dyke, It's thirty years since I saw thee Kirkcaldy, my nativity. H tte, 'V«9 e. Life's like a voyage on an ocean wave — Man's certain doom — death and the grave ; A shattered bark adrift is he LauncheG out upon life's stormy sea. On dangerot's wave, drove too and fio, Ready to be engulfed below. So very dangerous is his state. Eternal death his pending fate ; Except he listen to the call That now is sent abroad to all : " Only one pilot can be got For all who on life's ocean float." Sav'd by Him all can be who will. So great's the mighty pilot's skill. Without respect of persons He Offora himself, His gi'ace is free. When tempting waves are threatening round. No other help there can be found To save man from the yawning hell When deaths dark waves around him swell. ^^WUWittii ■Hiili ^i:S i;. 86 Launch'd out in now the great life boat To save the souls from wrecks which float, And hoisted are her colors high That all may know where to apply. For sinking souls that cry for aid A cry in vain was never made, But near to every soul that call Is He who ruleth over all. THE FRENCH AND PRUSSIAN WAR, 1870. As the upheaving sea doth throw Its filth upon the shore, And thunder storms make pure the air. So peace is made through war. The present war that now doth rage, It shall bring peace at last ; Wars done bo throughout every age We read of in the past. For France and all the other powers Are so stained with the blood Of saints, they must be made to feel The avenging wrath of God. We do believe true liberty And peace on earth shall reign, But ere those nations that day see Blood niust wipe out its stjiiu. Souls of the saints they slow doth cry Unceasing unto God, How long, O Lord, ere Thou avenge The shedding of our blood % 87 \^K- Clans may tight and others mangle, Bigots 'bout their creeds may wrangle, But all those who love unity 'Bout non-essentials should agree. When sv, ords are tum'd to pruning hooks, And savages are reading books. The lion and lamb as one agree, There will be then more unity. Until the split hair bigot's dead Descension still will lift her head ; Unity there can never be Till men are free from bigotry. -?•••- igiU. to one from whom the author received a favor. Dear Sir : A small thing oft the key WTiich opens some great cause, Thus did your kindness unto mo — It told me what you was. i thank you kindly for the same With grateful heart and true, And ever honor will your name. Praying God for to bless you. Both in your basket and your store And in all that you have. That you enjoy peace evermore, Here and beyond the giave. Whate'er kind action here we do 'Twill be repaid again, I hope 'twill be fourfold to you. The blebrfing you obtain. 88 Add if on earth we never mee^» May divine grace be given, To fit us for a nobler seat At God'H right hand in Heaven. i^t"* S«*V *%«= g»8F«» m^'"*9k*f The gospel it hath wonders wrought, The Lord came not to earth for nought ; The travail of his soul he'll see, Men fierce as lions, like lambs shall be. The warrior sheath his blood stained sword, Become obedient to his Ijord, No more to follow battle strife But live a quiet and peaceful life. The midnight robber no more hies To take the ti-aveller by surprise, But seeks a calling, God will bless, No more the moral law transgi'oss. Liara through it found to speak the truth, Another spirit rules their mouth, Adulterek'S cease lust to pui-suo And become virtuous, chaste and true. Transgressors by their actions prove. Their hearts are changed for God they love ; Things that they loved, ere God they knew. No longer love they to pursue. It enters in the poor man's cot And he's content with all he's got ; Privation he can well endure. Knowing God's promise standeth sui-e. That when for water he doth thirst Out from the rock a stream shall burst ; JiiHIBBaBffiEffro 89 His daily bread it shall be given, When done with earth, his homo is Heaven. No one can doubt of Satan's reign On earth among the sons of men, The evil spirits, that earth roam, It out from God did never come. Reviewmg men's common actions rife With hatred, malice, wrath and strife ; A spirit such, from God ne'er came, Who's pure, for Holy is his name. Who dare say, God the evil sowed That reigned in man before the flood 1 Or since, up to the present time Was author of man's sin and crime ? Ere God on earth the Hood he sent, That he had made man did repent, Their actions Him so much distressed, He'd rather man did not exist. Long suffering patience has God had With man before and since the flood ; The wicked still ai'e like to those Who in the flood their lives did lose. They eat, they drink, they dance and play, Regardless of eternity ; Of death and judgment they ne'er think, But dance around destruction's brink . Like moths that fly arounr*. the lisfht Till m the flame death ends theii flight. We wonder not so much to see The worldling in his revelry, But when those with the reveler go Who do profess the Lord to know, It makes the godly watch with care And keep away from every snare, For he, the devil, is ever trying, Who goes about like a roaring lion. To get mankind under his power. With sinful pleasures them alure. L s^. \ 1$>. ^' IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-S) // 1.0 I.I 1.25 150 ™** Ao mil 2.0 2.5 2.2 i.8 U IIIIII.6 ^ ^^ « €^ N> ^V ^,^. '^.V. ^^%^<^ <#^^ % i MP. h X J : 90 With colors fair his gins are set And tempting bait around the net, To draw mankind into the snare Before they are at all aware. From A.dam's fall up to this hour Mankind hath felt his ruling power, In what«'er state mankind are in, By him they're tempt to commit sin. Glory to God. Who dwells on liigh, Who to His people's ever nigh, , Whose grace is able to sustain His people 'gainst the devil's reign ; For ho is now a conquered foe, Who hath no power o'er man below ; It they close to their Saviour keep, Who from the wolf keep all his sheep. Whose grace is able to sustain His people, tho' the devil reign. *• • "*' The Wicked are like the troubled sea^ whose waters cast up mire cmd dirt." In an enlightened age like this How grevious its to hear, The wickedness of man on earth, Around us far and ne^r. The wicked, like waves of the sea. Are tossed too and fro, And ever spewing out tlieii- filth In every place they go. How oft we liear their impious oaths Upon the street at night, And oft is heard in drink shIoouh The quarrel and the tiglit. 91 Deeds most debasing, oh how oft Among thrm do we find, For men in drink are often like Folks quite out of theii mind. The blessing of God's never found Upon the road they go. The path they walk in is the road That leads to endless woe. How sad that men of every age Uj)on this road are found, In spite of all the means of grace That in the world abound. We grieve to see our blooming youth 'Mong those who ill behave, Bringing their j>arents' hoary heads In soiTOw to the grave. iters cast uf\ Fond parents, who for them have prayed, Since to the world they came, That God would bless their lives and be A blessing unto them. But oh ! instead of being their joy, For them they grieve and mourn, Through fear they're cut off in their sins, Wish that they'd ne'er been bom. It truly may be said of sin — What evil hath it wrought On man since Adam sinned 1 Oh, what Sad misery hath it wrought 1 The worst is not the miserj^ brought Upon him in creation. But awful doom, the \^/ath to come- Etemal condemnation. I 92 Some think that alcohol has been Invented by a foe, Its been the cause of so much pain Ol misery and woe. That he, the devil, once did sit Within his gloomy den, Contriving what would be most fit To ruin the sons of men. Around about him gathered His mighty angel band. What plan their prince he favored They all might understand. His voice like that when thunder rolls Did echo through the den, " Go, Go !" says he, " with alcohol And ruin the sons of men !" li! Fully instructed, off they went To try their prince's [>lan, Knowing whateVr he did invent Would do its work on man. The first they tried was one of note ; Their prince did know full well If they could ruin righteous Lot It on the world would tell. The old saint took the tempting bait, And Sad is it to say, That he was into actions led That blots his name to-day. Whither it be the case or not, That Satan Is to blame, rt hath, since then, ruined many a Vjot, Like him of rightous name. ^'HflfSM 93 »latt« U^ ^Ico^xkl. Could all whom Alcohol has slain Stand up before our eyes, Extent of ground these to contain Would greatly us surprise. The numerous host by one appears In numbers very mighty, Millions in eighteen years, Five hundred and eighty. But death temporal is not all Of the important story, For man hath an immortal soul Which death cannot destroy. The most important, his last state, And solemn to consider, God's word it saith, " The drunkard's fate Is misery for ever." t^ttxe ,atv If the Maine Law had been forc'd Here t\\ entv years ago, There's many a one might been alive That in the dust lie low. Fathers that's caused the bitter tears Froni wives and wee 'ane's to flow, Otherwiise might been, if we had had The Maine Law years ago. Anxious they ought to feel, whose kin Lie in the drunkard's grave, To see the Maine liaw come in foi-ce To be a uituns to save. 94 Inhuman are those who oppose 'The law that's seen the woe, Yet vote for what's caused so much crime Throughout the land to flow. The law shall come, in spite of foes, Though its been hard to draw, And men will yet be found to rule Who'll vote for the Maine Law. ^eTtx^er'Etrtce* Temperance one of the virtues Found in the Christian's breast, And its possessors always found " Among the wise and blest. Intemperance true christians shun. For evils from it flow That cuts short mankind's life on earth, Sends souls to endless woe. The most appaling cruel deeds Which make our flesh to shrink. Hath been by men done under po^.er And influence of strong drink. Strong drink strengthens the murderer's arm, God's law doth drunl ards spi'rn. Through it fond parents sit and grieve. And countless thousands mourn. 'r'eatrt* I slept, and lo, 1 dreamed : In a gloomy spot did rise A tree, whose branches seemed Oi unpro'jMjrtioned size. 95 Each bi'anch its seaBon had, For some did only bloom, Whilti others round were clad With fruit of deadly gloom. Intemperance the name Of this great upas tree, Poisoned were all who came Under its canopy. Under it could be seen Mankind of every cast, Deceased, vile and mean Breathing out their last. No holy voice I heard To comfort those thus lying. None seeking for God's word, Altho' that they were dying. ill But brooding o'er the dark Forbodings of their fate, Until each vital spark Went to its lasting state. r's arm, fStxtx* Co ^k Eccle. 7-9. Nothing new done under the, sun. The saying of a ^reat wise one. Two ♦.hings against this now transpire. Steam power and telegraphic wire, By which the people talk together Three thousand miles from one another. Across the great Atlantic cable The conversiitiou it can be, With lightning speed the words they flow. 96 And underneath the billows go. Through nations of the watery tiibe The lightning mail carries the scribe, And every word's carried as time As in your ear I spoke to you. Thus news from empire to empire Comes to us through the magic wire. In days of yore had it been said That such inventions could be made , Ths?y'd be looked upon as insane ; Who'd say science ever could attain, Tlirough steam and electricity, Such wondrous power on land and sea ? Inventors would been called evil, And ixi compact with the devil. 03 Ye farmers of Otonabee, Who now do occupy The farms which the old folks cleared In days that are gone by. The treasui'e cleared away, The old folks' labour done, Who chopped through winter's frost, Logg'd under summer's sun. The necessaries of life, then, Were often mean and scant, 'Twas hard work to get them, Hence, often much in want. Fas hion's fineries they did not need To occupy theii* thoughts, ^^'^omen were dress't in flannel gown's. The men in fuU'd-cloth coats. And along with other hardships The ague plagued them sore. It was a yearly visitor To them in days of yom. If A Ai W Us .» .V,i^ 97 "With doctors few and lar apart, And medicine hard to get, Many a one had months to sit Under many an ague fit. But pure air now sweeps o'er the fields, And clears away the damp Malarious contagion, once So common near oui." swamps. A market now for everything, With cash, once seldom seen, 'Twas only trade for farm stock then, And prices small for grain. In fine cloth now ye all can dress, And get what food you need, And have, too, now, at resting time. The local news to read. Which every farmer ought to have, The leading local paper, See where to go for what he wants, From grocer and from draper. Ye who have not subsc- ^bed for one, Go do it right away 'Twill profit you moro through the year Than double what you pay. All you who true reforms se«k, Ajid plead for truth and right. If the Examiner you don't take You stand in your own light. ab^ligV ^o#ldli«3§. A hardened, selfish, ignorant race Are to be found in many a place, Who when they see a neighbor low Use every means to keep him so. 98 Like swine when eager for to eat, Trample the weakest with their feet ; But its unlike men to act so In whom a generous heart should glow. Many beside myself have found, When Providence seemed a man to wound, Pretended friends without disguise Would say, " He's down — he'll no more rise ; He need not think we'll help afford, We fear he ne'er can us reward." Ye ignorant, selfish, punny race, To human nature a disgrace ; You tiay you're Christians ; God forbid ! By such a spirit they're not led. He is your father, without doubt. Who from Heaven was driven out ; Your state is bad, there's reason to fear, You buy the woild you love lOo dear. ^-r*e^coii. Prescott, thou arfc not only grand With rural beauty close at hand, But the St, Lawrence flowing free, Oft sparkling like a crystal sea. » Gives beauty to thee greater far Than many towns that larger are. At thy wharf daily steamboats there Make thee a busy thoroughfare, But not only a shipping port — In the iron horse doth snort. Cars running several times a day From thy depot to Ottawa ; Yea, from thee, through the whole Dominion One can go with iron pinion. The Grand Trunk depot, too, is there. Which carries all things everywhere ; Long may thy trade and beauty last^ 3Iay coming years exoeed the past. 99 If ere again I visit thee, The friends T lelt I hope I'll see In health of body, soul and mind, For kinder folks I ne'er did tind. Wk' S°*d'§ My IV^^V**^- The Lord's my shepherd, saith the saint, He who supplies my everv want. My father near, altho* unseen. Who leads me into pastures gi'een. Once I did stray out ot the fold. To transgress really I was bold, And took the road that leads to death. And posted on with labouring breath. My shepherd looked, he saw my pain, And sent and took me back again ; He placed me safe down by his side That I in safety might abide. No thing on earth have I to fear While my kind shepherd he is near, Whether on the hill, or in the cot. My loving shepherd leaves me not. With God, my shepherd, I'll remain. No more to go astray again, But in God's house shall ever be To praise him through eternity. i' @« ^e«t^. The mighty conquerer, death, 'Gainst whom no one hath power, Is taking many off Without a warning hour. Some see the setting sun, But ere it rise again They're either cold in death Or sulibring under pain. 100 It's be they rich or po« Sinners or saints, their bi'eath He takes both away — The mighty conquertr death. Fathers nor mothers tears Touch not his iron heart, Nor yet the widow's cry Can cause him to depart. In health one goes to bed, Next morning up did rise, Ere he is fully drest Death seizes him, he dies. Such sudden exits show That life is but a span, Mt.n's numbered days to know Is hidden from mortal man. The cottage now seems lone Where the bereaved sigh. Since he, the husband's, gone To his reward on high. Parents are left to mourn. Partner in life to gieve, He's gone where none return. Till Chiist, the dead, relieve. Daily we need to pray Wliile tbia side of the tomb, Tliat death, come when he may. That Heaven will be our home. llFi at» d txxxrtt Man, everywhere on earth, has ups and downs, Live they in cities, or live they in towns ; We often think our troubles the worst found — We would not think so were we to look i-ound. 101 There's nothing bad but what it worse might be, 'Twould make us content did we others see ; The sufFeriugs here of many a weary wight. The human heart would shudder at the sight. Of destitution on such could not look, In many a lonely, unpretending nook ; Disease and poverty in company — No pleasant sight for any one to see. Such misery doth within the world abound That really would a feeling heart astound. Sin it hath done it, for sin brought the curse, Yet nothinej's bad but what it might been worse. ills ttcke o1 9 leerte tw t872. Near Rice Lake^ by the Indian river, Stii-nds the thriving village Keene, Tiadesmen of all kinds within her, Good as any elsewhere seen. For worship there three churches stand Grist and saw mills in her too, A tannery also cloae at hand, And shingle factory working true. Five stores likewise in her are, With drugs and goods of every kind, Two taverns where, at any hour, Travellers good refreshment find. Steam navigation ib there, too. To carry goods across Rice Lake To Harwood to the cars, which through* The whole Dominion luggage take. 102 ^»§le*§ a».d ^erv««4§. Diligent servants ought to be, And faithful to their trust, And masters ought not to exact More from them than is just. Servants ought to their masters give Honor, for that's their due, And mnsters ought to keep in mind They have a master too. They from one parent both have come, Soon both alike they must, As equals, have one common share T<)<m thieves goods might be kept, no doubt, By bolted doors securely hung. But bolts wem never yet found out To §[«g the vile, malicious tonjjue. 104 The scandal thief, ought he restore What he robs me of with intent, His guilt I'm not called to look o'er Till he shows me hy. doth repent. Seventy times I'm called upon (As oft as he seems to relent) Him to forgive, when he has shown Aggrieved and says he does repent. I! 