Credit Valley Trip.

The Credit Valley Railway Company having placed a car at the service of the council we were kindly invited to accompany them to Toronto.


        Whene'er we take a tour abroad
        We love to travel o'er new road,
        Where scenery to us is new
        And landscape pleasing to the view,
        When invited for to rally
        And take a trip on Credit Valley,
        We resolved for to afford
        A day with Council and School Board,
        For to view the rural charms
        Of hills and dales and fertile farms,
        With joy we saw the sunbeams gleam
        On Grand River beauteous stream,
        And those perpendicular walls
        Of rock, like old baronial halls,
        We saw the great lake ebb and flow,
        And queen city of Ontario,
        While some enjoyed the genial smile
        Of Hanlon on his lake girt isle,
        Returning home each one exclaims
        "Happiest spot is banks of Thames."

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

Reply To The Toast Of Scottish Poets.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Coon Hunting.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

The Shires On The Moray Frith.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Robert Fleming Gourley.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

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Lines On Thorold.

McCready, the great Irish tragedian, said that the view from Thorold was the finest in America.


        Thorold is famous for its mills,
        And the grand view from off its hills,
        A view so charming and extended,
        Nature's beauties sweetly blended.

        Poetic thoughts it doth awake
        To view Ontario's broad lake,
        And husbandmen have their reward in
        Fruits of this Provincial garden.

        For from the hill you see below
        Gardens where choice fruits do grow,
        The landscape all within your reach
        Doth both produce the grape and peach.

        McCready said in the New World
        The finest view was from Thorold,
        You see St. Catharines thriving town
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Prologue To South Ontario Sketches.

The district lying South of Georgian Bay and Lake Simcoe, including Toronto.


        My friends we sing Canadian themes,
            For in them we proudly glory,
        Her lakes and rivers and her streams,
            Worthy of renown in story;
        And in these leaves we hope is strewn
            Some wheat among the chaff,
        And maple boughs by rude axe hewn,
            Where one may find a rustic staff;
        To help him o'er the rugged lines
            If he to weariness inclines.
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            But do admire the distant far,
        They always love abroad to roam,
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Holland River And Its Tributaries.

Meanderings of a stream rises twenty miles north of Toronto and sweeps around the whole of Southern Ontario.


        We love to sing of tiny stream,
            Through the lowland meadows running,
        To us it is a pleasing theme,
            Tracing it from first beginning.

        'Tis strange how far a brook will roam,
            Moving onwards in its motion,
        And not content till it reaches home,
            Two thousand miles to distant ocean.

        In county York springs a small brook,
            A few miles north of Ontario,
        But it doth take a wondrous crook,
            It northward many miles doth flow.

        Brook's progress south is stopped by ridge,
            Doth debar its southern course,
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St. Catharines.

Lines read at the Welland House, St. Catharines, at a banquet given to the members in attendance at the Oddfellows' Grand Lodge.


        St. Catharines famed for mineral waters
        And for the beauty of her daughters,
        For some do worship at the shrines
        Of the fair St. Catharines.

        St. Catharines your greatness you inherit
        From the genius of a Merritt,
        You still would be a village dreary
        But for this canal from lake Erie.

        For on its bosom there doth float
        Full many a ship and steamboat,
        Brings world's commerce to your doors
        And many gifts on you it pours.

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Canadian Rivers And Lakes.

        We have here a sight as fair
        As bonnie Doon or banks of Ayr,
        Like modest worth meandering slow
        The quiet waters gently flow,
        Rose, thistle, shamrock, all combine,
        Around the maple leaf to twine,
        Whose outstretched arms so gigantic
        Clasp Pacific and Atlantic,
        Embracing lakes like burnished gold,
        With joy a Shakespeare might behold,
        For either Poet Burns or Moore[B]
        Such scenery they would adore.

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Brantford.

In these sketches of towns in Southern Ontario we are not vain enough to suppose that because we have produced some lines thereon that said rhymes are poetry. If we furnish an occasional poetic gleam like a dewdrop sparkling in the sun, it is all we dare hope for.


        Brantford as thriving city's famed,
        And after Indian Chief is named,
        And here the sparkling Grand River
        It doth flow a joy forever.

        Campbell he sang a dismal tale
        Of horrors of Wyoming's vale,
        The tale one's mind doth ever haunt,
        The cruelties of monster Brant.

        But the Chief's son to England went
        And Campbell to him did lament,
        And all the tale he did recant
        About cruel butcheries of Brant.

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