Recollections of Bytown and Its Old Inhabitants eBook

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A man of spirit rare was he
Who never had an enemy. 
And there, too, Captain Victor goes
With most aristocratic nose,
And manners haughty with the ring
Of ton when George the Fourth was king. 
And Lieut.  Pooley, for whose skill
The “Gully” bridge is named so still,
Ask Lyman Perkins, if you doubt it,
And he will tell you all about it. 
And Dr. Tuthill, who with skill
Could cure more readily than kill,
Physic’d, emetic’d, too, and clyster’d,
And con amore, bled and blister’d,
In the old Hospital, which stood
Unscathed by tempest, fire, or flood,
For fifty years, to be down cast,
By chance, or carelessness, at last,
Theme for conjecture, most prolific,
Another phase of the Pacific
Railway which will cause a broil,
Unless ’tis built on British soil! 
And there, too, Joseph Coombs was found,
With solemn step his march around
Among the patients, pacing slowly—­
Disciple of the meek and lowly,
Who afterwards oft turned the key
On many a goodly company. 
In that strong work of mason’s trowel,
Ruled now by Alexander Powell. 
And William Addison, no more—­
As trim a soldier as e’er wore
The uniform, or bravely bore
His head erect, with step as light
As wings that touch the air in flight. 
Well had he won and kept from harm
The honor’d stripes upon his arm. 
Such men as he have been the stay
Of Britain in her darkest day! 
And Sergeant Johnston who, with skill,
The raw and awkward squad could drill—­
A warrior in air and tone,
Who had his country service done—­
Straight as a ramrod, and his might
Of voice would Lambkin’s soul delight. 
And brave John Murphy—­champion John! 
I can’t forget as I pass on. 
As fine a fellow as e’er wore
The scarlet coat in days of yore. 
With upright form of manliest grace,
With wondrous beauty in his face,
And perfect symmetry of limb;
Appollo might have envied him! 
And then he was as brave and true
As e’er the sword or bayonet drew,
Full many a battle did he fight,
His injured comrade’s wrongs to right;
For well he knew each mood and tense
Of the old art of self-defence;
And woe to him who dared a fling
With bold John Murphy in the ring. 
There many a pugilistic martyr
Met his match and caught a Tartar.


Near where the George Street market stood
Lived William Northgraves, then a good
And skilful watch-maker, who’s chime
Did regulate the march of time,
And Arthur Hopper, sporting blade,
Was in the same time serving trade,
Though guiltless of the modern tricks
Of time serving in politics;
He made gold rings for bridal matches,
As well as cleaned and mended watches. 
And last of old watchmakers three,
I mention mild Maurice Dupuis,
Who’s even tenor ne’er did vary

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