'i'i }:.t And hreathiiig out threatening and slaughter against the des- ciples of the Lord, entering into every house, hailing men and women and committing them to "yrison. Who's this that's breathing threatening rage Against the servants of the Lord 1 Who can he be that doth engage To stain his hands with guiltless blood. With orders got from the High Priest To put in prison, kill and slay All who would own that Jesus Christ, Slain by the Jews, was the Messiah. So blooodthirsty, who can he bjB Whose work the human heart appal 1 We praise redeeming grace when we Find it was the Apostle Paul, Who •w'as stopped in his mad career When he was thirsting for saints' b^ood, Who in the way vas made to hear And see the Lord 'gainst whom he stood. Thus were his persecutions stayed, No more God's people to annoy, But an apostle was ho made To build what he* di'' once destroy. I 10& A. monument of sovereign grace For all sucoeeding Uj^'ea, He To show to Adam's fallen race-- - To chit*" of sinners grace is free. ^%»»«9^^§ on ^VS**"^ ^»V8' An inclination oft I find, Spontaneous rise in my mind, To go again once more and see The land of my nativity. Where I have run in sportful glee, " When cares of life ne'er troubled me, Along the Firth of Forth, its shore With nimble feet in days of yore. Changes on other things may he, But none, O Firth of Forth, on thee, Changed would the scene be on the street — A ken'd face there I wou'dna meet. The old the shore of time have past, Now mingling with their kindred dust, And others their possessions claim I never saw or knew by name. And playmates now like me are auld, Their heads now winter like and bald ; Them I would pass and they would me As strangers we did never see. One's thoughts when musing thus, annoy, To me would it be grief or joy, Was I to ((o again and see The town of my nativity. Sight of the ground might bring a ray Of pleasure where I used to play Around the school in sportful glee, I chasing others, and they me ; Or round Pi-att's dyke among the sand, Or in the mine's clear running sti'and. But where are all your playmates gone ? Whispers a voice in saddening tone. 1^ » 106 M Far scattered up and dowr are they, With whom you used to run and play ; Some went as sailors to the sea, Some embarked for Austria — Some quietly lies, death ta'en e «ra*. In the kirk yard of Abotahaw. Some died in foreign climes, they say. Others are in America ; But there are some that still remain Which I would like to see again. If not in time, may it be where Man shall his Maker's image bear, To sing with all the ransomed race The trophies of redeeming grace. In whate'er land the Scotch doth roam They always call Scotland their home, Whatever distance they'ie ai>road, They love the land their father trod. And oftentimes in their night dreams They're walking by her mountain streams, Or childhood home, where midst the play, Their youthful days were past away, ^.nd often wish their days to close Where their forefathers' dust repose. I mi: ^%e gcote^ fV.gtl". Emblem of a nation thou, Whose people for their rig;hts have fought, Who'd let none take from them away What thej had just and legal got. I Many a nation's tried their best To bring them underneath their sway. And take from them their conscience rights. But rather die than yield would they. ;ht, 107 Oft the mountains have been clad With tartan plaids and bonnets blue, And often was the Scotchmen's sword Stained with the blood of foes they slew. What they foufifht for, and we enjoy. Through many hardships did they wrestle ; Their sufferings oft we think upon When we view thee, emblem. Thistle. England may of her emblem sing, Ireland love for hers may nestlg ; Scotland shall ever pi'oudly cling To her ancient emblem. Thistle. kts. MINISTERS OF THE GOSPEL PRAISING THE WAVEBLY NOVELS. Why in Scotland such ado About the novel Poet, Numbering him among the few That wonderous books have wrote. 'Mong the woi-shippei's of Scott Ministers of Christ we see. If for novels Scotland vote, What's old Scotland soon to ba God's Word has been Scotland's stay. For it hath her people fought ; Poor change, if its laid away For the works of Wa'ter Soott Had otherw'Lse Scotf s mind been bent He'd shed a brighter ray. Time reading novels is ill spent — Is evil, thrown away. m lll 11 i { ij 1 n i'. 'i 1 ■ 'i' ■^■1 1 ii' 198 Had I my time Rpent (once one said), Reading the Waverly, A poor account I'd have to make To God, at the Last Day. Grim JL/eath that changes man's proud looks, His soul from earth to free, Made Scott call for the Book of Books His comforter to be. Had he through life made it his stay. As at the last he thought, More comfoft when he past away Sir Walter would have got. To please earth's lords his aim through life. And get himself a name ; 'Twas with the Tory lord then rife He tried to raise his fame. And it's the Tories still we see That's trying his fame to raise ; The Tory Clergy, oh liov free Ai*e they to sound his praise. The great ado some of them's made Bring on their name a blot — Shows Book of Books they've laid aside Oft, for the books of Scott. Who e're in Scotland thought to see, Among the cleric folks, A novelist preferred to be Before the worthv Knox. The greatest man she ever had In time of her distress. When the people were made sad With laws which did oppress. I'was he whom the Lord did post. Like Joshua of old. 109 To be Captain of his host And Shepherd in the fold. If in Scotland there doth stand. A monumental claim, It is Knox, and the martyr Band Deserve the greatest fame. Men who heeded not men's wrath Sought only God to please ; His blessing, with their labors, hath Made Scotland what it is. 'Twas Knox and the faithful band That with him stood and fought, With Jacob's God at their right hand, That Scotland's freedom bought. ovel tli e»titn 9 Some ai-e particular what they read. While others are not so ; From good, some say that novels lead The mind, and some say no. "What book is that you're readin' frae 1" A douce auld Scotchman said Unto the Laird o' Whinny brae. Who answered him and said : '* It's Ivanhoe, one of the best Novels that's e'er been wrote ; Its merits are like all the rest That's penned by Walter Scott." " Novels are no the books for me," The canny Scotchman vsaid, *• Puir comfort when ane comes to dee, Sic books are I'm afraid." i m\ ^llilir^ 110 I've heard o' Revd. Brown, that he Said ere his spirit went, A piiir account he'd hae to gie, If he his time had spent Writing or reading vain romance, Books like theWaverly ; To souls frae earth that's going hence Thae canna shed a ray O' heavenly light, through the dark vala Through' which we a' mun go, Sma' comfort when death us assails Sic books can thae bestow. Their writers write them for to please Their readers, — to kill time. We durst nae read sic books as these In days o' auld ling syne. Our ministers they warned us Sic books nae for tae read, Their lovers often were a class, Tliey said, who's souls wei-e dead. The worldling and the infidel Are those who love them best ; In thcra the christian cannot feel Alight for his spirit's rest. But to read Baxter's Warning Call, Or Hervey on Creation, Or Dodridge's Progress of the Soul, Suit all in every station. Which gives mankind a real view O' their real state and ne' ^ Such books they strengthen A renew The minds o' a' wha read. I i But novel readers till their faint May read a' ever penn'd, Ill Their minds will never be content — Read they on to their end. Through reading novels we >e*er get A glimpse o' Heaven's smilo, So be advised, Laird, never let Novels your mind beguile. Then says the Laird o' Whinnny Brae, " All yoa say may be true, But what's been done before our day Scott only brings to view. " The ghosts and witches of the past. Of which there were a host, In memory Scott, through novels, has Kept them from being lost. " Let memory o' the host, once rife, Perish," the auld man said, " Its often made me glad through life That a' the ghosts are laid." The cruelty in the day that's past Hae often made me mourn, To think that they for witches cast Auld wives in h res to burn. Deeds o' our fathers makes »ne sigli And a' ray flesh to grue, Since they are dead, I'd let them lie And a' their actions too. But says the Laird, '• By them we see What education's done. Before it superstitions flee Like clouds before the sun. In education there is light Which we enjoy to-day, Both ghosts and witches took ther flight Before it right away. : 1 1 1; If,' i' 1 H Pi ' 1^ v^ f w flH ' t I lj ■1 '^' ij ,- Kl Hi; '■ . ic-f nil IH 1 ;r ■ ^i [fl II ,1, !m ^■•'f^r- am' ,| B|::; . J', H''- ''^'^ m^'. „, Jii 1^ :;■, nil If 112 And Walter Scott just lets us see What was before our time, It cannot harm you or me To read about Lang Syne." " A weel, a weel," saith the auld man, " A thing to me is clear, Through re;idin' novels no ane can Unto God be brought near. Nae serious christians ere I knew Read books o' sic a kind, If any Lairds, I hope they're few. So leave you to your mind." Honest electors want to find A candidate of upright mind, Whom none can turn or lead astray From duty, promise what they may. One who knows the country's need. And who will fight to see it freed From corruption in high places, Which a country aye disgraces. Such 8 candidate want we, One that's liberal, bold and free, Unshackled by the party chain That binds the ofiice-huntins: men. We do not want one who will lie And promise what he ne'er will try, And show us, after he's got in, He looks on lying as no sin. We want no speculation jobber. Least he join some country robber, And do, like some Wv'vc had before, Scheme for himself the gouden ore. Office and such are hard to sender While there's any chance to plunder. ni'l m 118 "2. The one we choose would need to know Wants of the country, high and low, From woodmen in the forest wide To those who out for pleasure ride. The one who really would suit best Would be one who himself has dressed The ground, where wild deer did once roam Has made himself a goodly home ; Earned what he has by honest labour, Not by pilfering from his neighbor ; Able to stand in truth's defence And have the gift of common sense. Otonabeeans, lead the van, For Mr, Ingram is the man; A man more fit we cannot get — We hope electors will not sit At home when polling day comes round, But let your votes for him be found. If to thy calling thou art true, A deal of good here you may do ; If thou an even course pursue There is no fear That you will ever need to rue You may find some stubborn and odd, Such always found upon earth's sod. And sometimes in the house of God Will such appear. But if you have God's staff and rod You need not fear. o Tho' Satan himself should appear, The garment of a saint to wear. From such ye have no cause to fear ; I. h. h'rm^' '■ 'P' '11 MMii ' '^'J ^^H lHH Hli ■H i HH !!' IB i;' ji 114 Aye keep in mind What Christ said when he tempted him here- " Get thee behind." Whatever uhape the devil take, Be it man, woman or a snake ; In •whate'er dress himself he deck You'll find him quaint In trying your character to break, li you're a saint. Watch well their manners in this place, For strange to you is every face ; Shun all backbiters as a race That is untrue — Soeming piety, not always grace, Such may cheat you. «>i! ,"'>' i^tettd* \r#5i m Many years have past and fled Since we to sports each other led ;* * To hear from old friends makes me glad, . But for to hear You in the beggar-maker trade I cannot bear. Have you made covenant with death 1 He'll not come soon and stop your breath ; You'r helping him with all your pith To kill and slay, Send men back to old mother earth Without delay. liiH I've no excuse for you at all, Selling for gain what doth enthral In misery the immortal soul Of mortal man ; Try, rather than sell alcohol. Some other plan. •iHi>iH v>n'r 116 Better to beg from door to door, And seek your bread the country o'er, Rather than when on earth no more Your soul be where Poor drunkards gnaw in misery's core- Liisting despair. G ■ rn: Fathers, mothei-s, sisters, brothere. Acquaintances and friends. Will happy be from us to hear — We live not here like friends. That here we keep the sabbath day As you folks do at home, And have our kirks nnd towering spires And many an arch-roofed dome. That we're nob raising houses here Wherein to have abode, Nes;lecting houses for to build Wherein to worship God. We've likewise schools wherein the young Get education free, To fit them for business in life That they may useful be. Fullness of bread and plenty work We've to our heart's content, 80 you see of our coming here We've no cause to repent. i3f^e^i ^tartee-r'§^ i'l' We've listened oftentimes to hear Old settler's stoiies, rife Of hardships which they underwent Beginning forest life. ■■ f,>ar ^^i^ \\:\3. ) I 116 Trees were to chop, log up, and bum. Ere they a dwelling found, And oftimes had, when wheat they got, Hard work to get it ground. Heroic 'twas for them to come And face the forest so. Their daring it was fully tried Such trials to undergo. No doctors near when they were sick To ease them when in pain, And as for cordials, but few Could they at all obtain. Amount of sufferings they passed through Lie in oblivion, hid ; Those living m the country now May wonder how they did. They now from all their trials rest. Their battles are all fought. They're gone to where all quietly rest, And where all's soon forgot. m ortetbee^ From Scotland to Otonabee My destiny to roam, A quarter of a century I've had in thee my home. Some places are on earth more famed For riches and for wealth, But there your life would be unsafe ; Each take law for himself. Ne'er found in thee, Otonabee, The tragic scenes that's told, Acted in other places, said To be the land of gold. .1" There's many from thy milst hath gon«), Thought they'd have better luck, That's wishing now, with anxious mind, That they were only back. And some's come poorer back again Than when they left, we see ; Friends, be advised to stay at home, If home is Otonabee. •<.>• eg. •rt. She was left with her family When they were vei'y young ; Her husband, he died suddenly, Her heart with grief was wrung. But in the Lord she put her trust, Her prayer was, night and day : The Lord her husband be, and keep Her bairns from gaun astray. In patience she her tr'al bore And humbly did sit, To receive from God's loving hand Whatever he though fit. She's seen her family all grown up, But one hath lately died ; A young lad in the bloom of youth, His death her sorely tried. She now is old, and round her knees Play her 8;randchildren fair ; The Lord has a husband to her l)een, In answer to her prayer. 118 I rt ertuotr^tatt* ; ceo* 'tell; i^tx HI WHO DIED MARCH 14, 1850. The day being cold, he did retire And laid himself down by his fire ; Sleep did him sieze and, ere he woke, He had received the fatal stroke. He rose that morning blythe and gay, His thoughts on business of the day ; No signs appearfid to change his state. But, oh ! ere night, how sad his fate. The heart that rose in manly pride. And seemed in health long to abide, Ere night was laid down very low ; The fire had struck the fatal blow. The skin that bore a healthy look Its wonted hue ere night forsook ; He in sore pain and sorrow lay, Before light dawned another day. From liis fate let all warning take. And not the laws of nature break ; For, unexpected oft, death calls, And by small causes ott man falki Into his last, his narrow bed, l^o be numbered among the dead. M»«. j&* Some like the foolish virgins are^ Neglecting a supply Of oil, to trim their dying -lamps i Ere the bridegroom comes nigh. And some believe all who^are saved, Ordained before the fall, None but a certain number God Designed to save at all. ";S i 119 And some Balaam's wish possess, The means of grace deny, Yet hope for the effectual call To change them ei*e they die. But in God's Bock there's not one word Of waiting till the morn ; For all God's invitations are, To-day if you'll return. ^ell might the Patriarch exclaim : " Man born of a woman Ts like a stubborn asses colt Upon the desert common." ^i8«- I Fm' the Veterboron,gh Exntninei-. Mr. Editor, — The following lines excuse. Throiigh principle you can't refuse What is plain and honest truth, Tho' it sometimes be uncouth. Your principles sober are and good, As yet they've nnimpeacl^ed stood ; ^^our paper columns ever oj)en To the truth, vhatever happen. An advocate for temperance strong Fain to reclaim the erring throng ; Evils through which intempei'ance flew You try to let tho people know, The spirit traffic's blighting curse That ruins man, body, soul, and purse. Was there to come a foreign toe And cause half the amount of woe. Our volunteers would on them fall — Destroy them be the cry of all. There would not be an Irish Knot, Nor yet a .single canny Scot, :li '.. 1'^ 11 120 Nor Englishman, nor liigh nor low, But would be up and face the foe. You with the old ancestral will, There would be spirit it not skill ; To death or victory they would go To lay the vile usurper low. Our Parliamenters would be scanning. For the country's welfare planning ; No opposition would there be, The people from the foe to free. Too friendly they are with the foe To plan for him the deadly blow, War to the fallen is a curse, To fall by drunkenness is worse. Souls from the body war may sever, Souls stained by strong drink's lost forever ; Records in heaven only can tell Hew the traffic hath peopled hell. Houses in our midst, it's sad to know, They savor of the pit below ; Our youth within them are drawn in These training schools to vice and sin ; The colored cup is sparklinfj there With many an enticing snare. In profane jest, in fiendish mirth, They blaspheme God who gave them birth ; They think not on life's shortened space — That very God they soon must face. Vendors also but little think Of evils caused by strong drink ; Before God, too, they must appear. To tell what they've l)een doing here. To ruin man, soul and body, they Made it the business of the day. Fathers there are in Christendom Seemingly care not what become Of their beloved children dear, Or they would from the traffic clear. What father he would like to have His son to fill a drunkard's grave 1 Some fathers seem care not a dot Their children get to Heaven or not 121 The liquor traffic's ever stond A barrier against all that's good ; "When youthful days in vice are spent, Seldom or never age repents. Some old men still upon life's shore, Whose heads with age are silvered o'er, In youth the habit did acquire To drink the burning, liquid fire ; The habit in them still reitiain, In spite of either shame or pain. Friends may have tried, but tried in r.iiu, That they from drinking should refi-aln — Told them as plain as plain could tell The drunkard's portion it is hell. Nothing said yet seems to fright them. They'll drink altho' the deel should get them. Among professors such the case, Christians have need to cry alas ; Achans within the camp there be, From which the churches should be free. As long as eldei*s take the glass. And deacons to their lips it press. Ministers wink them not to see ; Examples such the drunkard's plea. Till in the church it be the rule T'exclude fi*om membership each soul Who will not, for a brother's sake, The inebriating cup foi-sake, The liquor traffic still shall flow And kill the seed chui-ch pastora sow. 1 have enlarged, but there is need ; Through drink there's many a christian dead,. While others their example see. Their doings are used for a plea — Such a one drinks, why should not I 1 iteprovei-s oft get in reply. Excuse the diction of this letter, The next I'll try and write it better ; For printing it is poor'y dressed, Though sonietimes odd things take the best.. I remain, Sir, yours ever true, A fiiend to Temperance and to you. li •i'i ■i 122 Most serious thoughts do not effect The hearts of some at all, But hard remninj like to the rock On which the rain drops fall. The heart that's seekinsf pleasure here, Where it cannot be found, Cannot be raised by human means From grovelling in the ground. The ground, for man's sake, hath God cursed, That man may feel and see Another home he has to seek, For here it cannot be. His home in this forfeited is, 'Twas lost through Adam's fall. On him, through sin, the sentence passed Death upon mankind all. But to redeem man back to God, A second Adam has come. Died for his sins and rose again — Kedeemed him from the tomb. Who's now in Heaven, at God's right hand. An advocate that's true ; Come then, poor sinners, and believe, For Jesus died for you. ,ttte?s^ ott «?' ex% ^r'.iiotvXe^'^ vtSit v-^ to Piec«e, ^«t^, to, 1808. Five years have passed away Since tljft Dr. h&gi. The worldlings dread to think of death — Their pleasures go out with their breath ; Christians, their happiness begins When they're done with earthly things. *' What fools are they," the worldlings say, When they see chiistiaus meet to pray, ^ 126 But feel, when breathing out their last, That their blest day of grace is past. But christians rejoice to know Their troubles end with thirds below, That when they'i-e done with all things herj Before their Saviour they'll appear. Their tears shall all be wiped away, No more they'll need to weep and pray, But through eternity shall sing The praises of their heavenly king. It's joy to those who do believe That with departed friends they'll live, And see their Maker face to face To sing the trophies of His giace. :ttte 8*° otttv 9 «sm»tt* Dear youth, oh little do you know The feelings of a motJier, Whose love for you doth ever flow Pure as the flowing river. Pretending triendship olt we find Unconatant as the weather, But nothing ere can change the mind Of a dear loving mother. Hers was the heart that leaped for joy When to the world you sprung. Thy infant days she did employ "To nui*se thee while she sung. But oh, you were not weaned long When thy dear father died. Then sad lament instead of song. For then she often cried. iay, Thousands of miles was she away From all her^kindred dear, hi 126 •Bless'd it would been, she oft would say, To have a mother near. Go forward ! be thy mother's friend, Let not thy friendship sever, God will you bless if you are kind To her who is your mother. 