Corner Stone Laying.

The following lines were read at the festival after the stone had been laid by Grand Master Col. Moffat, of a church on the Culloden road, with Masonic honors.


        In this quiet spot this day of June,
        Which will not be forgotten soon,
        For when your little church on hill
        You overflowingly did fill,
        You then resolved there should arise
        Church worthy of your enterprise,
        You've laid foundation broad and deep,
        And showers of blessings may you reap.

        Craft of King Hiram and Saint John
        Have come to lay the corner stone,
        At the call of our Grand Master
        Who was invited by your pastor,
        With silver trowel all so fair
        He laid foundation on the square,
        May you be blessed with Christian love,
        And we all meet in Lodge above.

James McIntyre

James McIntyre was a Canadian poet, most notable for his poetry concerning cheese, cheese-making, dairying, and dairy products. Often referred to as 'The Cheese Poet,' McIntyre's work is celebrated for its earnestness and unintentional humor, making him both a beloved and an infamous figure in literary circles. He emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1851 and settled in Ingersoll, Ontario, where he became a successful businessman and community leader.

James McIntyre

Fight Of A Buffalo With Wolves.

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