And pitched his tent in honor’s track
Beneath the glorious Union Jack! 
Then Colonel By was in a jam
Erecting the first hogsback dam,
Which vanished with Spring’s sweeping flood;
But science made the structure good
By the advice of one, no civil
Engineer, with whom a level
Or other instrument of science,
Had not the most remote alliance. 
’Twas built as he proposed—­I’m sorry
His name from memory I can’t worry,
If Lyman Perkins was beside me,
To it he certainly could guide me. 
For he has got, of ancient bore,
A well authenticated store. 
Now first among our old landmarks,
Comes Laird of Bytown, Nicholas Sparks,
Who came across in ’26
From Hull, his lucky fate to fix
Upon a bush farm which he bought
For sixty pounds—­and little thought,
While grumbling at a price so high,
That fortune had not passed him by. 
He little dreamed of Ottawa now,
When ’mongst the stumps his wooden plough
Stir’d the first sod in times of old;
He knew not then, that ’twas not mould
He turne’d up, and tilled, but gold. 
’Tis not my business here to flatter,
Or with enconiums to bespatter
The shadows of departed men
Whom we shall never see again. 
Yet I may say, who knew him well,
And of him would not falsehood tell,
That as poor human nature ran,
He was an honest upright man,
“Close fisted” as the need occurred,
Yet one who always kept his word. 
Whate’er the cost—­I say no more
Of Nicholas Sparks—­who for the shore
Unknown, has shaken out his sail
Where riches are of no avail
To win calm sea or favoring gale
And Lyman Perkins, what of thee,
Will pass for current coin from me? 
Thou art a man of early date—­
Of ’27 or ’28—­
in Bytown’s history, and ’tis said,
Though hard to drive, thou may’st be led,
That is, if one could just agree
In view and argument with thee;
When standing in the days of yore
At “Pooley’s Bridge,” thine eye ran o’er
The picture with a prescient glance;
Experience taught thee that thy chance
Was then—­thy foresight came
To aid thee in life’s winning game. 
Although no silver spoon was in
Thy mouth, when to this world of sin
Thou camest, thou hast forged from fate
A path in life most fortunate;
To praise thee I shall take no pains,
Thy enterprise has brought thee gains—­
’Tis something to be born with brains! 
Daniel O’Connor there doth stand,
One of the old departed band—­
Another of the pioneers
Of Bytown in its early years;
In memory’s magic glass I see
Him as he first appeared to me
In ’28 when passing down
Through the main street in Upper Town. 
A merchant of a distant date
Before the days of ’28,
And County Treasurer was he,
Long, too, a Carleton J.P.,
Ere Courts of Justice were installed,
When Bytown “Nepean Point” was called;
In politics he was a Tory,