1 f Statistics of our country say. Nine-tenth of crime in our day, . Through tfie liquor traffic's done. Yet rulers vote for it to run. They license that liquid flood Which keep thousands back from God. Down its stream the thousands go To the pit of endless woe. From the dust could drunkards rise And stand up before their eyes Round about Ontario all As the fruits of alcohol, Would the ghostly spectre lot Make them Vainst the traffic vote ? Solemn wonis these ghosts could'tell, How the traffic peoples hell With those who to ruin's led By meiuib of the liquor trade. 'Mong ihe motly host would be Some of highest pedigree, For among the high renowned Oft are drunkards to be found. Some men really are unfit As representatives to sit, To frame for a peoples' laws Wlio'd exj^nnge a righteous cause. Out from where wine bibV)er8 sit Wo Ciinnot exjject to get A law j.ruliibitiug tho sale n 127 Of those liquors by retail. Until we get goodly men For to legislate, till then The liquor traffic it shall be A curse to the community. When a les^islative chair Has « brandy bottle there Konc need ere exjject to see Laws favoring liberty. But a means we all can use, And themselves save if they choose. Not to use strong drink at all, Thus escape the drunkard's thrawl. By doing this then shall we From its evils bo ke))t free, Doing this would stop the still, Soon there would be none to ?*«U. If the evil's not checked soon Drink will be our country's doom. 85%' M»« Behold yon worn out, aged man Among the busy throng. Whom age has bent, staff in each hand. How slow he moves along. His limbs he nimbly used to ply Can hardly move along. He's now in danger when without To mix among the throng. His arms that used to labor hard And win his daily bread. Are now so stiff he hardl}' can Lift tlieii above his head. His eyes, that ns^e 1 to spy nfur, Are ll^^•l^y, dr-il and dim, \ m 1 1 i I'sli iiii i 128 No objects now divert his inind, For everything Heen«s grim. Music did once delight his ear, He daucod, he played, he sung, But grieves now spending precious time So idly wlien young. All things on eaiiih now to him seem But soiTow, giief and pain, He finds it time, what wisdom ^ith, That all things here are vain. For another world now he looks, For grace his soul applies His time's sfwnt reading the holy book That now can make him wise. He loves to read c^ holy men Who gave their hearts to God, And read of him who did remove From pilgrim's back his load. He finds out to l>e born again Youth is the proper time. And grieves about tlie time he spent When in his youthful prime. " I'd strength of body, then," he saith, " Likewise a healthy mind Oh how the world has cheated me, I grieve I was so blincL But oh how thankful should I be That for me there is grace, That, tho* it be the eleventh hour, I yet can die in peace. The allotted days toi man on earth I now have lived to see, The m'essenger will soon be here My soul from earth to free. n 129 For verv soon old motlser earth Will claim me for her own ; Like to a shock of com, I, When ripe must be cut down. Notliing on earth can satisfy My soul, this side the grave ; From all its cankering cares I turn To him, who can me save. To him who conquered death, and rode Triumphant o'er his foes ; A shepherd He, under whose care His flock finds safe repoie. I know for me He suffered death My soul for to redeem ; I once was lost but now am found, I long to be with Him. The small, still voice it whispereth His welcome in my ear ; Fear not, it saith, the Lord, thy Qod, Is to tJiee very near. I am thy God, I with the am ; I keep unto the last All souls committed to my care — They never can be lost. For I am He, who once was dead, Men from their sins to free ; But now alive forever more — None lost who trust in me. '■ I! When in my heart such light doth shine My heart is full of joy ; But sometimes clouds of doubt doth come. Which does my peace annoy. The time for my departure's near My strength is failing fast. 130 My race of life is nearly run, Here long I cannot last. He'll soon be here who conquers all, To lay my body low ; But witli thos3 who in Jesus sleep, I from your presence go. My last advice to all I give. Leaving this world of care ; Think ofter. of your latter end Before death on you stare. What'ere would lead yotir heart from God, Flee from as you would a foe ; Indulge no sin within your mind, Nor with vile sinners go. But Jay up in thy mind God's Word, And seel£ through grace to rise To heavenly bliss at God's right hand Where nothing ev^er dies. Ye youth, wlio have a chance to live After the old are away, For to be wise give ear, rnd hear What old folks have to Hny. For youth i>. the proper time to seek The Lord, and to obtain Assurance of the rest that doth For God's people remain. And when you've doae with all below — Passed ^*er life's thorny road, In Heaven you never will regret Ye gave your hearts to God. You who are more advanced in life Mark well the ])art you play. Lest like seed sown your actions grow When ye have passed away. ™WPiH| 131 T now bid young and old adieu, All on earth I hold dear ; Hoping to meet yen all in Heaven, When done with all thintis here. I tx er»ot^ta»t. JOHN ROBERTSDN AND JOSEPH BLIZARD, WHO WERE DROWNED IN RICE LALE, OCT., 1849. Oil how solemn is the news That is going around. That a boat hath upset And two men there are drowned. In such weather who are they Who did their lives hazard 1 The one is John Robertson, The other Joe Blizard. They went in a boat To go on to Keene ; A friend on the shore Asked what they did mean. d Says he, the wind's strong And the swell riseo high ; They would not be stopped, But said they would try. Tliey got safe to Keene, But returning again The wind it was blowing A. real hurricane. 182 And the rain it was falling So sharp and ro cold, What the poor fellows suffered Can never be told. i'hey had nearly got back, And close to the shore The boat had upset ; What can we say more 1 There was no one to see, There was no one to hear, To tell what of suffering, To tell what of fear When the boat had upset John had sprung, for he stood Fully up to his knees Stuck fast in the mud. ;i;; The water near coveiing The top of his head. In this state the} found him Both cold, stiff, and dead. ■1 Nearer to the shore, dead, Poor Joe he was found, Lying across the boat's bottom. Which was nearly aground. Relations they mourn, Acquaintances grieT9 ; They were good-natured men As ever did live. Whom they harmed most Were their own selves alono But now its all over, For, alas they are gone. "X I 133 "AS FOK ME AND MY HOUSE, WE SHALL SERVE THE LORD " Joshua from among the thousands Was chosen Captain of the Host, 'Cause he was in duty faithful Did God honor him the most. Load he spoke among the people, That everyone might hear his word ; " Choose ye this day whom ye shall serve — Me and my house will serve the Lord/' He did not serve Tod like some Christians, The world did not him unnerve — One day did not woiship M'immon, The next day try the Lord to serve. Nor did he make excuse by saying That worldly business pressed him soi-e ; Had no time to-day for worship And lose a precious business hour. Round about him he would gather His household, and did read and pray. And count the time he spent in worship The best spent time of all the day. He knew soldiens were most valiant "With the.r captain at theii* head ; Therefore, sought the Lord each morning To ba h'i cai tain and his guide. Like Joshua then let us worship God with our families every d&y ; The church rule for every m ^mber Is night and morning for to pray. Living christians, ne'er neglect it, Only dead ones fir d excuse , He's in a fearful scate that's saying For prayer he has no time to lose. i ■11 i ill 131 ©%e ^V[o^W§ « g^«9e. \mu iliinii! ''I The world's a stage, a school to tiy Mankind, to learn to live to die ; He enters life a feeble thing, The most hel})less of any being. Comes nfiked on the stage of time, Makes his exit bare as he came. As long as lie lives he seeks to find Som(!thing to please his earthly mind, And, when he liath fulfilled his years. Gives up the gho.st and disappears ; Lii.satisiied oft in his mind To leave his worldly goods behind. The miser glued fast o'er his gold, In death must loose his firm hold ; The covetous and selfish too, M ust cease their cravings to })ursue. Iho' they with nabbisli grasp hold tight And grudge to do the thing that's right, When they their acts in life have played, Back Irora the stage must retrograde. None fiom earth joyfully pass away, But those who've seen their need to pray ; That's sought the Lord and fnund his grace That they may live and die in peace. Such only can lay down the head In ])eace and quiet among the dead. And in death's dark vale joyfully cry : ** The Lord is our })ortion when we die." Ir^c^t^aXtl ^^c^ivirt, ol giattnbee ! I .11 i i; i What of his history we know, He came here fifty years ago ; Tho' little more than five feet high, To wrestle with him few would try. n»l>«^^ 135 In [Scotland he was born and brod, Where mountains are with heather clad, And valleys green where gowans spring, And blackbirds and the Unties sing ; Where nature spreads her beauties fortli A-inong tlie hills, beyond the Forth. When young, like many that we see, He learned to drink the barley bree, Which was not then counted a. sin, If moderation they kept in. Ministers then the creature blest, And took their dram among the rest. 8ometime ere he from Scotland fled He carried on the smuggling trnde, Amang auld Scotland's heathery hills, Her craggy glens and mountain rills ; Within a cave remote from view, He brewed the Highland mountain dew, Which oft caused Highlanders to see The ghosts and fiiiry children drea ; But no ghost story e'er did fright, Or keep McNivin in at night. In proof of this he lets us know He into graveyard vaults did go, Their rusty iron bars push through, To hide his kegs of mountain dew. He knew his whisky safe was hid, When it was in among the dead ; Some living there perhapshe knew, That when alive drank mountain dew. Which caused them in their journey halt And take their long rest in the vault. Tho' strong drink causes life to depart The living take it not to heart ; From strong drink some will not refrain, Tho' through it kith and kin were slain. Out of the grave they miglit arise. In ghastly form, with flaming eyes, And tell them of their after woe. Unto their cups they still would go. No spectre e'er did Archie see. Though often in the vault was he ; % 186 Of good or bad he ne'er saw auglit, When going in or coming out. Though cunning be the Bnuiggling race To seek a hidden hiding place, The Excise are as cute as they And seldom fail to tind their prey. One day when Archie thought all safe Two men came in, each with a staff, Who roughly spoke to him and said : ** To smuggle are ye not afraid. In the king's name we come to you To sieze your still and mountain dew." They siezed his liquor, broke his pans, And swore by all the Highland clans He'd brew there nae mair barley bree, J^'or he'd be banished o'er the sea. Being fearful of what they did say, Archie cleared out and run away ; Toward the sea his coui-se he led, Took ship and crossed the ocean bed, And landed in America, Near l:*erth in Upper Canada. No wcrd then about teetotal ; Every house then had its bottle. The diink was cheap and friendship true — Always the case when people's iew. Whoever Archy went too see, Love it was sealed with barley bree, And kept on drinking ott until The wee short houi*s ayont the twall. He being of a quick sighted cast, Few things unnoticed by him passed ; When drink is in and wit is out, Some careless are 'gainst whom they spout. Thus Archie learned 'gainst whom to jest. Their clothes he very soon unlaced. For if they vexed him he would swear And off their backs the clothes he'd tear. Just like a bulldog did he fight; Where he took hold there he held tight Till off them every stich was torn, And left as bare as they were born. 187 As on the wheels of time did roll So did his love for alcohol, A piece of work he'd hardly do Without supplied with mountain dew ; Oft drinking all that he could ^in, And never thought of to refrain, Till not a cent he'd down to throw, Then back to work he had to go. He oftentimes was poorly clad — His working clothes were all he had ; 'Mong drunken brawls and hardships rife He thirty years spent of his life. 'Twas often thought by many a one No temperance pledge could save that man ; One day he took a sickish fit, And wished a doctor for to get ; Keene doctor would not go and see Archy, till he was paid bis fee. Which caused poor Archy to feel sad And think his situation bad. "Want him, I must, then, die or live," Says he, " for I've nought to give ; Strong drink, the cause of this, my lot, Nae mair o't sal gang down my throat — On barley bree I'll nae mair feast, It's brought me now below the benst. To a low ebb drink's brought me now, I'm far below the cooper's cow^ — Unto his cow, the other day. They got a doctor right away. (Such conduct to one in distress- Was Archy low 1 Wright, he was less.) Some temperance men they took the chance And spoke to him on temperance, He signed the pledge then right away, And keeps it still unto this day. He was not long a sober man TiU he had houses of his own. Through which he can, himself, he says. Live independent all his days. H- 1 188 tvett '§ gad#e§§. FOR THE TEMPERANCE CAUSE. When 1 was a drinking, the truth I tell you, I never felt happy but when I was fu', My mind was confused, my feelin«js were hard, My hands were aye ready some one for to card. * My chief friends, those only who dealt in the glass — But the friendship was shallow, to you I confess, Fjr small are their friendship who drink barley brae, ] And short time do drunkards, when drinking, agree. For oft when we had got a bumper or two, Strife would then begin and a quarrel ensue ; The drink changed our friendship, made friends l»o- coiue foes, Changed words spoke in jest into actions and blows. My hands oft on folks were like })aw8 of a bear, Which throppled them tight while my feet they did tear, The clothes ot their backs were very soon torn, And them left as naked as when they were born. Thirty years on life's ocean, of the grace of God frei^ I tossed up and down like a wave of the sea, A spewing out filth as I onward did pass With the scum of mankind — the friends of the glass. God helping me, I intend no more to" taste What brought me once down far below any brute boast ; The devil, through drink, shall no uiore fetter me, Since out of his clutches I mean to keep free. Had it not been for some men of the temperan^^e band, I still would been under the devil's command, And still been frequenting the murdHrers' den, Or been among those king alcohol's slain. Bar-keepers and cronies they set on me strong, Saying I will not stick to the pledge very long ; They laugh at me, now, but I fear they shall weep When the Judge he divideth the goats fi-om the shaep I * What bo CAlled cdrdins^ waa tearing the clothes of th«m. rt'ii 189 §8- I* ylass — BBS, )y broe,' agree. blows. ; they did rn, ^orn. i>od tVei', sa. ihe girt L'ute boast ler me, l^'i'ink (J(mI, I'm uow Tree from the foul tieiwl'rt coutiol. And free from the fiut e of tlie drujLj alcohol ; Wheiidiinkino I dur-t not lo< k into God's word, Since sober I've •(Iven my heart to the Lord. At the day of jud>v sinful scuU. au'^^e ?n. lif. fng ll weep band, the shsep, WhiMi free from fnm«'! of alcohol I began to think of my soul ; God's word 1 th«n began to read — His holy law fill id me with dread. I san' I'd been, when viowing my ways, Fip'itino against God a' my days. Wheu reading of the sinner's doom — The sinner's fate, the wrath to come, Ghiom and despair did seize my mind. No wonl of compact could T find. The thoughts within me that were rife Were thoughts about my mis-spent lite ; My a^ojiy of nun • lain, A preacher of the word — The honoref God lie must appear On earth, a human body bear — Open a new and living way And for man's guilt a ransom pay. On earth he suffere grief and pain That man might bo ledeemed again, And dies on Calvary's rugged tree That he from sin mankind might free. God is well pleased with his son, What he for sinful man has done, And seated him at his right hand. With power o'er all at his command. Justice it now is satisfied Sinoe God'i beloved son has died ; tttz I »tt 147 All you who would salvation have, He's waiting for your souls to save ; Go to Him now, he bids you come, And says for you in Heaven there's room* All who would from their sins be free, He saith to such — C )me unto me j Tho' your sins be of scarlet hue, His grace, poor sinner, can save you. ^y lo«l ge»t§e ^v»« *V* So^«»- Enough ! I cannot ! I praise My loving Saviour's name, To Him in grateful lays His grace I will proclaim. Since I with joy can say. He bled and died ic. me. From under Satan's sway He came and set me free. When I was on the road That leads to endless woe, He sent his chastening rod And freed me from my foe. Twas Jacob wrestling then Until the day did dawn. The blessing to obtain And be a pardoned one. " The Lord looketh down from Heav«.i, He beholdeth all the sons of men,— He fuhioneth their hearts alike, He considereth all their works."