GREAT FIRE IN INGERSOLL, MAY, 1872.

‘ Twas on a pleasant eve in May,

Just as the sun shed its last ray,

The bell it rang, citizens to warn,

For lo! a fire appears in barn.

An ancient barn near hotel stood,

The joining buildings all were wood,

This barn a relic of the past,

There farmers’ horses were made fast.

Our once fair town is now in woe,

And we have had our Chicago,

But soon a nobler town will rise,

For our town is all enterprise.