I meet the men of other years; Another page I now unfold, And Captain Bolton I behold, Or Major Bolton, if you will, Who lived upon the "Major's Hill," Which got his rank and bears it still. It used to be in days gone by, "The Colonel's Hill," a rank more high, And worthy of the ancient trees, Whose foliage rustled in the breeze, Where pigeons, in their annual flight, Were wont by thousands to alight, O! many a fusilade I've seen, Of flint locks in its bowers green; It got the name recorded here, From Colonel By, who first lived there; 'Twas then a grove of thickest shade, What civilization's hand hath made, The Indian, with its withering skill, It has done for the "Colonel's Hill." Who comes, so centaur like in grace, Good spirits pictured in his face? 'Tis Isaac Smith, let truth not vary, A gentleman from Tipperary, Beloved by all, 'twere hard to mate him, He had no enemies to hate him, His friends were neither scarce nor few They numbered every soul he knew. Who e'er remembers Isaac Smith, Mounted top boots and breeches with, Upon his stately old black mare Will recollect a horseman rare. Christopher Carlton, where art thou? Come here, old friend, I want thee now To ramble back with me again To where of old McPherson and Crane, And Francis Clemow, too, I think, Did business at the Basin's brink. And Bindon Burton Alton, who Has vanished from terrestial view; The poet with the flashing eye-- The true born son of minstrelsy! Who sang so sweetly, memory still Trembles with the undying thrill. Which throbbed in melting tones of fire From Bindon Burton Alton's lyre, Alas! alas! that such a soul Should sink a victim to the bowl. Thomas MacKay, who's worthy name Is well known even to modern fame. The worth which honest men revere Deserves a fitting record here. With mighty gangs he excavated The ancient quarry situated On west side of "the Major's Hill." Which modern hands find hard to till; The stones from thence by powder rent To build the seven Canal Locks went. The Sappers' Bridge, too, was erected By blocks of limestone thence ejected. Like many another rising man. Mackay for ancient Russell "ran" To use a term, which means to-day That he runs best who best can pay! The declaration found him seated And his antagonist defeated. New honors came his name to greet, A Legislative Councillor's seat Was given next to Russell's pride, Clad with which dignity he died. And no more upright man has e'er Deserving of the post sat there. And William Stewart, too, who's name Elsewhere has graced my roll of fame, Was as the reader will remember, For Bytown long ago a member, Good representative he made, And his constituents ne'er betrayed, We were by taxes lightly rated When Bytown was incorporated, By the Bill by him presented When he this village represented In '47, the year, no other, When to that stingy old step mother, The County of Carleton we were tied And had our temper sorely tried. This was before Lord Sydenham's reign