— Paalma, 33. Angels and man God did create. Under a law to rule their fate ; 148 If to that law the^ were not true A vengiiiir justice would pursue. They both seem niadf with power to stand For to obey God's high command ; Of angels' fall, all we can tell, Through' disobedience they fell. Man too, Was made an agent free 7 The Word of God throughout ascree Had po A^^er to stand was free to fall ; His disobeying brought death on all. As federal head for all liis race Did God on earth he Adam place ; The reapn whjV He niade him so Cod does not let ttis creatures know. One thing man knows, and that is he Hath sinned, and is an agent free ; Free to sin loud his works declare Ever since the fill he's been, which mar His joy and peace on earth below ; For sin hath ever brought him woe. To fall God did not will him, so That man His sovereign power might know ; God willed not man to grief and sorrow, In order to enhance his glory. God as the potter did not make The vessel man, on jiurpose to break. God never willed man to be driven From the happiness of heaven. But turn ye, oh why would ye die 1 To sinful man God's loving cry. No word in all the sacred roll Of God loving to condemn a soul. But invites all the human race To be partakers of His g)ac % And God's foreknowledge doth not rula The actions of the rake ai)d fool. Foreknowledgel o£Gf)diha,th nought to do With deeds that sinner's hearts pursue ; But, if ruled by dei es, it must, Which makes out ^^od as being unjust, Necessitated by dect-ees ; Man free from blame do what he please. Take from man his free agency, Then he cannot condemned be ; 149 Ur But, like machines, he moves or stands As the propelling power commands. In Adam all mankind they fell, And became heirs to death and hell ; But God he did to Adam give A promise that he yet might live. The promise was, the woman's seed Would come and bruise the Serpent's head. When Christ, the promised seed, did come, Me conquerrd death, hell and the tomb. His lite for sinners did he give Ihat they, as just, through him might live ; Inviting all the human race To be partakers of His grace. Come unto Me, doth Jesus sav, I am the life, the truth, the way, No rejjrobated ones has He Ordained from all eternity ; But fc:inners of the blackest dye, To them the voice of mercy cry : Water of life, to you I give. Come unto me, believe and live. Grace free to all through Christ by faith, • Free as the air of Heaven we breathe. As sin brought death, through Adam's fall, As grace brings life through Christ for all. That grace for all, through Christ, is free The Christian creed, Bible decree. — I a» When God the World's foundation laid And all tl-.ngs in the world were made, Man in God's image perfect stood ; All God made, he pronounced it good. All things on earth God gave to man. Fit for his use, but only one ; Only one tree God did reserve, A tree to proye man would preserve > .'I 150 XTntouched, midst ot the garden fair, To toucli its fruit he must foibear. God man's obedience thus did try, Saidjeat^not of it, else you die. It_[seems at this important hjar A fallen angel possessed pows^r For to thwart G-oa's holy plan And ruin the happy state of n.aD, Who subtily at this crisis came In the shape of a serpent tame, Tempt Eve to take fruit from the tree Which G )d suid should not touche 1 bo — That they would find it good for food And know, as gods, evil and good. Eve liJsLened with attentive ear, ^ Believing all that she did hear, Viewingjthe tree with cautious care. She saw^the fru t looked good and fair, Took from the tree, that fixed theirjstate ; Its fruit, which she and Adam ate. Through this tf niptation Adam fell And became heir to death and hell. Since then death through the world doth go And lays the sons of Adam low. e£ ens^iior^. To reJeem mankind from death's wound And him restore, in hea\en .vas found One who the 'serpent's head would bruise, Give man another chai ce to choose. He of thej woman's seed wouLl^come And fi*ee mankind from deat i, their doom — A promise that to man wa ; given When he from Paradise was driven. As time rolled on and nations gi*ew. The true God, known hy but a few, 151 The promised one excreted long, Oft heard of in prophetic song, Longed for by all the godly race Who sought salvation through his grace ; The long expected hour it came, He comes to those who called by his name ; But, oh ! in him thev do not see A personage of high degree. Born in a manger, hu.nble case, And has no certain dwelling place ; No earthly honors does he bring, They will not own Him for their king. He comes not for to feed their pride. He comes to be their Lord and guide ; He came rich blessings to impart. To cleanse and purify the heart. He came the lowly for to raise, That God, their maker, they might praise ; To save man from sin, death and hell. The scripture promises tultill. The sin-sick soul he does forgive, To all he says : Believe and live • The poor and needy, too, him seek, H^e is so humble and so meek. All the diseased to Him comes, 1 n health he sends them to their homes ; •J he lepers healed, the dumb they talk, Ihe blind they see, the lame they walk — The dead are raised to life again, The palsied they their health regain, The withered hand it is restored ; And devils tremble at His word, • Leaving the poor possessed, unhurt ; They cry, we know Thee, who Thou ari, Jesus, the son of the Most High, Come to torment us, was their cry. God's only son, indeed, was He, The promised one to set man free ; From sin, and death and hell He came, None saved from wrath but through His name. Adam, the tirst, of dust was made, He sinned, again in dust he's laid ; '*m 152 The second Adam from on high, Comes in man's room and stead to die. For man on earth he suffers pain, That He might Him restore again ; Pardon through Him alone is given, Man again made an heir of heaven. Come then all who would pardon have, Jesus you from your sins can save ; The most abandoned may draw near, He for to save such did appear. He laid his Heavenly glory by. For sinful man to bleed and die ; He's waiting now, He bids you come. And saith in heaven for you there's room. Altho' your sins like scarlet be, He died for all, He died for thee ; None lost when man receives his doom, But those who did refuse to come. ■ twe ON READING SOME LETTTERS AGAINST THE GALT REVIVAL, MAY 1869. When God doth down his spirit's pour, A special work is wrought ; The Gospel, when it comes with power. Men under it are brought. The gospel invites all to come, Yea, all without exception ; For believers, in heaven there's room, With God there's tio deception. When Christ on earth his work began. The devil he did rage ; He's raging still against God's plan To save in this, our age. !i: 1 M Yoa, some who senre in boly things Irreverently arise, Calls one who to ^^he gospel clings A teacher full of lies. Such conduct show they never had Their hearts changed by the word, Like Jews of old, they count all mad V^'ho cleave close to the Lord. And, like the Pharisees of old. Under a name they lurk, Against free grace their speech is bold, From such God save the kirk. m •♦•'•- %« W' jsa — , sst- To Malcolm, king o' Scotui's race. His lineage he doth backward trace. Born where he a sceptre swayed, Where waniors fought and martyrs prayed, Where Wallace and the Camerous fought, Whose blood their country's fi'eedom bought. The Malcolm we before you biing, Tho' n )ither warrior nor king, To tight or royal septre sway ; Like spiiit reigns in him to day, Which made those men in days of yore, To fight for freedom, till in gore In battle they theii lives did yield And die u{)on the battle field. The ruleB*s we have in our day. The family compact with John A, Was he their judge, he would them serve. And give them what their crimes deserve. Men rob the country as they've done. And still to let them guiltless run ; Swindlers may now say, and say trus, They do but what law- makers do. Hi The Yankees now may at us I;iiigh, Point ont to us our ruling staff", Till us that we have enough Fenian *Mong ourselves in the Do-ninion, Whose leader cannot Ireliind blot, He Vieing a wiley, canny So- tt. Gieat reason is there to lament, So many *mong us rest content, Caro not who the country's under, "V ote for men to rob arid plunder. We hope the time is not iir by When Tory princij les s^hall die, And justice universal reign ; Men not hunt office for self gain. It would our country profit much, If honest rulers '.ve had* such,' Who'd ever seek the country's w;»a!, And not like I'M gam uffiilrj steal. 'Gainst fraud and theft, doth there not stand, In the law statutes of our !..ii(i, A law to punish, and not pass A thief or any that transgress. If so, then the present swindle, British lav is bound to handle. If lawmakers the law transjjress, Why should their punishment be less Than the poor man, through lack of brM I Steals to supply his presant need? The one steals, life to sustain, But belted Knights they steel for gain. There could not lauded on our shore A Fenian band t'would robbed us more, O Scotland, we are grieved to see Such gTc'celess Knights ))elong to thee. That would letiay such honored trust And lay all glory in the dust Where will vou tind such humbling aight . In power, ruiiiig a nation's rights. All those who lej^islate or rule. Ought neither to be r )gues nor fools, If these we've got, their seats retain, Such as they've done they'd do again, m lot stand, ,f brnl ;ain. ;e Imore, thee, nist ^in, tin, Some thousands more may Sandy strive Tae pouch befoi-e he leaves the hive. As Lyon McKenzio said, now gone, " Such Scotchmen we're ashamed to own." Pity for men who're gifted so, Should ever yield to stoop so low — To do what they know is unjust, Deceive the people, betray trust. And bring upon themselves disgrace Their future life will not deface. What has their found-out conduct dwie ? Folks see what party now to shun. There's nothing in the world we see 'Bout which so many disagree Anwei' they'll never have again While truth and liberty doth reign. Justice in scales have tried their weight And toun 1 them all t<^ weigh too light. Since justice from her scales has Citst them, Wisdum Siiith " From office cast them." Mui\1erei*8 there may be, who Through Strang drink their dearast slew; Prostitutes once good and fair, Who, in npite of parents' care, Drunken seducers led astray From virtue and parents* sway. Fathers, too, who when here Acted to their wives severe. With whom no friends i)eace did have Ur.til they tilled the drunkard's grave. Prodigals, too, may be theiv*. Who through sorrow, grief and csare. To the grave fond {Mirents brought. With grey hairs, though grief and thought. Likewise the dealei'S in the trade, Who unto ruin thousands led ; Who from the traffic would not rise Until that death sealed up their eyes. Also those among the host Who through life did make their boast; — Theji'd drink, and its ill defy, Yet at last did drunkards die. Some have thougiit there also may Be ministers who went asti-ay, 157 Dnnkin^ wine like ancient Lot Until their Maker thoy forgot. Man'H su[>{x>Re8 muy be wrong, But Go<1'b word it Hpeakeib 8tix>ng, Plain for all the language given, Nu drunkard shall enter Heaven. ^^e gug^el @«ll. Jit ol ilic- Christ's calling ns to-day, From sin to set us free, Lest we be cast away Like the unfruitful tree, To lament among the rebel host — Our suuiUier's past, our souls are lost I Souls, when the )odies die, Go to the left or rig^t, Either to heaven they hie Or else to endless night, Where devils and lost spirits dwell, Wiiose torments none on earth can tell. But to escape such doom There's full provision made, Chript suffered in our room, On Him our sins were laid, And is our advocate on high, Can ull our needy wants supply. Here we ai-e sick and dying And dead we soon shall be, At hell's mouth we are lying In whfch we soon shall be. If we reject tlie gospel call To come to Christ, wl^o died for all. I I! m I l^V ^^«jfl lo^'t X 'S My lieart its often sighed au'l grieved As it under a load, To see some who say they beliave In Jesus and in God. And yet sow seed of doaoly kind Among the risiug young, May He who cau the lire brands save Send down the firv tongue. That tliey may feel their unsaved £tate, Their evil hearts ^ee through, Be brought to cry unto the Lo:d, " What shall thou have us cIoT 9^^?«=^ gatbai^. ' 5 ^1 i! God for each one this day 1 ath blest, Made it for man a dny of n st, From labor cease, of earthly kind, That heavenly peace may till the mind. But earthly caies and worldly thought Are olten snares mankind has got, Which keep away from heavenly rest Souls on this day iVom being l)lest. If on this day by these assailed — The only way these are dispelled — Drav near in faith to God iu j)rayer, God's word it saith, He'll meet us there. At throne of grace our souls be bbst, With perfect peace and heavenl}' ^'cst ; For all who there for mqrcy C}ill, There's grace to spare for one and all. 159 Come friends, then, and neighbours round, Pardon obtain, grace doth abound ; 1 ree giace for all proclaimed to-day, !Lear, hear the call ! come^ come away. None reprobated, all ^m ay com e, God never hated ar.v one, But gave His son for mankind all. That were undone, ruine^ hy the fill. No longer grieve since grace is free, Only believe Christ died for thee, And flue from sin's polluting stain That vou in heaven with Christ may reign. w>v c^cttiittc| ft^o i^c^. For what IVe done I'm grieved, Dear brother, do foigive ; I hope I will no more grieve thee As long as I shall live. Day and night it has griev I ma Since e'er I did offend ; Loving to thee I hope I'll he, Until life it shall end. Ever since I wronged thee, brother, I've liad no |»eac8 of soul, I have prayed God to forgive ne And make my spirit whole. That we henceforth live together In unity and peac3, And hsive^love for each other That never moro sliuU oeua3. leo Praying for God's holy spirit, He Muy make our hearts his place, Thnt in heaven we together May sing redeeming grace. 3c^e^;etsce ^ettc^ei^ ^^''^^S- Expei'ience teacheth fools, 'tis said — Expelience the oM have had. Give ear ye youth of every age To wisdom from the oKl and sage, Youth always ought attention pay To what the old has got to say. And levereuce give by word and look When taey give counsel or rebv ke. Hud Ht hoboam attention paid To what the old, wise men had siid, He would not of his tribes lost ten Had he took counsel from old men. This world to all it is a school, All learn by pi-eeeptaud by rule ; 80 the experience of the old More previous is to youth than gold. A youth stubborn in his war. Who will not hear what old folks say, Do oft repent when its too late, When ruin and missery is his late. To puiify a young man's ways In heurt and life. King David says : If on God's law he meditates An.«i Another week hath p«MM(^d |iud-g(»ae<' . Our ways aad tbuiif^tft letfft tbiiAk.iip^it ; What progress JjetfveD ward .we've nuid^,. While we've, been gliding ^wb lifo'i* tide Past deeds we cannot back recall, These stand forth against u» all ; Registered in God'fii Bo^kat^ tWy, To be read on* the Jud^mMstt day. How oft we feel an > evil thong^t< Up in our mindH to rise, unsought ; We've need to seek supfx^rting graoe, . Temptations in the world to face. As God hath promised every onei-. Who seek shall fiad^ifon there; are noixft' Rejected, who on God doth call, God's grace it reach«th tisrto all; ■ 'Gainst us be not a Kiitgle do.y ■ Registered thus, He did not^prarf , But day l>y.da7,'niriiiIe'WeJianre bc«Rtkii May it be .jaid, Behold he Prayeth. 1 m i- ? * « ■ f. ■*»..- mnd««'- Th^re la' a perfect' lyeac^ Th© Lord Hef dotlr bestow To all; through aoveneigti gnM39," . Who seek His name in ksonr.'' Wte «'er the gift r6c«4v» • Thnir BiRfl are all foi^^tt ; SLA Irho in Chi iit b«li^«, Thtvugli gr«ce> are heirs el heareiki But to Mie^ thwt God- Dotli *iri» supreme 9m id|l^. . ^r ...1,3 fit te -4r3ic!t>jrt)|j^' DoM not rcmoW tfaa Of Bins that on us 1m. For dei^lrifclTlA^t)elibv<> -^ "^'^ <9fi JoilA Arid stiU Gwl's wrath pArtl»k»|'^*i'. *'^'^1 KnowlcdgiB does ni>t i«)i«ve >^^;^'-»'f ^iHi 7/ Them from the burnia/ lake. lA^t What we arie to b^Kev;" fl''««'> hanit r^^AT Must inwardly be felt' j"* '■ bt? i ..Jrff>''*JI Through faith we must reoeit*' ht^yi'^ .>T The pardon of 6ur guilt' ^ '♦'^ ^'^o ^<^H Tlirougfa Jesus Christ' t.lona uo> $>'>•> n ^v'eV/ The p«,rdon it must coma^.i ««•)}? H^jur/r Goal's well belovei son f;<} Ht*?j< (k,0 kA Who did for sin atojMiJ tlwii« iIh* oiIW He for ourfsinAdid die, . i;y| -i'hox) Our surety He became jjjvi r*u au jKnrisD' None saved but who Hpjdyi^' lO J>^"!-il?^>:^sH Fof pardon through his, aalne^^ 'fff> )ityi»iB8e/feb*no*dfi it deride, The house of worship where G«d doth reside ; But Gotl's moi-e auxi^uf.j('c>ivUoai;ta jiiee fro^i^'sin, Than spicious M(^l||^,HiH apirit tu ,4^*41! V** Was I to woG^p^ iuscMue golden shrine , T Its woulvl G(ii;%^)f»iit i^n ipyjipjytoiwr^/shine ; Thank God He's found within the humble door. Gold Go I attracts ©v^^^v iJj^ QfatWuHjirr/ Heiven is Go4'%4U»^n€|, i^b%«^»'^ HM^fcptstool is, To relieve suffering it would God |uore4)ljQt|ie, Ihan fQj^C;^We withutt th^ h^S>'*o Iwj^it, From which He bids us in His word depart. We find recorded inr^h# wol?d ^-^Ood o) tu^ 'Twas pride dr|iftg^tbii(ittkiKti{k.Haii higit^boij ; *>> Likewise through pride th^t^our first narepis £el1- en fpumi ^^■^ Tlie proud 'B no promise in (iod's holy T)6oJc^ . y But to the humble GoiTiath said^ Heni lodi." ^^m g«i%e^§. ~- To you a few lines I address, ^'-' -' That you may thinlc on Ihe distress To those whom you oi^l^ ^t^ieaiOM) im tO In MBftlpnafaniKd^ivi Y/^ni ^iiuluo e'huO „ , , . ^ , - - .'ji^J ooi. ai Ji 9 jy'isJJ But, oh ! instead of love and joy, Your family's \mm> m^^-Mm^^h fsmu A Your evil waysm^dj ^o,^flj^^^jf,,,,j,„„| vilT If you d have peace without ful^. Act not so mean. 9«> i^ .«i5_/ fri9J» oiiil ^>i The evil yoimiMW^^^'^doW^ .««*^ 8 ierficmA Can't be recalled ben^atft^hff iiMf*?/'* ^:,„ But tm^" W'b^iS^ titrti fiaik 'rii^ ^'^^^ ^'^^^ ^ Your sand glass o^it |^'^ ^^'^'^ '^^ Why undeaerviftd mercy shun . , , , .r\ Fof tiilfags of iiought fr . a ° , : *=* Vint n'l OTolfiH For, ob3=l"hdJ«raH)»fiy to T(ftl«ti»;}oJ ^^ ni«3«|il.«i»*lt|{«i|'. ■'■ ' nov 'i-^n^ ^^^ Into — and be Itis ,e|»41#» ft^J^^Om^l -»eoilYA The pit,ftC^<>(>«.,.il« 8'eii foiiij*'! inoY Why should you. ll/ift^eeel'^i^li «i^2? "^ Against vour maker live in treason. Deny injjfJWiWfeNed^rtie blikmiinr iseaSoitf^'^Y Of restoratidrif^^'i JS^^ Ril^hy isH Cho«fifftit iftt^ei-^Ibs^ reliitioy <>^ a-J't^iJ^ i»da With damniit4^il>** **<» « »'**ii ^X t«4 liiebriatil^g liquors slmn, After this vice no longer run ; The love oi all you yet uiAy wiii. The entrance Is h^ ^>ecominj[ a true ion "*'■' Of teniperance. «R"^'>tH ttnttttg i*n !