- MY OLD ARM CHAIR.
- THE FIRE ALARM.
- FIRE SONG.
- TO THE HUMMING BIRD.
- This truth may to Christians in darkness be shrouded...
- Fawcett, twelve years have swiftly fled...
- March, with his usual terrors armed...
- GRUMBLINGS.
- Howard, thy fervid Christian zeal...
- SONG OF THE CANADIAN CRADLER.
- Tumultuous feelings like a torrent rush...
- Deep gloom pervades my spirit, and great sorrow fills my breast...
- WRITTEN IMMEDIATELY ON HEARING OF DR. O'CARR' S DEATH.
- TO MY BELOVED FRIEND MR. JAMES WOODYATT.
- ALCOHOL'S ARRAIGNMENT AND DOOM.
- AN ADDRESS BY THE MEMBERS OF THE “INSTITUTE” TO THEIR FRIENDS
- A CALL TO THE SOIREE * OF THE MECHANIC'S INSTITUTE, DECEMBER 23,
- A CANADIAN NATIONAL SONG.
- WINTER'S RAVAGES,
- REV. VIII, I.
- TO THE REV. J. W AND HIS BRIDE
- LINES WRITTEN ON THE MORNING OF THE DREADFUL FIRE WHICH
- STANZAS ON THE PEACEFUL STRUGGLE IN EUROPE.
- VERSES WRITTEN IMMEDIATELY AFTER READING HORACE SMITH'S