A souvenir of the Thousand Islands of the St. Lawrence River: from Kingston and Cape Vincent to Morristown and Brockville : with their recorded history from the earliest times, their legends, their romances, their fortifications, and their contests : including both the American and Canadian channels
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Page 218 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Page 218 - The rapids are near, and the daylight's past Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past ! Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Page 118 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 222 - Ontario; but he was not certain that all were due to wave action, though he says that "with the exception of the parallel roads or shelves in Glen Roy and some neighboring glens of the western highlands of Scotland, I never saw so remarkable an example of banks, terraces and accumulations of stratified gravel, sand and clay maintaining over wide areas so perfect a horizontality as in the district (1) Proo. G«ol. Soc., London, Vol. II., No. 51. pp. 537-8. 15 M. north of Toronto.
Page 53 - The relief societies use, each according to its convenience, whatever methods seem best suited to prepare in times of peace for the necessities of sanitary service in times of war. They gather and store gifts of money and supplies; arrange hospitals, ambulances, methods of transportation of wounded men, bureaus of information, correspondence, etc. All that the most ingenious philanthropy could devise and execute has been attempted in this direction. In the Franco-Prussian War this was abundantly...
Page 119 - When yon write, sign no real name, and send by some of our friends who are coming home. We want you to write us how the news was received there. We received great encouragement from all quarters.
Page 147 - My last wish to the Americans is that they may not think of avenging my death. Let no further blood be shed; and believe me, from what I have seen, that all the stories that were told about the sufferings of the Canadian people were untrue.
Page 117 - Captain, give me a chance. Draw off your men, and I will fight them singly. I could have killed you six times tonight, but I believe you to be a brave man and would not murder you. Give a lame man a show.
Page 218 - ... but never expected to meet with. This is the very nectar of life, and I hope, I trust, it is not vanity to which the cordial owes all its sweetness.
Page 195 - ... s in trim, And the old, wild longing is roused in me ; Ho, for the bass-pools cool and dim ! Ho, for the swales of the Kankakee ! Is there other joy like the joy of a man Free for a season with rod and gun, With the sun to tan and the winds to fan, And the waters to lull, and never a one Of the cares of life to follow him, Or to shadow his mind while he wanders free...