<««§ ^dd^eS8«d io « gl^digt.! ga«. I . ': Young man, you're here upon the brink Of an unohanging state ; God's calling now on yon to thiidc Before it is too late. A state of hajppiness or woe Thy portion soon shall be ; Be saved, or 'est, y«u soon must go Into eteniicy. Another glass may seal thy doom To everlasting woe, Where God's grace doth never come, Or mercy ever go. Oh ! be advised'tb stop and think Before ye further fall ; Abstain teetotally from strcmg drink, You may yet i«gain all . The grief you've catMed your frieMds, think on, Whose love you eirer har© ; Your father he's already gonej In sorrow, to the grave. Your mother still in sorrow mourn. Her grief is ever new ; She grieves to think that she'i l^e^ bam To have % aoa like yott« 19i *% »ott. link on, Stop d linking and for grace apply, For strentgth to change yonr ways ; The Saviour passes no one by, Who seek his pardoning grace, Altho' your father's earthly fac* Is iio more seen around, His soul with angels shall rejoice When his lost son is found. Thy mother, yet above the sod. In ecstasy will cry, "Since my son's given his heart to €^o(i, I now in peace can die. In Qod's name, do thou warning tike« Like Lot, from Sodom flee. Least fire and brimstone in the lake Thy lasting poi-tion be. Knowing the damper of your case. Excuse me saying again, Flee from strong drink, ana seak God's grace, Be your response. Amen. How precious is health 1 Its worth not known till lost, More precious than the wealth Of which the rich can boiult. When tossing too and fro And seeking rest to flttd. Each posture answering, no, Past memes oometo mind; Blessings a;jd merc^ kiio#ti, When they are from ni fled j ' Tis then we think upon The hand that ^th «• led. i*Jrr m I p m eni jly^a oriW Not one atAfk4 m6H>Wi\^fffi 'W^- 'od^h To cause us to fecil J>*iiii,'- '>^'<>irt <^'» «! Than brirfg'iilB bAok to Jiv^'" fl^^*'" ^"f>a «'H In peace with Him Hgftin. ^ 8'»f n'«ri7/ ,1 o8 yj.j f>vfKJii ,l!>v ,i'*H Join YilT Pationt let us submit v,, |;iv/ yHj^J^oe nl y.itliQWt^jW^vipjinipg wpir4> j 7«i ftoni^ • Body and soul ccujipit ,,0 oourni ui won 1 To a faithful lord, />3Jj.i ;^;rj.ir i(4v; iuuf) oh ,efn/:fi a'iioO iil Our light mxciU'iiM '"^'l '^^^ i'^,^ . I^l us submissive^Ce4r^-^^ S"'^*'^^ ^'^^ And on God's pz»raise ^'eiit. ,. _ -rt .aouiA ,.9^110429 1 -iuo^ 93. A grace that Gdafa to ni^msind given To fit the soul of mum fo r heaven ; On me, saith God< p^^^jt 4II. ypur oai?e,woH Come with«tJhj ;w>»ut» tomie iuPiu^i^ji Christ saitl^;9!t) .^rtli, ^ ax^ M.9.yu^ frioM Shall ask ini^U«1tife"v.?Ji^».*%oalw iO For anything thi-ough me, the Son, For them, through ^^Jt^Kit-tSih^UifeQ^WWiV/ Some christians ;<4Q.'i^,j4»myii 5*i>1 TliM* God might be their help and stay. Ther«'» iOtnefwUbipiwslw^^ 1»mi}pi^jg»iii And chi*i8tia|i,f|igjieft«fi<»r» Ipitfl^^^ti "H Yet live as if eartfe, iftts-itUeii" iioai^^^J ^iT The d*y of refSfelqiwagiwiFffKiiiomfiiiJ ©aT IS' mi Ml 'O Tell me, traveller on li^s Ai^J > '^ »'><':'«'ot To what port dost thoii go ;^ ^' * ' ' - ^ I want to accompany thee, If thou Wili let ma kaoMino v!> wj huA lO Together- we may wil ; ] r . , - * »> / 'i 7/ The bark I'm going in is sound And tit to 8ta?ia a g^ie^j .,i.t„.,f ^,f) |.i,„ a Shes chart^iredTor b^vpn port,,i^^ ^ ^cO Wh«i:^,Qai)tive!j t^re Jrua^cJ^-ee,m- ^^-^ Where tliehoTy ones reso.-t, Who live in unity. . , , ^ ,,.. /j-wWH HbiTMil ii«J*a ilJiiil r!t>^i'H> ^v^\\ ff Tliel^nd9f^»e^^9ea3^|.n^^^^ Where each do wear a diadem Who by the Lord are ble^t. Our Cajitoin- TO^^ #aMii^!» «" J-'iwitjjA Let's llaPte Mo*^e^^^.il«,^ •"*^»^^ "^^'f^ And titti^'i tij^fbr inviting " ^^ t);^^«iio-a Us! board ttie nuole oaik. ,yioa Jiuija ail I»ev»fij^ nt>Jlo b/'t^W For, »H«5f»*W* WiriM^tHi,'*' ■>^. ^^^^'l^ '"''^ Her rule«iV4kd'eth1j1n^»:* ^^^oih^ a;H Iti^t!irtf<*'ndifih^li*>i- s«at«*^i **^'K'q boA Your passage you shall miss. 9nnb Hitij'^at h')J<{«rio auo wi»H igoi^ @oa^:g^^'||;4Vi^^a^'i;;§;fi^^^^ « Doth God, ourr-l^lwri *F*4fl^>>«|id;^Ml(6f 3«n{0 An^ijlitei?»^t:^n;tt;iJld-.^bfm awake, to suioH With.MAM^»afj^if*i^r,^a,fesw ;aM '^ m i His ey»», aiAngfily, ever 8«^i,* His heart of love doth ever movw Toward U8 ; Tho' He sendjh dian^w^, It in Hin chgsteuia^ hand of Inve. When we lay on our mother'n hreatt, And in her arms she did us liear, Or laid us down in sleep to rest, We were our Heavenly F^tlier'a cta-a.^ Auiid the battle tield of lifc^' How oft have we ha4 to declare God's goodness, and praises to Him give For His protecting love and care. H> ty ' y I When death hath taken friends away, We've wondered oft, why he did spar9 , Our lives, and keep us to this day Monuments of His love and care. And when false friends did 'gainst ut lise Against us did false witness bear, Upon their own heads fell their lies. Because we wiotiCTi. Ieavitt|| ^cette^ Tear Friend : The tijne is near at hand • To bi«l yon an adieu, Hay the blessings of God you attend, Through all life's journey through. Distance will soon divide us hei-e, Perhaps no more to meet, Still in the spirit let's draw near Around the mercy seat. Yonr partner in life, may he Be loving unto you And at the Throne of Grace, both be Earnest, fervent and true. And when our trials in life are past, Our souls from earth be riven, Arounc' the Throne of God at last Mjiy we all meet in heaven. tnc^ itinf. th*'ir livvs f,f suimII esteem. Truth and reason both agree Splits only used hIiouIu be When rlip hody's weak and f.iiLt — Taken as a stimulant, buicidal deaths so rife, Show strong drink destroyeth life ; Rohd men of their reason, so HuuUioiig iuto death they go. 'f You who feeling hearts retain. From strong drink, oh ! do abstain ; For your childien's sake comply, Lest the drunkard's death they die. Death brings aye, a gloomy day When friends from us pass away ; But to die hoj eless, raving mad, A drunkard ! oh ! how sad, how sad ! Humanity doth call to all, With the temperance cause enrole Their names against King Alcohol. Strong men it hath overcome, Strong drink it hath sealed their doom ; Only sate who from it fly, Be advisod friends come and try. Never will you need to rue Joining with the temper.ince few, But bless thi diiy, when life is done You e'er became a Temperance Son. '■ m in ill Winter is coming, we care not for that, S;iith the i-ich, lying stietolieJ at their ease, In warm house -, they sately are hi.»et, ujelodious voice, To hear Charlie and i.^ommy sing Made christian hearts rejoice. All children wlio do love the Lord, Through Christ, sludl be forgiven, Charlie and Tommy they shall meet Amonj the blest in heaven. ^tx J^etrttxr'ttsm.. JOHN H3WIE, rSQ., OroNABE3, NATIVITY, ROXB JR03H1RE, SCOTLAND, EMIQRATv: > TO CAN VDA IN 18 i2. kinj:mied, escI From earth another's pass'd away, Who in his day hath born the toil Of many a long summer day. In cultivation of the soil. Tho' up in years befoie ho came From Scotland to America, 174 He's done a great deal more than some That's had in it a longer stay. Aye, in his face, the frien lly .smile, Where ever with him you would meet, Ani in real canny ScottiHli style Did he all in fiiendsh greet. We hope the family he has left, Shall act throtigh life as lie his done, As free from guile, and e\il or .ft, And every path of evil slu.n. He now from earth has'pass'd awry, To wliPre the we.arv findeth rest, He did his duty in his day. We hope hib suul s amuug the blest. GEO. GILLESPIE, ESQ., OTONABEE, WHO DIED MAY 4, 1866. An inoflfensive neighbor, he Lived to the age cf eighty-three. Changes through life he tried. He was a miller to his trade, In youth he that profession led, A farmer ere he died. In christain duty he was fo'mi or good eport, 'mong neighbors round, J^'or keeping the Lord's day. Each night before he went t)ackward trace Her life all through, Noihing they' I Hud that would disgr ice The family few. She read her Bible every day And made the Word of Grod her stay ; 'Twas there she found the peaceful ray Of grace Divine, Which makes the christian love to say God's will is mine. In Westwood burying ground lies she, Where all lie quiet in unity, Within the grave her dust shall be Quietly to stay, Until the Lord earth's prisoners free, At the last day. |w ^etnor'i mm. BOBEBT WOOD, X8Q., OTONABEE, FROM BOYBOROUOHBHIRE, SCOTLAND. Four score and six years travel here, Midst changing scenes he |>ussed ; Three i>arcnei*s dear he laid iu dust. Ere he breathed out his last. He oft spoke of the time when left Wit I two tw in babies dear, Without a mother them t) nurse Their tender hearts to cheer. Of family trials upon the earth There's few so tiding as this— Y ung infant cliildten 1 ft without A mother them to bltis. ^tSSaiHitm I ! ' i 178' " H'" WRR a nmn of feelings Rtroug, Which made his trouble Ri*eat, But lived to Ree his children ail Up to manhood's estate. He saw his great granchildren ere From earth he |»:;ssed away, I nd died in hope of heaven through Christ To rise at the last dtiv. In Westwood hurying ground ho lie», A tombstone marks his head, Telling the passers by where he Lies numbered with the dead. Ii peace and quiet his Viody rest J Beside his lust dear wife. \. aitirg the last trump's suicmu sound To call the dead to life. JAUES DICKSON, ESQ.. OIOIiABEB, WfiO OltiD JULY IST, 1869. He's gono, who WAS beloved by all, No morn on earth his face wo'll see, In foiest, tield, nor yet in hall, For with the sleeping dead lies he. In Meliston, Roxboroughshire, In Scotland, brought up was he, Where he, as blacksiuith, serve 1 h!s time, Ere he camr; Oiit to |C(an»d&. He settle 1 in Otonabee, Upon the third concession U»]e, Where, when he died, resided he, Where his all to God did .resign. He now has done with all .things here. Who was a father aiid a fjfieud^ 179. .^, 1869. lu A husband and % brother dear. Likewise a loving neighbour kind. For hia national church he ever Did what he could with good intent ; Against her ministers woul I iiHver, j Take in from anj a complaint. L' ne'y witl.out him seemed the dwelling. \V lere he, the architect, did atay, All t'.iingH icuiid seem to be tellingj Th.it deatli hath took their lord aMray. Towering round the house are growing, Trees that were plante 1 by hia baud, Whose majestic tops seem bowing To his memory when tUey bend. Rcund his fiel ,i he loved to see Tiees in thair f irest beauty ^row, A gatherer of herbs was he, Their medical properties to know. M's? him will the quadruped ♦ribe. Lament tliey raii^ht. if they <;ouli speak. He for them always did prescribe Waoa they vvere u.ther .auje or sick. A Tnde)>ndent" was his spin:, H).iest in the'extreme *vas he, Nothi i^'agaiijst^him of de .lerit, Fr J.U sordid ATI rice he was free. Teah comes oft wl.en unexp3cted, \.\v\ t-rikes the best of men away, Age nor goodness is respected, When death calls, all must obey. Death of our friend a warning is While living here midst- worldly care. When in good health, e;'e comes disease, a'jk ueata ixud jud_,ment to j[ rj^»are. i Its llemoftnm* rSTCB GILLESPIE, KBq., OTONABEE, WHO DIED AUG. 2, 1870. Aj^e first and foremost on the road, Each Sabbath day was he, Found riding to the House of God, A worshiper to be. And seldom vacant was his place, A Sabbath through the year, For very serious was the case If he did not appear. But now upon the road we miss Our old Church-going friend, And in the Church tiiere is one less, 'Mong those who do attend. The allotted days for man, he more Enjoyed on earth below, He lived till he was eiuhty-four, Ei-e death did strike the blow. Mong weeping friends he yielded up His soul G )d to hitn gave. That he now lives, it is our hope, With Christ beyond the grnve. |» ^cw»«»f'tat«. Wai. MCOREGOR, ELDER OF THE PRESBYTERIAN CHUICI)!, PCTER- BORO, WHO DIED MARCH 19, 1872, AGED 81 YEARS, He's gone and bade all things adieu, That on the rarth rcni.iin, And namberii 'mon^ the favored f^w That four score years attain. More than the bulk of mankind, he Ureat hai-dahips in youth bore. , iiHis 181 fr 1870. Serving his country on the sea. Nine years in time of war. He saw the wonders of the deep, Upon the mighty wave, When fear did make the strong man weep And cry for Grod to save. Oft comrades by his side did fall, Without a friendly breath To wh iper to the pa t ii;r soul The Saviour's name iti death, I lore blest was h^, for ere he died, His Church officials came And all his sundry wants supplied That Christian love could claim. A name within the Church he bore, Possessing Christian love, And now gone is he to adore His Saviour's name above. MARY ANN JAMISON, WHO DIED MARCH 20, 1872, AOED 22. :icif, PBTKR- YEARS> Unrelenting death, how cruel ! Nothing of pity dost thou have. To thee for mercy, none need call, Thy constant task to till the grave. Oft y uch like flowers ei-e fully blown, Ou them thou bloweth thy withering breath Both.yonth and Hg« alike ai'eone In thy relentless band, oh death. The one tboo lately from us took. The love of God so tilled her beai-t She could undaunted on thoe look And yield to thee her outward part. i 182 And joyfully sing — brave death, I rise To where saints their Hosannas brin? To Him who reigns above the okies Who has trom death took out the sting. Her siifferingR were intense, yet she Bore all without a murmuring breath, All that she longed for was to be With Chiist, beyond thy power, O death ! iW ^t% ^csno^toTis. OEO. EASSON, ESQ , OTONABEK, OXE OF THE EARLY SETTLERS, nuo i>iKL> MAY 14tu, 1851. Go.ie to tl)o p'ace of pea o -nd lest, He who had feelings kind To iiii h*:* iitet with in d4>:(4/L'ti»H Of body, or in min I. His delight was grief to relieve, But liuted what was cruel,, The word of God he did ^)elieve, JLie ioveU icb ^uideu rule. T.iJ chri:ti} n faith removed all fears, lis hoju^was, Christ could save ; Wi.li luucl. respect, being full of yeai-8, I'hey lull, him ia ii.e grave. ^e|:ar»e ia ^eei i^p god. Com.i all ni\ friends, whom I love dear, And hear the gospel call W-..W.1 v^uvt, the Lord, from heaven hath sent, i'u ^'uu auu me and all. ■■Mi STTLEBS, 18S^ Th^ call is that wo floe from sin An I everv evil siuii-e ; Know that our 8o„U while he/j !uv nej 1 lo meet our GjJ, i^repare. ^'t/'1^ ^^'« »!'*"gi"g on a thread llmt slender is and l)riule O.u. numbered days are s.ud 'to paaa bwift as the weaver's shuttle. Man, like the fi^rass, at morn appears, And like the liliies fair But ere night l>y dnath oft' cut down VVarmng us to piepire. The preparation that we nee I, Ou- hearts chansed tntn sin, J* 20 YEAR J ttt, Ho / oft at morn the sun o.-u,ls forth his brightest rays ■Lu clouded is eie nooL-— " ' 1'- la eiublem of man's da>. For oft we find it true, The allotted days of maa iJ ey are so very few They Ve compared to a span. 1^: ^ IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) fe // A fA 1 1.0 I.I M 12.5 io 11 2.0 .8 Lii iijA ii.6 ^ Ll>^ N> V w p X «o r 184 Pleasures of life most sweet Oft with us short time last ; How f,ooD the winding sheot O'er youth and beauty's cast. Upon the first of May Mary stood a blooming biide, Ere four months past away Was numbered with the dead, liOiving t'aose she lov'd dear, I ler absence here to mourn, But left in hope to wear The crown that saints adoiTi. In loving ten » per Hweet, Her sotil from earth did soar, Hoi)iiig her friends to meet Where parting is no more. So*t**'§ ^^-ye*. Tjord, be Thou with mo, Especially in distress, ^!y comforter, O be, When cares my soul oppress. 1 know You've said Thou wilt, To those who tfust in thje. If so, O do Tlioii look, In pity upon me. For I &m troubled sore, Ft r tnose whom I love dear, Fearing they go astray. And walk not in Thy fear. O turn their hearts to Thee, From fleeting objects vain, Oj)eu their eyes to see That goJ.liness is gain. T m That wbeitt'oircarth no mow, We all may m«et at last, Where we shall Thee adore While endless ages last. ^r'nnUai^difc Too common sight ! To-day I saw a man Dressed in old clothes, slouched hat,with b!ouch*d face ; I found, by asking, that he was the son Of one who lHWtd an honorable plabe. They told me he," when young, wasigood aibdfair, Was great in mind as any of his race. But now so mean, no one for him doth care ; His friends di^wn him, I'edt h^'the^ diograciC When yottngf his fether scint him into town, A banister what he came out to be. And offered fair to come out in renown A ttiuful member of society. But he was tempted with the alluring bait Found in the circle among whom he moTWd, To taste an^ drink, and now his tempters hate To see the face of him thify^^said they ioved. Would youth take warning by .this man and se^ And see the danger of the vile alluring bait. And learn in time to chocNse their compatiy. And aot, like many, when it is too bii:e. tiacu l«i«8«- M* TO TBK WORLDLY PBOFESSORS, WHO FLOUAISHSTH 6REBK BAY TREE. Ye whom the Lord apy^tears to bless, Whose ne'ev been kejit ^ow by distrou, Of common trouble have had less Than others ifbiiiid; I4KE THE ajur m li 186 W hose names are oft, in glossy dress, In church books found. For Christ, do you count all thin^'loss. Your worldly substance count as di-oss," Or doth the world your heart engross Your souls to stain 1 Do you think' %httt yen heaven can lose For worldiy gain 1 For to make rich you have made haste, Except to save, all else was wnste ; Made ixxvpf the poor they would not taste Your worldly gootl. You've lived on earth as if there plr.cei ' Without a Gk)d. You'll taste the woi'mvrood and the gall When darkness on your eyelids fall, And death around your heartstrings crawl ; You'll then espy This world, is not your all and all, V-'hen you must die. Oh ! friends take warning, do thou flee From wrath, while there is hope for <-hee ; Think of God's grace, boundless and free, To siiinera gircB. Reject it not, or else you'll be Shut out of heaven. Do not your talents thus abuse, . w . God's mei-cy de not thou refuse j ,Jou God waits, His spirit to infuse. Do not deny ; ♦ • • Chance uf to-day, oh ! do not lose Before you die. ■^"^orTdlings like you, they cometi'nes die And leave thi& worfd without a sigh. To seek the Lord, some others try. Then pass away j Only when death seems to be nigh Theyll try to pray. m Savin*; they will never sin n^ain If Gk)d wiW free them from their pain, FiX)m worldliness they would refrain, That's been their sin ; They all their substance would give tbea Heaven to win. Through life, excuse, "they eoisld not" com» Until some earthly wcrk was done, And thus they on and on did' roam From grace and heaven ; Until laid in the silent tomb- Died unforgiven. u -Sih. tne § )DRESSBD TO THOSE WHO STOPPED A TEA MKBTIMO FROII BE- ING HELD IN THE CHURCH, GOT UP IN FAVOR OF THE TIMP£RANCB CAUSE. Dear tin«nds, what harm could it do, Either unto church or you, Folks to meet there and social be, In fi-iendsLip o'er a wee drap tea. Had tea that nasty dirty furrje Which from old whiskey barrels come, Ye might then wiia good reason say, By all means keep the tea away. Some are, who ought to be holy : Often o'er a wee dmj> jolly, Regardless tho' a near relation Be brought to lasting condemnation, By the over ruling evil That leais many to the devil, To be wise, scan the Gospel laws, God's Word will show who's is the cause Ye might be found thus fighting man, Impeding a providential plan To save some of the human race And b ing them under Gospel grace. Think when you c>uty our scoffs abroad, Ye be not fighting against G^xi. t i m iih 1; > - Ll'. Ever w^ig^ tliey face ^ fee, RatLer tl^an to idols bow, ^. , Claiming on their native (km, Libett^lo worship God. Kather did they ohoon to die Thau the God of trutii deny. On the gibbet, at th«* stake, >. Hundreds perished for Christ's sake. 