Lines On The Finding Of A Young Man's Body In Toronto Bay.

His identity was discovered by finding the maker's name on the suit he wore and by sending a strip of the cloth to the maker in Montreal.

        A young man's body long it lay
        In bottom of Toronto Bay,
        But at last the waters bore,
        And raised him up near to the shore.

        But no one knew his rank or station,
        No one knew his home or nation,
        But his form and dress were genteel,
        And sorrow many they did feel.

        Kind man took charge of the remains,
        And was well rewarded for his pains,
        So skilful he did him embalm,
        Restored the features sweet and calm.

        The father came and he did bless
        The man who did restore the face,
        And saved for him his son's remains,
        And thus he fame and honor gains.

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.

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