James McIntyre's obituary in the the Globe of 2 April 1906, two days after his death. Not a word about his verse.
Poems of James McIntyre (Ingersoll, ON: Chronicle, 1889)
"Fair Canada is our Theme,Land of rich cheese, milk and cream."
During the winter of 1842-3 the Second Adventists, or Millerites, were preaching that the world would be all burnt up in February, 1843. Nightly meetings were held, generally in the school-houses. One E— H— , about Prince Albert, Ont, owned a farm of one hundred acres and upwards, stocked with cattle and farm produce, as well as having implements of agriculture. So strongly did he embrace the Second Advent doctrines of the Millerites that he had not a doubt of the fire to come in February and burn all up, and in confirmation of his faith gave away his stock, implements and farm. Sarah Terwilligar, who lived about a mile east of Oshawa "corners," on the Kingston Road, made for herself wings of silk, and, on the night of 14th of February, jumped off the porch of her home, expecting to fly heavenward. Falling to the ground some fifteen feet, she was shaken up severely and rendered wholly unfit to attend at all to the fires that were expected to follow the next day.
The great majority of his fellow poets will, I suppose, be disposed to pass him over in silence because he is deficient in grammar and early elementary education. No doubt he has written some lines which would have been better never to have seen the light, and doggerel, I am afraid, they must be termed. Yes, and so have the best of his fellows of the muse done the same to some extent! Not that I mean to be at all ungenerous, but only just to Mr. McIntyre: for he has really the verse in him, and gives us some here and again quite worth while.
The time was exactly 9.12 a.m. And then a terrific rumble sounded. THE SAN FRANCISCO EARTHQUAKE HAD BEGUN!!
The street before her was split wide open, in a long and angry gap. She saw humanity plunged into it, to disappear forever. The sky around her was suddenly aglow, with the glare of countless fires!The din was indescribable!
"...You'd think she almost welcomed death, with her baby in her arms", one remarks. I wonder who she was?"The death car made its way up the street. The men returned to their work. And Goldie Clarke's tormented soul had found a certain peace!!THE END
TO JAS. MCINTYREA man of mighty mark,Who crossed the ocean darkTo win some glory;Resolved to carve his nameHigh in Canadian fame,And live in story.And this methinks will be,For friend and foe agreeRare is his talent;And as much diversifiedAs our world is wide.Hail Scotia's gallant!He racy is, and witty,As shown by many a dittyIn humourous vein;And some say wit's his forte,His muse all turns to sport,He eschews pain.But we who know him best'Gainst this view must protestHe's oft pathetic;And with his pen so wise,Can bring tears to the eyesOf each ascetic.
Foundation of furniture factory fell & sailed down the River Thames. Coffins, caskets, cupboards, card tables, chairs, pianos, pianolas - all commingled in confusion worse confounded. Also he was previously burned out. He wrote me his true townsmen collected Six Hundred Dollars for him that mournful morn. He was the loveliest man on earth.
NIAGARA DRYIt happened once in early spring,While there did float great thick ice cakes,That then a gale did quickly bringThem all down from the upper lakes.And Buffalo to Lake Erie,Across the entrance to river,It was a scene of icebergs dreary,Those who saw it will remember ever.The gale blew up lake and river,And left Niagara almost dry,This a lady did discoverAs above the Falls she cast her eye.Such scene it had been witnessed never,Since Israelites crossed the Red Sea,When they had resolved foreverFrom Pharaoh's bondage to flee.Lady she resolved to venture,Proudly carrying British flag,Erected it in river's centreIn crevice of a rocky crag.It seems like a romance by Bulwer,How she captured Niagara,But it was seen by Bishop Fuller,Who did at sight of flag hurrah.Ten thousand years may die away
Before another dry can tread,In bottom of Niagara,For she doth jealous guard her bed.But ice her entrance did blockade,And wind it kept the waters back,So that a child could almost wadeAcross the brink of cataract.