'Mong these, Hamilton the br»ye . , And Holy Wishart, mfifi^, lyidjfrave. The beat and holiest among iqen For preaching Chiist wei^ crnely slain. ' Tthcve'a no. nation,. history saitb,. , Wliew; men stood out. for the f*ith Like Scotland, 'uopng thie | owers that be» To gain conscience liberty. la delanoe of the powers 4lUhr«reM4MT»7«d MgKinBt tlnii^ tii» «jeetecl Minit of Scotland had undauntedly penisted in their determination to aawrt their clt to the enjoyment of civil liberty and rellfftoia ffecdMlr. la the gi«ni; 'woo cavee nd on the mountain* of (kfeir naiiye mnd, they ^congregated i» «ltliance the injunctions Mtued against 'them, and when ciroumstancM required it, th unhetitatingly seized the oword-and fiinigltt in dtfeaae of thOM libertiee to whk they deemed themaolves entitled. It wiuk to the Covenanter*' that Sootlaad nei owes the pi«servation of her most sacred rights^ and wfta th* satne spirit whiq animated Jenny Oeddes «»Mtl She «lft«w her three legged stool at thv head- of Dnan who dared 'To preach mass at her lug" that S^tchmea have been abls command the adaiiration of other natioas. t-- wi TO JCHW W-^— BS whu^ ^ that Sootiaad "?] game "Piril T["}3 »t th» he»4- M "* Ixftve been »d» Jiy"-;-' 170. ^lae friend I h^ coutd be mttr kifi\ Th^ ypii was unto ,m«*. You an* your*8 1*11 ever min* Until the day I dee. May He wha rules &hqon, yoii K««p An* a' ye*r family dear, Bath when awake an when alBfeep, Be ye his special care. I hope your mintress safe an' sound, Hae got back (rae the sea, That she enjoyed her jaunt^g rbubd, An* cam' back weel t* thee. Unto yer miil\er dear I send The best wishes I havie^ On earth ha^ pikce, till life here eii<3l, An' Heaven beyond the gt«ve. This short epistle, scraw]f,4«^''^ rhyme, I hope that you'll excuse, A longer mi^ yVB get nexl iun% I'l If this ye no refuse. So for the pi^sen^ fare-ye-well, Write me when ye get this, Just anythinl^ tl|ai ]$leaae yersel. An' mind that my addresb Is Alex Grahap), Otbnabee, Post Ofl&oe Keene^ concessibh t&tve, In order that it rigl»tlyJ[o, Put down County PetM^oro. IT We hail thee patrons, ever aear, Wishing you f U a f p«i New Xe^r. God bless you in baskat^^t^.iptiif^re, You and your families ever more. iili i III yon as friends we will rejoice, "When yoit sh&ll iJless us Cariier Boys. We thi-ough the year have worn our shoes^ Bringing to yot: the public news, But tho' the old year'«i past and gone We hope you'll lid us carry on. Our paper tLis* yaar you will see. Will very inuclL improved be, All public news, moral and fit, Our Editor will try to get. But ^hat is loose, immoral and vile, ' Our paper with such he'll not soil. It is his puri)ose and intent. Attention give to all news sent. None of them shall have i-eason to say That he cast what was truth away. To test the truth of what we tell. Continue to take onr paper still, W^e leave you this, kind patrons dear, Wishing you all a good New Year. ,»yijj ^« S!»i«9 M an, Come near ye mortal ones of earth, And see a bi oth^r die, The sentence too upon ^on'spast. The executioner nigh. And kno^ when on the dying ye look Ye who 'gainst friends hath striven, TheiVs unity within t'»e ^ve. And no discoi d iQ H .aven. Still as the grave let each one be. See how h«i heaves a sigh. *a It a^t^i, MQMv&t be, hard havd work,'* ^ For sinful man to'tttSi A word of comfort, give the soul Before it pass away, m And leave its eartl^ly tnnemeac To moulderin the clay. To him a word of comfort speak, His time will soon be past, The heaving breast, and laboring breath, Show he is near his last. The fatfe is tuiiiing ashy pale, Cold dmps are on the brow, The mouth it oi)ens but to |$asp, Earth's nothing to hiun now. Spenk sofl: and low, let no hnrsh sound, Grate on the dying's ear, But let the spirit go in peace. From all its troubles here. The last long bre'atli is drawn, he's gone, The sunken eyes declare, No moi-e his soul to eai-th «hall cleave, Its done with eaithl^.jCf rthly care. Let all that's seen a death bed scene. Had dear friends f^oni them riven, Make sure through life, before they die That they are. heira of Heaven. -yr ■»i fef. I , 1^' »man g|tlfeil - <>»• *1 In human life, is constant strife, Sometlting *ky make us sad. A constant strife, through all mir life. Between the good ur.d bad. When wei review, our history through, 'Mong sceiKMi of changes rife. With many a one, thing left undone. Throughout our pil^iim life. '1 m Wise behind h^fiid, we've dfli^PMUl To give us grief and pattii, Yet after all, did oft^n fall Into the sai^e again. If goodm(>!v«a;'^ 'iH^B^fi^n^m, And into action brought. Leas we'd re^pectj wht^n we looked back On wisdom dekrly bibvight. He is A fool, ^lio l^as'no^riile To guide him 1 1 his way, Our only giiide, o're life's rou^h tide To Diake God's Word oiir stay. Would we a life, ?ree from liU sitife Enjoy on earth betoW, In Jesus' love, to live and move, Hidi Wbur Saviour know. -•♦•— aa«g*»8. Why is the gift of #ealth b««towied On min wiith hekrts tike SfOnto, A bleHsing to themselves its hot, A benefit to none. What they possess to them's a God ! II woish p •^d atdort .^^ ,,, 1 4 IP I According au their wealth increase. Grows their desire for more. The field to field, and house to houstt, Some jiil |)088easion have. They never seem to have enough ! Their desire's like the grave. Such like'^'the misers are, vhose gold Becomes their winding sheet, Tho' loud for help hf) eaU<^ wiien flying, His voice did no eat ioieet. 19t \ m Through a trap-hole when counting of Hi& gold, low (iv^k.lMil«iW9fi t^« ^r Died covered with hii miielfJo^ea couv,.^ oJnt Within artfiltiLf 3«ULv^,; ,/er B'-ings us neVvs of some poor creature Who CO dea^h, b^ means appaling. Are through thee daily failing. Spirit thou, of man's Invention, AH thy doings, who can mention. Destroyer of man^s noblest pirta Murd'rer of many genei*ous hearts. Man's angel pairt thou doth destroy Till his own ways himself annoy, When, horror stricken, he looks back On life misHpAiit, a gloomy track, lie sees despair of blackest gloom His only prospec/* and his dootir. The curtain drops, thr sceite is o'er, Weeping friends, his death deplore Surely in the christian breast PHy for the fallen rest^ Tj use all the nieantj they can To save fallen, biother man. Sentence on the drunkaid. |>ast By the judge whoee woi-d stands fast ; ;ji 195 >tom heaven excluded thej shall be. A warning this, for all to flee ?ix>m iMrhat ruins man in all, Both in body and in soiil. When our legiblaiors kt-ow MiseneH from these liquors jlt>w, All as one why do they not 'Qainst the liquor tmffic vote, ' 'Alt of them pretend to feel Anxious for- the country's weiil- ; [t they stopped the liquor trade Many sad hearts would b« glad, Moi-e thriving families we'd see And more peace and unity. Mothers would their blessings give, Wives would wish them longto live, Doing what they ought to do They would ha v'e god's blessing too. THE AULD AND NEW, 1872. Foul fa' the loon, wha' burnt doua The auld substantial bri^g, Twould serve him w*»el, the ugly chiel, To chain him by the leg. Or serve him right to gae'm a flight, A dook into the strf.am, There him sweat till he cry he'll Ne'er do the like t vain. The guilty one, who the burning done. Ought to be punished sore ; We hope that he will found out be, Put where he'll burn no more. The new brigg has got an iron coat, Ther cannot bum it down, But much ado its cost, I tn>w, And expense to the town. ftt lie .ad llmk ^edj h >i>ii\ozfi n9rMd mot'l We hope it l8ii| ^^f^iUfihoiiV strong, - A That there ma|^ %i Ud b^ame "'^ On Davis and Whye^^ Wht» ihade it right, But rather r»ifle (heir f ma. // ,w^.n «ri I>itA He's far from being at i-est. rj^/fii lilattd k>1 r 11 m Whatever purcfikir)|il'3^"^al[^ In country or in t6ii>^ti, ' ' '^i^^ 'J^^^'- ^ff He's not conte|it until it be In justice cfJled his oWn. ... '"*>'^ »0;^'''-nO Stick in hand trudging ott, ' '^^ *»«^ Old Jiminiej hislai^t inAtth hus tiwie, •''''^ For he is dead and gone. "^ ^"-^ Now lying under '^HTit^ildf tnWf*^ ''J'^ A As soft as th^y who through ^^ Their live", mide th^ii^ dhief object golJ;«^> Their duty tb pursue. •^*''>^ ^ J^- FHends doV^^ iii^f5f J'ffeiiiyii g6^, At others vend their spleen ; '\^aiiH ./P^tf pl«a»^nt thoughts/whefa he i*W^ e before her end : Four score and five years did she know, Ere death did strike the mortal blow ; Prolific were the seed she bore, Which garOfered is in many a door. Grandchildren *8 children did she see Ere death did set her spiiit free Fit>iu worldly troubles cares and strife, And closed the scene of mortal life. A christian character she bore Her God and saviour did adore; On earth she lived a life of fHith, She loved her saviour, feared not death. She often thought upon the day ^ When she from earth would pass away. And when it cai&e. in heart could sing, " Grave, whcjre's thy victory, Deith, thy sting." ly^ettt o^a n i] tstss. As fai back as we've heard or rend, Or our ex()erience hae us led, That Scotchmen, when they ither greet. Are unco clanish when they meet Years hae past by. and no a few, Sincft that I read in the Review A piece o' poetry in Scotch ; My clanish spirit it did touch. Thought J, ^ha can the writer be. The face o'ui I wid like to see ; I H|)ear'd antf found out very soon He was a farmer in Smith toun. I thought a crack wi' 'era may be yet, Sonie future time I'll try an' get. Thij was the wish within. niy mind An' their remained till I did find h. thy sting. reet, iy«t» My wish realized ; him I hae met But hae not got a right crack yet. I've promised him and he has netter here, Ab servants, they serve not in fear ; Aristocracy does not fit Folks in America as yet. Servant Jock's as guid as master John, An' dukes an' earls are unknown; Teunants are no abashed and feared To speak iu comiiany wi' their laitxl. Nor need, when meetin', beck ai.' bow, An honor hini wi' great ado. Wi' folks here in everv station Thore is moi*e equalization ; Her« mou*»y makes not anses men, Si) does not suit the upper ten. Old oountrv masters hae come here, 'Neath former set vunts toapi>ear ; I r thej 0;ime hei-e they ooultl nue tat Ao the Siim i tiible getting iiieat, 1 e tli« y ve to sit with servant Jack, At the saiue table eat and crack. ■ r,. ■■ m ill; m I iHtn Hitd ^^o^Wh^i A'Axn -fX^ Whci*e created hast tfiou be#nt ^ Question an«nrer#i when it»lw*n*tjiM •• ' 1 Who brokjfr ixti Ms naker'c wHl^'niji ik HqJji V ^ ^« at mv^fi^' „ft ii, ,,8 Was among tn^ highest grade ; Praised his maker's msitcnlesS worth, When the morning star shone for'thr^ '"A Nothing JWAS pyad« ; 't woujd aonojr, ^ Angel's prai^ yf^^f^% joy. „ ^^„ -g While th*^^,ffl^|^l^w>,ppvig^ ^^h«^^;»ung, Foul r^bftUiqp ^ mSV^m^ i ^t^ y/ In heartof «ftf Qj^lh^ ho»t, ,. ,^ ^jj,,^^| For th^j«rh*?hil%PjJij8i^;yeu Jqst,, !.;.!. ^ „() And, iJ^Q, febo«Bj«rhp Tjeith Jiim ^^^,^jj Against a)«iir,PV*k^t Jyigjfj. tij^, J Ada»^nd.|lxe-»ftn seemed th^n to envy ;, ji, ,.,r^ The cause why he uiade the li« i *j, -^j^ Tha,t they» UkQ himself an4|j9at/^^jjj,,y|' Thmugh »iejt»lUoii wi|^t l>« h)st. ,^ ^^^. He told BJve they'd wisjer be' j^;,„^, '.^^y^ If they took fruit Irom the tree _^^j ^^^ Which Cipd told them topass bf j^ .^-y^ Eve believed, the t^pppter's lies, ,,.,,, jj'p Prou4-t«( thii^k pf being i.iore wisp^^^j^ Pride, th*8pijcijt.4?f,piaij's fall, ,,^,,^ ^g Ruined the angels, maaj^d^- .jo -*'£ ,x it. UJ K.n III A U AO 201 Afl she was paBsing by A little orphan child. My mother's dead and gone, My ia^r« too, is dead, And I am left alone To seek a piece of bread. Have you not got a friend To take you to a home 1 Said the good Lady kind, If not, then with mo oome. The orphan's heart was full, A word she could not say ; Her countenance told all That in her bosom lay. This lady she did more By a kind, gentle word, Than all th« kings oi yore Accomplished by the sword. Two souls were made glad, Two hearts did happy feel; The soul is blest that's led ^ To seek an orphan's weal. Yts.l»iitmi^ed land in yiew. Temptations in the-Vil'dernefM' Led Israelites «sir^> )v^..^ . . The want of faith ia us, like them, Will cause u^ m^ss oi^r Y^lu To keep us when we're temjit like thtm, God saitL : Look uuto M0 |v «. i jh^i^. All who to Jesus look ^.lodth ^ ' ' From falling.shall be free. ^ Tea, through the dark, idaA yalley, defttii, Therll have svifqioirting.graottjjiic ^m & Tho' o er them the deep .'^fiatem.iiow, They'll have abiding pe%oe. . To die thus, let iuiiiv9«ihe^lfi« Of Fa^tk^and Hope^ aadLsve, Draw near to god, whq iK>mea.|p.>ttiy When we toward Him jnovcv . Hoping, d<>ar friend, yourspbit moyei With mine, ^jZioi^«^^iU fi «/>v a<« mv If so, then let us saF-ai^^' To our Hes^yenl^^F^^w'p wUl Let not the cankering "duw nf timt Bob us of iwnucd'fkifMe^ .^.i<^ ^««i :*:j: 210 But seek the spirit oomforter The ills ot life to fr-ce. Hoping, dear friend, a change will come You from your straits to free ; To sixty two we'll bid adieu, And welcome sixty-t!hree. In friendship, yours truly. A. Graham. ! t TO tAoS. STEWART, ESQ., RAWDON. Ppar I'riend : No more the laverock new we hear, VS^arbling his notes wi' glee, Nor yet the mavis cheering sang From yonder towering tree. For, with our native hills we've left, The ^v arbler and his song, And landed in America Amid its forest throng. No more can walk on summer nights Out to Broom End, so gay. To see the sun go o'er the hills, To mark another day. With us now changed is the scene, From us those pleasures gone ; There's no time for such pleasures now. For we must- get. along* For, from the rising of the siin Till it go down agam, .t We must be out to chop, or'^log, Or plow, or drag iu grain. If we had but our wonted strength, We would not be so bad. But, oh ! that plagued ague oomes, WHilsh makes us weak and sad. p T. SOUT 2i'l RAHAM. The tootlijiche'H tittlu it would got, If Burns liud IheJ here ; A fowl moil nth ode, there's little doubt, Would make him write in' queer. When his teeth wei'e chattering in his head And lieart wuh like to Tail, lie e'en nii^ht thout^ht that he was sjaun Afi'tae the land o' lejiL • — — — -—•••»•-■ e g^ticictti ^ut^c^'g. 1 .uV We do revere their names, that's said To be the instruments God made To pull the power of darkness down, That God's Word mi^^ht be broadcast sown. Dark suporstition, then so rife — All had not then the wor<^ -of life, E'en the divines, ther'had a Rhare s-:. Superstition reign id eveay where. They Wt,re good men of godly tint, But were not right on t;very* poiAt ; As soon as freedom they made out They ente)-ed into deep dispute, Each cleaving to what he thought right ; some of theii*^ views still darken light. To follow them, we aire not bound, But just as far's we think they're sound ; Dissent from them, we ever m'tist, In that which 'makes out God unjust. m tr« ttte? p THE DEATH OF JOHW BROWiJ, W«t WAS HUKG IN THl JSOUTHERN STATES, BECAUSE HE ROSE UP AOAINST SLAVERY. ^ Ye mwcjler^fs of^g^d Jojrn ^^wp^ Vengeance <5ivine rest lipoh you ! When 3:e shall meet around God's throne, Whei-e justice shall be dealt out true. 212 ^d took and hung him with a rope — A horrid sight for eyes to see — But he departed in lull hope Of heaven, the land of liberty. Where kindred spirits would him meet And welcome him to peace and res*-, To Worship at his Saviour's feet Among the pardoned and the blest. Justice to him you would not grant, But hurried him from earth away. But now from reach of care and want, He shines in everlasting day. Where many a slave's soul hell meet, Who there will hail their belov'd one, Welcome him to their Saviour's feet, To worship round the great White Throne. ■♦•«- SK* *V« $ ttme. Altho' that John Brown's spirit's fled, Altho' he numbers 'mong the dead, Tho^ Southerners did his body kill, His spirit's 'mong the people stUL In Heaven now his spirit rest, And numbers there among the blei^^ A ucrifice he hath bipcome. Among the honor^'found a tomb. A n^artyr far the cause of triitl^ , That yet will rule the cruel South. Let every one who has a heart To feel, arise, the truth to impart, That f iture ages, they vimy see, He di«a for tmth and liberty. ^ ••^ g Igtciw^e «if f^ Was ne'er the worse of drink, So have no need to sign a*way My liberty I think. Ab. — Friend, what you say, it may be true, But will it aye be so? There's many a one as good as you Through drink has been brought low. There's not one of the tippling class, But will get overcome. They may for years as sober pass, Yet drink may seal their doom. The wisest man the woria e'er saw, Through drink was led astray. To free its ills there is no law "But keep from it away. Mo. — Well I can say it does me good. My doctor bids me take it. .,X* lil'jl III!: I 21^ It helps me to digest my food, But cannot say I like it. Al, — Hundreds have the same story told, As firm as you and bravie, And yet through drink, ere very old, Went to a drnnkard's grave. ' On all who take it, it will grow, All stiniulante, do w6 think. But none hath brought mankind so low As Alcoholic Drink. Mo. — Others may do just as they please, They are no rule for me^ Wliile a we drap wi' me agrees Teetotaler ril not be. My father took drink, and he died As good ft man's yell find; Abstainer looked at him and sighed. Left him to his own mind."-""ii *^ ' iii " ^bnei-f §5a ^ie^^ett g»It»e^, J|§c,, OTONABEE,, FEB. 7, 1870. Dear Friend, — I sorrjn^us to hear That you were goirig iiWaiy, " ' For since with you X got acquaint Real fnefidlMir was the 6ta;^ "*" For good I hope will be the change To you, wiftf; 4iid baitiii^^ht^,^ Wishing ye weel where'er y go Tho' you I *ii6 nib«»'iy«i:^ '"^- I'd like to see ye all Otice more. Again before ye lea^,^*' '* ' And if your change is for the best ♦Twill c^ua^m^kstioMkf^'r m 21T There is one promise ever sure, j Unchangeable hath stood, To God's people all things shall work Together lor their good. If staid on God we need not' fear, Tho foes 'gainst us combine ; We safe are when we to the Lord Ourselves and all resign. I hope the Lord is leading you Back to the fold to tell The gospel news to sinful man, If so, then all is well. We hope your mistress will not let The changing scenes of time Disturb her inward happiness And cause her to repine. My prayer to God is, that yo all Be well wherever ye go, And that we all may meet in heaven, When done with things below. i 'r**L Hi ■••»■ What caused me for to roam In days that's past and gone 1 It was to find a home That I could call my own. That [ bade friends farewell, I ne'er again ^ould see ; That's in my memory still, And's ever dear to me. For them and me to part It sore my. heart did pain ; But hope then in my heart Said we might meet again. Years now have passed by, No signs to mf^i as yet ; 5111 a» 218 I sometimes plan to try, That's all the length I get. Real friends that's good and trae, Like angels visits are ; There far between and few To be found anywhere. There's some I left behind, For loss of whom I grieve ; They're ever in my mind And will be while I live. Would providence once more Open a way for me, The ocean I'd cross o'er, My old tried friends to see. With willing mind I'd go, Praying Him who rules above, For a fair wind to blow. Waft me to those I love. In heart and hand to join. As we have often done, To talk o' auld lang syne And scenes that's past and gone ; But. if denied to me, A meeting thus in time, With the redeemed may we Meet in the heavenly clime. This my sincere wish is, In language very tame, Remaining, if you please. Yours truly, Albx. Graham. • if- §oott§^ ^a^iwg. ** I'd love to have my belly full When death he comes to me." Thus spake a gluttonous man, in jest Aloud in company. Another class before me stood, In dissipation sunk, I wondered if, in mini, they would Wish for to die when drunk. 