Which gave that legislative strain To our Colonial Constitution, And made a legal institution, The Bill Municipal in Legislation, The often tinkered act which rules the nation. And James Stewart, a medico Of the old school of long ago, A votary of potent pill, And lancet too for many an ill. And not a whit more given to kill His patients, say these truthful rhymes. Than M.D's of more modern times, And now I think it only fair To mention here Doctor O'Hare, Who of old Bytown formed a part, And practised the assuaging art Before the time of Scanlon's tarry, Before the days of Edward Barry Who in his person did combine The medical and legal line, Exhibiting as his degree Upon his card J.P.M.D." He gave to Bytown's sporting men Such Fox-hunt as we ne'er again Shall see; ah! 'twas a joyful day, When Barry with tin horn away, In glory on "Bob Logie's" back, Followed the variegated pack Yelping in chorus o'er the plain, We'll never see such sport again! Who would at length the story hear, Can ask the Sheriff, he was there, And bravely in his headlong way Did "Shamrock" carry him that day, Close in the terror stricken wake Of Reynard, over bush and brake, James Fraser, too, can tell the tale, For he went over hill and dale, And swamp and fence and ditch and bush, Foremost in the determined rush. To get up first and win the brush, While loud above the yelling din, Sounded the Doctor's horn of tin, That hunt the public health to save Was the best prescription e'er he gave. CHAPTER VIII.