Auld Lang Syne – From Perth Courier
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Perth
Courier, December 15, 1922
In the Days O’Auld Lang Syne
Recalling Incidents of Former Years
Around the County Seat of the Good Old County of Lanark
John
J. McLauren
Franklin, Pennsylvania
December 9
Renewing my subscription to the dear old
Courier for something like the 55th time, naturally suggested how
quickly the years have fled and how sadly the ranks have thinned since my first
acquaintance with the paper in 1859. Fond
memory pictures once more form and faces to be seen no more this side of the
Celestial City and incidents not to be forgotten while life remains.
How vividly the scenes and persons of the early sixties rise up in
looking backwards to review the fruitful past!
Let me indicate by short paragraphs a number of bygone people and sundry
events.
Do you remember when James Thompson, Charles Rice and George L. Walker piloted the
Courier which Alexander Cameron
founded in 1834? Thompson of medium size and brunette pattern was appointed sheriff,
held the position upwards of 50 years, lived on Gore Street beside the Tay and
rounded out a plump century before crossing the Great Divide.
It was his habit to come to the Courier office then in the building
directly opposite the town hall every Thursday evening to chat a while and get a
copy of the sheet just off the press. Rice
bought from Thompson and in turn sold to Walker
upon receiving a court appointment. He
was tall, dark and genial and a vigorous writer.
Walker, a blonde of average height and slender build, was quick,
energetic and never found napping at the switch.
His brother, expert James M. “clever as they make ‘em” and still
alive and hearty, going to Pembroke to edit the Observer; George L., engaged to
do local writing and traverse the county for news and subscribers, the
experiment paying off handsomely. Michael McNamara,
the talented jeweler next door to the Courier office helped with the editorials
wielding a powerful pen. He
migrated to Walkerton and long ago joined Mr. Walker on the Shining Shore.
Do you remember Richard Shaw, who operated the Farmer’s Foundry and owned the
British Standard, Tory weekly with sturdy Burton Campbell at the helm?
Later, the Expositor came into existence with Captain
Thomas Scott, a gallant military officer and Thomas
Cairns, ex-postmaster, as chief factors in the management.
Shaw served as mayor and councilman with characteristic efficiency.
Shaw possessed superior abilities and independence and Cairns numbered
his friends by whole battalions. Alas,
James M. Walker and myself are the sole survivors of the newspaper fraternity in
days o’auld lang syne.
Do you remember when Dr. Wilson, cultured and studious and Dr. James S. Nichol, thoroughly competent, were practicing
physicians. Dr. Robert Howden, kindly and sincere; Dr. Horsey, refined and sympathetic; and Dr. J.D. Kellock, courteous and dependable and young Dr.
J.S. Nichol, hanging out his shingle later.
Dr. Wilson was a skillful geologist and lover of nature.
Dr. Nichol died suddenly at the bedside of a woman in childbirth and Dr.
Horsey passing away in Chicago without a moment’s warning in the prime of a
successful career. A very large
congregation packed Knox Church on the Sunday the boy, son of Mr.
and Mrs. T. Menzies of Bathurst, whom it was the faithful physician last
professional act to assist in bringing safely into the world, was baptized
“James Stewart Nichol”.
Do you remember when Judge John Malloch, a dignified and true gentleman of the old
school, presided over the county court; W.R.F.
Berford was clerk; James Patterson
was sheriff; and Charles Rice was an
important officer; with Thomas Radenhurst,
Daniel McMartin, William O. Buell, John Deacon, Donald Fraser, William McNairn
Shaw, were all leading barristers. Judge
Malloch built Victoria hall, the finest residence in Perth.
Radenhurst was Queen’s Counsel; Buell excelled in legal advice and
preparation of documents; McMartin and Fraser were convincing pleaders; Deacon
an eloquent voice who attained the judgeship of Renfrew County; and Shaw, who
was crippled sufficiently to compel him to always walk with a cane, and served
creditably in Parliament, hitting the Long Trail a year or two after, erecting
the beautiful mansion in which he answered the Final Summons. Mr. Shaw was a fastidious dresser, friendly and social with
black hair and beard and a deep sense of propriety.