219 For, if thej do, no thought have thejF About the drunkard's fate, For Tery soon they'll be away To their unchanging state, Hoff sad and lamentable to To think, round about us are So many of this ruined class, who From heaven, themselres debar- Dead to the work of divine grace Upon the heart, are they ; Past feeling, and die as theyVe lived;. Most of them pass away. Let augels weep ! the Saviour did For such poor drunkards die ; Oh ! would they leave their cups, ere thej' In outer darkness lie. Flee from the soul destroying draught Ere into death they sink ; No power con save their souk from hell, . Except they quit strong drink. Angels may weep. Qod's Word may calU- This spirit that's infernal Is in our midst ruining mankind, Both temporal and eternal. It's like the luring serpent's hiss, Drawing men within, it's spell ; Death and disease are in its trail. And every kind of ill. 'Mong old and young, and rich and poor^ It's doing its deadly work ; Yea, in our Legislative Halls Its been allowed to lurk. From whence comes forth a ruling law,. Who pays the tax, may sell The liquid fire to every buyer, Tho' thousands it should kill. lii'r' ■A ifa«. 715. Odious and hateful is the beinff, For sake of lucre will creep in , 'Mong the assembly of the saints, For to supply their spirit wants ; For such, an office is unfit — Such has to act the hypocrite. Men's actions tell when grace ia leant In minister or common saint ; Remiss in duty prominent whexo The spirit of Christ never were. A righteons man he ever hath, A will to act in duty's path ; The hypocrite, he'll rather choose To make a lie to find excuse. When the flock's bleating, pasture's scant And do not get the food they want ; Hence careless shepherds of the flock, ^,^^.,'1 ^^^jr^ Their Master's patience will provoke. Who'll send the carele&o shepherds hence, And pay them with just recompense. Christ, telling of the judgment day, Says Huuh will call to him and say :/ . Open, 'tis Thy servant who entreats, Who in thy name preached in the street*.** I " Depart, ye cursed," shall He say, " Ye workerH of iniquity." r At church, where God's people gather, My children go you regular there ; The blessing of God, your Father, Is found within the house of prayer. There God meeteth with His people, Gives them the spirit of His grace, Oomfortoth the weak and feeble, Bestoweth on theio perfect peace. 221 No one ever jet absented From the house of Gk>d away, Had peace until they repented, Returned, and made God's Word their stay. u •i1 Id^ew, Humiliating sight ! To see a man of wealth Living a weary wight, Caring for nought but self. Man's comfort, doth not lie In what he doth possess ; Many, before they die, Have ^shed Uiey had had lesH. The worldling cannot boast When he comes for to die, "^hen he sees he is lost To all eternity. Oh ! man, thy error great, Neglecting of the soul, And everlasting state Thine everlasting all. Before we can love God We need a change of heart ; (Jod, by his chastening rod. Us and the world must part. " Oh ! that man would be wise," God, He in pity says, *• Consider ere he dies. And turn from evil ways.*' Life here is uncertain, But death to all is sure ; Ever he's exerting. Over mankind, his power. 222 He may come in the morning, Before the break of day, Without giving warning, Take oh, from here, away. He respecteth not age, On all alike eager, . tsritJ From the Lord to the page, From the king to the bogfi[ar« The difference he doth mak« : To some he will forbear Them suddenly to take : Give them time to prepare. imm li iiiWii WBOTB 3bD SIPT. 1870, THE TIMS OF TBI PBUfllAN WAB^ It's just an long as I can mind, Qrandiather in the nook , Telling us stories he did find Within the Holy Book Ere universal peace would reign. Great fighting there would be ; Such suffering thei*e would be and pain. None ere before did see. That three parts of mankind would fall And perish in the fray ; That nation would on nation fall, To murder kill and slay. He said the false prophet inat reigned O'er nationb, us a God, Would lose the powei that he had gained And under foot be trod. That the grreat city stiiined with blood Of saints that she had slain, Would be consumed by fire from God And ne'er be found as^in. S 228 I've just been thinking on his words, The state the world's now in ; Such loss of life by fire and swordu Hath seldom ever been. 1M1A.V WAB' No doubt some great event is near Predicted and foretold, That Daniel the ancient seer Hath in the book enrolled. But one thing's worthy of rema»*k : W here unsheathed is the sword, The people's been kept in the dark. Through piiestcraft, from Grod's Word, No doubt but He, the King of kings, Before whom angels fall,* Shall show bis power 'raong human beings And rule the nations all. ^i§«- TO R- -D L- -L, ESQ., PRBSCOTT, SUPT. O. f>. B. R. Sim ;.) Your long looked for letter's come at last. I've oft thought, what's the matter 1 As days and weeks were rolling past, Without your friendly letter. Day after day, week aifter week. The postman's shelves were sought ; But we might go, or he might seek, Our laboiTS were for naught. But wheu, unlooked for, it did come And turned our thoughts again, And in the mind the truth brought home How oft our thoughts are vaiu. 224 Your excuse did occur to me, When expectant with desire, Thinking that the delay might bt. Your trouble with the fire. Your kindness to me was so grea^., Without a selfish end, My gratefulness I can't relate, Or in a l<»tter send. I do not think I've ever been As happy all my life, With strangers I had never seen. As with you and your wife. I hope that she enjoyed her jaunty Seeking the change of air. That she has found what she did want, Strength for her household care. I hope the family are all well, ► From Amanda to Anni^, And Maggie, in the kichen cell, Is well, and sHU with thi'e. Tell Mr. Patrick and his wife I often think of them, And hope they're still enjoying lif* Without an ache or pain. So fare ya well, be not so long Again writing to me, Or I'll be thinking something's wrong With you or family. Unvie of Bil in Next time that you do write to me, Direct beneath my name. Post Office Keeno, Otonabsee, Will find out Alex Graham. 226 H> ). » My ^'°*%e*. To tbee whom affliction hath marked lor its own, With it thou hast sorrowed, with it you still groan ', But, oh ! may the power that's supreme and divine Remove all thy sorrows and make His love thine. The light ot God's face, like an o'erftowing spring, To the heart of the thirsty, it joy doth bring ; ** Oh ! come unto me all ye weary," Christ savs, " My yoke it is easy, and pleasant's my ways." Far greater to us than earth's treasures below, The rich heavenly blessings which God doth bestow ; Through grace He invites us, with parental love, And promised His spirit to guide us above. He who gave His son up for sinners to die. Will evei* encourage the soul that draws nigh — Draws nigh with a humble heart, sorrow for sin, And seeks to the blood that can wash and make clean. As life is uncertain and our days but few, Let us grace be seeking, our hearts to renew, That a seat at God's right hand we may secure, — The kingdom above that doth ever endure. The love and affection that you've had for me Is far, far below God's love for me and thee ; yoone he rejecteth, that to Him doth come, Trusting in the merits of Jesus, the Son. To the kingdom of glory let us be heirs, Live here like the righteous, our end be like theirs ; Then oh ! how triumphant 'twill be for to sing, In heaven tlie praises, of Jesus our King. t«eg On viewing the distress in some of the manufacturing Towns in Scotland ir time of dull trade, when the Tories were flgfhting against the passing of the Reform Bill, when some of them in spealcing against the lower clcwses having^ a voice in Parliamentary affairs, called them " The Swinish Multi'u<^e." Dull trade's brought many wants indeed ; Lord pity those who are in need, Send coals to warm and food to feed The needy poor, Wbo.se minds are tilled with gloom and dread And life deplore. oc 1 226 Affairs are surely at a height, There's hardly anything thing that's right ; From dawn of day till late at night The poor doth uri*'^^. All means they try hunger to fright, They can contrive. Bu<- all contrivances tire vain So long as they have to maintain So many, who of theiu make gain And live at ease, Regardless tho' hunger and pain The poor man sieze. It's galling to the genius bright, To have with p/.verty to fight ; He tries with Bkill to work with might, Yet want him stare ; Where, if he gjt what was his right, H»/d have to spare. He sees his children growing up, Who'll have to drink of the same cup, And be driven by the selfsame whip Necessity ; Which has through life b^en his mishap, Oppressity. The way tho higher treat the lower. It is a wonder they endure ; But surely soon will come the hour, Tables to turn, And give each man right to rule o'er What him concern. The Scotch are canny in their way. But must have justice and fair play. Which has been seen by many a fray Ihey've had lang syne. Tories need take care what they say. Not call them swine. 151 227 TO JOHN LAMB, EDENMOUTH, MAY, 1840. f) ! Jonnie, man, I'm fain t' see ye. That I may hae a rantin wi' ye ; There's naething, John, that ye can gae me Like friendship's fire. Lang may ye live, an' God look t' ye Is my desire. The first time that ye cracked wi' me The tear it stood in ilka e'e ; 1 thouglit was I akin to thee I wid tak pleasure T' write ye'r min' wi' a' my glee Whin I had leisure. I wondered whin I saw ye wirkin. An' at the muckle hard stanes yerkin, The very bing wis wholly jirkin Wi' ilky strock, An* like a youth stripped t' the sarkin Ye faced the yock. Ye said whin young ye didnae need Tae brak stanes for a bit o' bread. But had four horse o' famous bi-eed An' a bit Ian', But wis put out through rascal grt/^d Wi' the toom hari'#». .- That a' the little farmers had Like ye, t' tak the road an' pad An' gae place t' the higher squad, Wha' ride in gigs, That monny a family was made sad By sicken reggs. That the Ian' now ae' farmer rent Did keep sax families content. An' whin auld age it made them bent, No fit to plew. They did nae need t' gang sic faint As ye dae now. 1 228 Such changes, John, must been felt sore, But the worse is what ye deplore. To thing that ye now gane fourscoi*e Whin nature fags, Has tVark out tho' loud winds roar About ye're lugs. Tak' our high lord in youth and vigour An' drive them on at the same rigour, Lo ! but they'd cut a wofu' figure In howe an' lieath ; I think, John, they wid crawl some meeker In course gray clath. Set them t' break stanes frae the tweed, Feed them on porridge and peas bread, I doubt, John, slow would be the speed These drones would come, An' do you think, had they your need They would be dumb. Na, John, ye'd hear them freet an' growl, Like hungry lions ye'd hear them howl ; In race they'd swear an' curse ilk soul Wha did oppress, But they regard not tho' ye yowl In great distress. WBITTSNTHB TIME OF GBEAT POLITICAL AGITATION, 1840. Why should the sons of Adam's race Contend for naughty power, Or try their brethren to disgrace Or try their fair gains devour. It never was designed by God That men should othera tear^ Or lay upon them such a load, Themselves thev oould not bear. ! ■^ >l- 229 We've heard how Pharoah did oppress And how he showed his might ; We've heard, too, how God did i-edress, And sew his people right. We see the Pharoahs of our day Love also to oppress But God, who nears His people pray, Will likewise them redress. The Mighty hears and will avenge, He sees all that they do ; Wrong doers they need not think it strango Tho' justice them pursue. Let all who ai-e oppressed pray, Pray to the God of Might, To give them help without delay. To pnt all wrongs to right. \ * ■• 'ION, 1840. Ere from earth our Lord dejmrted He did tell his chosen 'ew To go preach the blessed gospel, Far and wide the world through. Beginning at Jerusalem, Go to them first with the call. Tell them for them's op'd a foiintaiu That can wash each guilty soul. Free it is, and efficacious For the sons ot Adsm's race ; None rejected, all are welcome To His free unbounded grace. Many of Grod's faithful servants Pity heathen off afar. Neglecting the many heathen That around about them are. ■« rr-r 2S0 Low down in yon wretched basement, With damp mould upon the wall, Live many half starved dying creatures On whom preachers never call. Thousands in onr towns and cities, Because poor, they are not owned ; Where found you your master, christians ] Twas not 'niong the high renowned. No, but 'mong the poor and needy, Too poor for the world to love. Those He sought O'lt and did pity, 'Twas for such His bowels did move. Go and see yon wretched creature Crouched down on her bed of straw, Want pictured in every feature Sucli a sight you never saw. A chair and a broken table, A hearth without a fir6 '; None to attend or give her any- Thing the dying would require. Her husband died like manv others. • • In our midst we often see. Leaving her with helpess children In great want and j)o\evty. They who found her out had lately, At a missionary meeting been, Anf souls shall bless him Throughout eternity. The world itself will miss him, Being the friend of all mankind, And thousands yet shall bless him. For what he's left behind. His labors were abundant While through this life he pressed ; Worn out on earth with toiling. He's gone to heaven to rest. TO GEO EASSON, ESQ., OTONABEE, NOV. 1850. I sorra was tae hear that ye Hae been confined tae bed a wee As I could not get up tae see Ye ere this time, I thocht I'd write lines vWa or three Tae thee in rhyme. Pain its felt by every creature, Ingredient o' our fallen nature ; Felt it is, sooner or later. By ilka ane, Changing ever^r healthy feature And missin' nane. sW ' 288 The infant only but a span Is seized by death's merciless han' An' blooDiin' youth near up tae man, They too mun go. When death comes, stop him no one can Frae laying them low. Seventy an' sax winters drae^ Thou hast already lived tae see, An' frae great pains been keep't free. Ye've often said Ye ne'er kenn'd what it was tae hae E'en a sair head. if 1 1 I Dilligence an' frugal care Aboon the world mad' ye bear, For ye thro' thick and thin did tear Wi' a' thy micht, An* managed aye tae persevere An' keep things richt. An' like the frugal, busy bees Wha provides for their winter's ease ; When winter old age now ye sie«e Ye hae a store Ye can gae too when'er ye please For less or inore. Which eases a man's min' a deal When he is sick, or when he's weal , When conscience tell's he ne'er did steal A penny ode He wi' blythe heart can tak' his meal, An' thank his God. Whither we be weel or distressed, Only in Christ our souls are bleat ; I hope ere this your suit you've pressed An' found the peace. An' assurance of the heavenly rest Thrt ne'er, will cease. DD ,""^^Si? ^\ * That, when from earth your soul shall rise, Angels shall welcome, 'bove the skies, You to that place wiiere nothing dice, There to adore The Saviour, who the heavenly prize Is the bestower. A man with bible truth agieed Gifted to speak his mind out free,. ;Believe8 free grace, the bible creed ; Christ died for all the sinner's plea. ..like many christians on life's sea, He's had to fight satanic power; Sometimes like to o'erwhelm'd ba, The arch fiend seeking to devour. As yet his bark's been kept alive Altho' mid dangers in and out ; By faith in Christ his soul still thrives, We hope at last he'll victoiy shout. In heaven, with others, sing and toll His dangerous perils on life's main, What trials and troubles him befell, Striving the heaventy port to gain. May He who rides upon the wave, He who from sin our souls can free, Jlis soul for His own namesake save, The haven of rest his portion be. olie^ agv^wn, in 1866. In Chiistian duty ever ready Either to read, or speak, or pray ; Jn church every Sabbath steady, Except through sickness kept away. ' 285 In class meeting always cheerful, Praising God lor Arhat He's dono ; Comforteth tiie weak and feaiiiil, A.S need requires, helps everyone. Like all men he s had his failing But if he d.d commit a wrong, To confess it was aye willing, Tho' among the aftsembled throng. His head is whitening now with age, But still his spii'it's light and free ; His glory's in the sacred page, Which opens up eternity. ISpai'ed to the church long may he be, To do his master's work, and then, When it is done, with joy may he, 'Mong the redeemed, forever reign. !| ill I:' lidressed to twu Brothen, ynungf men who were laid aside helpleaa •• infUitor bable to render themselves any assistance, having been in this state for yeart )ey are both above 20 years of age. God doth not seem for to let thee Long on earth to remain, ^ Your earthly loss will shortly be Your everlasting gain. Had you been granted health and strength, Been kept from trouble free. You might perhaps gone the same length In sin, like some we see. 'Tis God that's set you both away, To sit for years so lone, Perhaps least you should have gone astray ' Like others we have known. Some parents well might wish that they Had their sons sitting so. 288 Who have their hearts grieved every day, The way their children go. When from the world you're laid aside. You're luid aside from sin, The sins in man God has to chide, You're kept from running in. When the last tr^^^net sounds loud and long, The dead fron .h to mise, You then to life . aI lise as strong As any, God to praise*/ ixt-mxtt^^^ ill: Winter has gone, and summer's come, The birds are singing free, And 'bout our ears ai*e burning round The little busy bee. Nature now sp' her beauties forth, On ex-ery tree aiid flo* 'er, Men's cultivating of the ^i-ound With all their skill and power. The stalks of corn in the fields Are waving in the wind, Gardeners and farmere busy are, Each after his own kind. Taking the weeds from every plant The gard'nei is hoeing The summer fallow for fall wheat, The farmer he's plowing. In faith and hope each toiling hard. Expecting from the ground A crop to pay them for their toil When harvest time comes round. 