OF NATURAL HISTORY OF CANADA 



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THE POACHER 



''Bill Blossom was a nice young man^ 

 And drove the Bun' coach; 

 But bad companions were his bane, 

 And egged him on to poach. 



"Once, going to his usual haunts. 

 Old Cheshire laid his plots; 

 He got entrapped bj' legal Berks, 

 And lost his life in Notts." 



HOOL 



THE BLACK BASS 



'Amid the Thousand Isles that gem 



St. La\«rrence like a diadem, 



Where winds are soft, and waves are calm. 



And pine-vfoods steep the air with balm, 



Piscator floats the calm abyss 

 'Mid scenes of most transcendent bliss; 



Wafted across that teeming flood. 



His heart o'erflows with gratitude." 