287 God bids His servants imitate The husbandman in this, Be diligent to sow His Word And He'll their labours bless. Who sows God's Word abundantly, In lanes or on highways, Fruit from their labors shall be reap'd Tho' after many days. • ' -it i Prov. XX— 9- Strong drink, thou often evils bring On those who often to thee cling. Evils thiit no human being vJan counteract. There's hardl^^ a more powerful thing Mf^n's minds will rack. How soon the drunkard's glory fade How soon below the brute he's made. How soon all sense of feelings dead, ' And self control ; He lives and acts as if he had Not got a soul. If he's a wife and children, they Are nevar cheerie, blvthe and gay, Hcjw can they when they every day With griet are torn ? And often wish (and heard to say) They'd ne'er been born. Nothing's been found under the sun To bring man quicker on to ruin ; The evil that strong drink has done No tongue can tell. The path in which all drunkards run Leads down to hell. 2S8 Oh ! tbat men only would be wise, Instead of sinking they would rise ; Would they but onl^ vice despise And virtue love, God's grace woula raise them 'hove the^skiei, To joys above. ^oiL«g§ig »»cle^ ^dver>§a|». May God be with rae ever^ where And keep me from each evil snare ; May his free grace my heart renew, While 1 this wilderness pass through. I am undone, except the Lord 1'o me his guidance afford But in the power of the Most High, Who rules supreme on earth and sky, Just now to i;r:int me all T need, Who doth tlie hungry ravens feed. I'he powe?' ot (iod who can relate, His love how full, His wrath how gi-eat. Or how minute His allseeing eye Doth search to see what mrV es me sigh. Perhaps just, now while grc:^' b my grief He smiling wnits to give relief. And opening is for me the way That leads to everlasting day. The troubled oft he's heard tl,«ir cry And turned to joy the mourners sigh ; Then to His will let me submit And all my ways to Him commit. Tho' round me all things seemeth drear To Him I ever will draw near , Tho I through darkness grope the road I'll seek to nojie else but to God. I know that Christ He died for me, And everlasting strength has He ; He'll keep those who on Him depenc* He says, until the very end. u 289 it is my Father's will, siith He, - To give the kingdom unto thee / On what He's promised firm I'll stay And with CVwper, the poet, say ; • Uod moyes in a mysterious way " S«^§^«»wdewcp. My grief is more than I can bear, 1 tcel the gna wings of despair, *or great indeed's my griel and care About my lot. Gloom seems to hover everywhere, Round every spo I envy not the rich and great Their glittering pomp, nor titled state. liut mourn my own oibation fate, With heavy sighs. The gloomy thoughts I can't relata That in me rise. Hope and despair within me war And peace of mind the latter mar When despond brings hope to a par, All joys depart. Yet hope like a far distant star Still keeps the heart. But how the contest it will end Or providence what good he'll send lo ease my mind and wholy mend A brusied reed. In God alone I must depend For all I need. God in the whirl wind hath a way. Ihe darkest hour is nearest day. For the obedient there's a ray Of light Divine. For what I need I'll on God stay, And wait His time. 240 ^»i a^e ^ott tvatitttg lor^. What are you waiting for, Day by day the same ] Let your spirits soar In your Savior's name. Time will soon be gone, It now is fleeting past. The truth of this is known To those breathing their last. What are you waiting for 1 Jesus calls upon thee, Full open stands the door, Open to receive you. All the sins ye have done They can be forgiven, A crown fcr you is won, A home for you in heaven. The wo»'ld will you deceive, Do not you believe it. It only will you grieve When you have to l»ave it. » Tho* all the world you gain, A high price will it cost. If in eternal pain Your precious soul be lost. We read of a lost soul From worldly wealth that came, Seeking water for to cool Him in the burning flames. What art thou waiting for Up, up and saved be ! The flames are at thy door, Like Lot from Sodom flee. !^\ 2[41 *' He that converts a soul from the error of his ways, shall save a soul fr death."—! Peter V—iO. , • ■ No christian man could see A fellow creature sink. And try no inoans to free . HiDi from tho falal brink. The yawning gulf is full of woe, God, in His Wore', saith d,runkard't go. No, brothers^ np,.' we'll try And sa ve our Drdtlier man : God smiles .down fix)m. on high, To aid us in our jplaii. Many can say 'rnong Adam's race, 'Twas temperance led them first to grac^, What man could see tliiei ill That's done through strong drink, Contentedly sit still And at ^he "evil wink 1 God, lii'M Word, h'as'bid us try To save our brothBr,^e8fhe die. Precious in Go(f's sight Is the soul of man ;• ' Save him from endless night God has devised a plan, Whic''; is to flee f -om every sin To Chrst, who takes all sinners in. The misery and woe Throughout thfi world abroad, Call l6ud to all who know Their duty to their God, To save Jbheir brother and not let F"- .^ fall into the burning pit. r What makes yon mother moan Out o'er a dying fire, And majces her sit so lone, Till midnight hours expire. oi: (1, 1 :':i£'j-JJL ml • .. mJ « to Her drunken hiisland it out lat^^ And sbe is brooding d'er liis fat^. ' •n -t* m- Yon old man with white head, No movement seems to start, Ap|»Aars to mourn the dead With sorrowing heart. His son he taught the fear of God, Is going, through drink, the downward road. Thousands of cases such There are upon record For which we need fear much The Lord's avenging sword. He who his Lord's money buried Was to outer darkness carried. Then brothers let us try To save our brother man ; God smiles down from on high To aid us in our plan. Many can say 'mong Adam's race, Twas temperance led them first to grace < » ■ ADOBKSBX > TO TBI PKTERBORO' ST. ANDREW'S SOCIXTT, 1873. liOt US the nicht, while here we stay, O' Scotland talk ; ,ian' o' our birth, Whar some u' us hae spent mony a day. When young, iujjvialty and mirth. Whar we wi' merry hearts did glide Wi' ] lay mates, oft till nicht did fa*, Then gather roun' the ingle side Whar guessin' tales gae'd roun' us a*. The auld folk sittin' in the nook. Whiles laughin. at some fairy tale We'd got out o' some story book ihe hawkers carried then for sale. ;ari ■I! : £• Y, 1873. > 1 ;i. 5 24? Names o' the books we needna tell, The readin' o' them we a' min' ; Xicht readin* oft we min' to well, Mair than what's o' a better kin*. We youthfu' actions ne'er forget, Youth's tragic scenes are minded lang ; The auldest o' us a' min' yet Gettin' our licks when we did wrang. Haudin' our han' whar mith^r lidc't When laid across upon her knee, An' how we sprawl'd and how we kick*t Fre the strock came she was tae gae. Yet those to us were happy days, Our cares and troubles then were sma' ; Enjoyment we had in our plays, Kings micht a envied us them a'. Nae pills tae gar our food digest. We need then, or cheery wine ; On kail an' parrich we could feast, We've relished nane like them sin' syne. The balmy air it made us yaup. That aff the heathery hills did blaw. Made young an' auld clean out their caup An' health bloom in the face of a'. The young folk here may at us stare. An wonder thus to hear us speak. But there's few here that wi' them there, Can show the healthy, rosy cheek. O ! Scotland, when we speak o' thee. Our hearts loup back toward thee ^till, Remembeiin' o' the days ;ehen we Our parents hearts wi' joy did fill. Some o' our heads sin' then are hoar, But whil« we'ra driftin' on life's sea. Our father's God let us adoro, Wha' cau ui k««p where'er wt religion in liT HEARING A ROW IN A TAVERN. What means ail these sounds I hear, Shocking to the human ear, As if hell had broken out Each trying who'll the lo'idest shout? Fiddling, dancing, cursing, swearing. Blows exchanging, garments tearing, Cries of inui'der loud and long. Ere the police changed the song Such before I ne'er did hear Makes it sound strange in my ear. Have these sons of Adam's race Heard of God, His love and grace ? Have they heard that one did groan For their sins and not His own 1 Do they know His groans and sighs And His agonizing cries, Were that they might pardoned be, That He might their souls set free: That the fountain is for sin Open now that can make clean. Shall this fountain flow in vain ? iShail mt>n still their sina retain ? Shall Christ's love His tears and blood Not draw sinners unto God. That fiiend is now lying low And mouldering in the dust, In whom, when I wasyotui^^ I whoUv put my trust er'. Il ■tf^ 'f\ 1 1 H9 An aged parent he, Biit with affection great ; , His kindness unto me I cannot her* relate. When nature's beauties round Were shut out from his view, With him I always went, And was aguardinn tnie. His sayings I'll ne'er forget, While memory holds her sway j The counsels that he gave, How he for me did pray. I hope his blessings shall Upon my head descend, That round God's Throne we'll meet, When time with me shall end. Tho' its now long ago Since he hath gone to rest> I call upon him yet, In sleep, when I'm distressed. I hope his spirit still Is near me, hovering rountl To guard me from all Ul, While here on earth I'm found. lUfl gyi§rte *o ^#§- limg, 1870, Pbar Sister : Here whar I am, there's mony a stump An' plenty room tae ran an' romp ; My days tae run about an' jump, Their flicht hae taen ; Wi* you an* me auld use an' went Hae pa«t an' gane. r Sin' ye did hear o' me been livin' Ye'll want tae ken how I've been thririn' In troubles six, I may say seven, » I've been preserved ; Mair kindness frae the Lord's been giveft Than I deserved. A trouble here new comers get, Known by the name o' ague lit ; Its brought on whin folk they get wet Their olase a' thro' ; Drinkin' cald water whin ane's het Brii^ it on too. Year after year this plague I took, Wi't every other day I shook ; It's bad effects hath ne'er forsook My body yet ; li * ■ ;; Months, like a prisoner in the nook, It made me sit. ITI 7/ .u-n: il Yet for a' that I no repine, What is God's will ought tae be mine, Altho' that a the Lord's design I diuna ken ; When I can say God^s grace is mine Should I complain ? Your letter last it did nae tell How thing's was thrivin wi' yerte); If you've an Aleck or a Bell, Or nane avaw. Or if ye'er gude man he be well I never saw. Or if our cousins ai*e yet married, Or how they've been o'er life's sea carried. Or of friends how many's buried In dust below ; How many death in life hae spared I'd like tae know. 248 If ony word there can be given Whar Tom Stodart he is livin', What jmrt on earth by fate he's driven, . Send word tae me ; If in America he's livin' Him I might see. Another request I've for ye : If ye cah-Robt. Ramsay see, Tell him that ye've got word frae me, An' to him tell I want word frae Toni Wilson tae. As well's his sel. Tell him Tom Stewart an I hae met An' twa lang days togither sat, An' that we might been sitten yet. Did time allow ; Yet through Kirkuldy did nao get Near half way thro'. Full thirty years hae past an* gane Since we had ane another seen ; Tae both o' us twas a happy scene. For he like me Had not a townsman's face ere seen In America. Kirlaldy folks a' got their turn, Frae ihe port brae tae the wast burn, An' mony that lies in death's um We a' hae seen j Their history thro* it wis uptom, Ilk comic scene Our.bamiea may Kirkaldy ken An* names o' folk wi' oa' our ain ; Sin' they could try tae lisp a name They've aye been hearin Folks names an' places ^twasi- lang syn- Tae us endearin'. r-. 1 1 249 I now mun' atop^ my better close, Hoping ye'll gae my love tae those Who were tae you an' me nae foes In time of thrawl. Pmying God who all good bestows May bless us all. J,, broad, I'm still as when at hame, I never yet hae changed my name, Remaining still your's, Alex. Gr ham, Son o' your mither ; Him whom ye iiHed tae love ap' claim An' ca' ye'r biith**''. Ingratitude, spirit of the fiend Who broke first heaven's holy laws. Who obedience to the Lord refrained And fought against the gi-eat First Cause.. Bad is the heart that does not feel Grateful to those who do them good ;. For to hate those who seek our weal Is like the devil, not like God. I did believe the letters sent. That told of poverty and grief, Which also said they did repent Their former conduct and mischieC I sent them means to bring them here,. From a pure motive to be kind ; I could not been to them more dear. No selfish object ruled my mind. They've rendered me evil for good And tried to blacken me and mine ; The public slander I have stood. To fight such I do not incline. Bui warn all who, may like me, Have friends applying for relief. Not to be hasty till they see. Least they, like me, be brought to grief. FF I I: 260 The world it is a theatre Where soenei not alwaji chime, But where each must act their part Upon the stage of time. Mankind of every colour Are URhflied on the stage. A.nd, too, of every form, Likewise of every age. Th«ir first act it is weakness, The second, play and prattle, The third, it is running round, The fourth, scholastic battle. Ehe fifth, it is the choosing What part they are to play ; The sixth, it is the striving Each to have his own way. And then comes forth io action The tragic scenes of life, Seen in the world dally, Of love, hatred and strife. The tragic scenes aie various — Some pleasant are and true, Others of them are horrid For feeling hearts to view. Some actors they are poor And some are rich in wealth ; Some seek the good of others, Some only live for self. Others are insiduous. Act a deceitful part. And from their neighbors pilfer, For which thev often smart. Good, bad, or indifferent, Each when his act's pla;^ed o'er He bovfs down, the curtain drops And he is seen no n)ore. 561 This kind and loving name, Which youtb and age revere Hath on the stage of time Been for six thousand years, lo all, in evvry plwce, It hath been ever dear • Mankind of every race Alike doth it revere. First word of eveiy tongue, When babes begin to speak ; Used always by the young When anything they seek. It never leaves the mind, But clings close to the heart ; E en criminals we find With it do never part. Some dying soldier's hath, Before life was over, Uttered with their last breath The loving name of Mother. Solacer of man's wees In her is ever found ; Man would all comfort lose Without her helping hand. It's said a mother's love. It never knows decay ; Ood gives her himself to prove,^ That on Him we may stay Oft the mother's stood between Her infant child and death^ Her beloved one to screen Until hor latest breath. More than the father, she The family keeps together ; This often do we see When death the parents sever Let children to their mother Be always good and kind ; Lose a friend you get another, Another mother you can't find. 262 I From me is took away My little baby dear I know in Heaven to stay, But miss her company here Tho' neath the grassy sod Now lies her little head, Her spirit is with God, 'Mong those in white arrayed. But, oh ! it grieved my heart Her to be took away She was so blytl. and smarts Beginning just to play. But when death's cruel hand Was pressed upon her sore, 'Tv/as more than I could stand, I wished the struggle o'er. No more my little dear Again on earth I'll see ; But I will go to her Tho she can't come to me. M 'o« » tVe#. A name that's lii>ked with care. Full of parental love ; Its character is to hef*r Rule, and a guard ,^ prove. The name it sprang Irom God, By whom all things were made, Who had laid out for man Tho path he was to tread. And gav*^ unto him laws That holy were, and good. Mun then, like the first cause, A perfect creature stood. No curse to blight or wither When he received breath ; Through disobeying his Father He Mutenced was to death. 'i er* 253 Since then death it has reigned. Yield to him since all must ; As soon as Adam sinned Man's paradisb was lost. Tho' disobedient, He, The Father's wistful eye Looked anxiously to see His Bon again draw nigh. Affection, love and cai'e Doth fathers' hearts retain ; Known most, always, when theii- Dear children's suffering pain. A safeguard and a stay, On whom all can depend ; They're few that cannot say : My father is my friend. I" ^ettxor't«t«. MRS. BARKER, WIPE OF THE KEVD. WM. BARKER, WESLEYAN MINISTEll, KKENE, WHO DIED 29tH MAY, 1873. N«w gone ^o her rewai-d And crob ,'d the Jordan o'er, She whom all did I'egard — Her death t'^ey now deplore. Her mind it was tranquil still, Througc all her sufferinga here ; Grace made her heart reveal That she had nought to fear. Her partner here to leave An*, her two cliildren dear, Made her- a little grieve Just as her end drew near. Yet never was she heard To murmur or complain ; God's spirit own'd His word. And did her heart sustain. On tho twenty-ninth of Ma'% While friends round her did weep, She calmly past away, In Jesus fell asleep. w 254 / @ ortve #§i ton ee dea. *• A 80ul took from the pit of wo«, Tliat'8 unrenewed to sin would go." Our jails and penitentiaries Are always understood To be places where evil doers Should learn to do what's good. But oftentimes they come out worse, Proving it to be true, That men without a change of heart They still will evil do. We've likewise heard of men laid down On beds in sickness low, Saying if the Lord would spare their lives In other paths they'd go. But after theii health was restored And all their troubles o'er, They into wickedress have gone Worae than they were before. The >7&ter from a filthy spring, It never can be p^ood. Nor the fruit from a tree that's bad Be es'er good for food. The heart of man it is the fount From whence all actions spring; In it, until by grace renewed, Their dwelleth no good thing. \ ^t^»w ^e«f> io goa. To thee, oh ! man, who art A creature of a day, God doth to :he impai*t Grace, while on earth you stay. His sun doth on thee shine. Through Him you live ani move ; All nature do combine To call Hi... God of Love. 255 \ Since ere you helpless in Thy mother's arms lay, From ills, seen and unseen, He's kept you to this day. Many hath past away Since you received thy breath. To mix with kindred clay, Cold in the arms of death. What is life here ? A dream, A. shadow fleeting past, A winter day's sunbeam That very short time last. All need to God draw near — Be, while on earth they roam, Recipients of grace here. That heaven may be their home. All need to God draw near, That he their souls may keep ; Fall not back in the rear, Like foolish virgins sleep. For prone are all co stray Out from the beaten track ; All need to watch and pray, Least in heart they draw baek' •• Look unto Me," God says, '* On me ever depend, I am the truth, the way, I keep unto the end. All who do put their trust In Me havn nought to fear," Then, christian friends, you must Unto vour God draw near. Only through Christ you can Acceptably appear. For He, for sinful man, The wrath of God did bear, And is the promised fount That's opened for sin ; From guilt, whate'er amount, Man in it is made clean. Free to all as the light, Free as the air, their breath ; 266 if 1 Free grace for all's a right, Which comes through Jesus death. Tho' here it be your doom The mourning garb to wear, Yet, for the joys to come, To God you may draw near. That when the house falls in And all it^s props decay, The soul claps its glad wing And rise to endless day. ' Vile slander is her daily study, Finding fault with everybody, Loves 'mong neighbors to breed strife ; Thus lives and acts the clashing wife. When to a neighbor's house she goes. The seeds of mischief there she sows ; To blot an honest neighbor's aame Hei tongue was neither halt nor lame. With sanctimonious face she sighs, Lo ! this, lo ! that, she loud descries ; (.Quotes scripture largely, sowing strife, Oh ! how unlike a christian wdfe ? It grieves her husband very sore, When neighbors ix)und are in uproar ; They move slow in a christian life, Who have, like him, an ill-tongued wife. Woman, man's comfor^^r, (help-meet) Ought to be modest and discreet — A virtuous woman hateth strife. Be she the saint or sinner's wife. All you who husbands justly claim, Honor from those of chi^istian name, Bridle your tongues, lead Christian lives, And hate the name of clashing wives. THX END. f~' m PEIMTBD AT TSB "ELAMnXKR" OmOB, PITBABOaOUai. ^M^