Among his students were Francis A. Hall, who gained distinction at the
bar and filled a term or two as mayor, and John W. Douglas, sprightly and
striking in civic and military concerns; and George Alfred Consett, alert and diligent and for many years kept a
complete diary that was a correct summary of current events.
All but the latter have answered the Final Subpoena that accepts neither
excuse nor postponement.
Do you remember when Rev. William Bell, Rev. William Bain, Rev. James B. Duncan, Presbyterian ministers; Rev. Michael Harris, Episcopal; Rev. James Henderson, Baptist; Rev. George McRitchie, Methodist; Rev. John McLaughlin, Convenator; and Rev. John Hugh McDonagh, Roman Catholic priest, who were the local ministers. The frame churches of Mr. Bell and Mr. Harris were fired by incendiaries; a falling rafter of the latter fatally injured George Miller, an esteemed citizen. Mr. Bell was Perth’s first pastor, arriving in 1817 and laboring forty years, his quaint church standing idle a decade after his death. A section of his flock organized St. Andrew’s Congregation in 1826 in charge of Rev. Thomas Wilson, an earnest divine and erected a stone edifice in 1832 since remodeled into its present form. Mr. Wilson returned to Scotland, Mr. Bain succeeded him in 1846 continuing until his death in 1881. Mr. Duncan, one of the most able preachers Lanark County ever boasted, soon after the disruption, accepted the call to Knox Church built by seceders from the Old Kirk. He stayed 18 years building up a strong membership and removing to Chicago in 1866. Coming back to Canada, he ministered at Mt. Forest and Galt, celebrated his jubilee in 1900 and died at an advanced age. He was a born witness and fine conversationalist always preached without notes and used pertinent illustrations and illumined every subject he touched. What he styled “the awful sermon” was a discourse that shriveled the flimsy excuse given by many of the adherents for not subscribing liberally to appeals for funds to improve the church and manse which gave great offense to the delinquents and hastened his resignation. One noteworthy exception was John Motherwell, a substantial Bathurst farmer and father of the Hon. William Motherwell, the political leader and statesman. The big hearted farmer had a seat in the gallery that commanded a view of the audience on the main floor. Catching my eye at one impressive point in the sermon, he laid his hand upon his breast and smiled broadly. Meeting him the next forenoon on Gore Street, he said: “Wasn’t that sermon a scorcher, when I signaled to you it meant this hits John Motherwell right between the eyes; so this morning at breakfast I knocked at the manse and handed Mr. Duncan five pounds extra with thanks for his straight talk in the pulpit”. It goes without saying to anyone who knew him that the stalwart yeoman over whose grave the snows of many winters have drifted, was a conscientious liberal and sincere to the degree. Mr. Henderson, dark eyed and black bearded was a forceful personality in or out of the pulpit and universally admired. Mr. McRitchie was of a goodly appearance and address, a faithful toiler in the vineyard and often conducted his services on Sunday afternoons in rural schoolhouses. Mr. McLaughlin was a frequent preacher two or three hours to his handful of patient hearers but the Convenantor organization has long been a tradition only.
To Be Continued
Perth
Courier, December 29, 1922
Do you remember when J. Livingstone, Rev. A. McClure, R. Burke and Rev. Thomas Hart were
principals of the grammar school and Rev. Thornton had the staff of the common
school? Livingstone was a graceful
and gracious man, married Miss Berford,
studied law and sat on the bench for a number of years preceding his lamented
demise. Mr. McClure, scholarly and
rather reserved, was a skilled instructor and master of the classics.
Mr. Burke, urbane and companionable from the ground up entered the
Episcopalian ministry and went to mission fields in Oso laboring faithfully to
the end of his useful and benevolent life.
Mr. Hart preached his first sermon in Knox Church, taught successfully
and filled a professor’s chair in Winnipeg University with signal ability.
He was one of nature’s noblemen, admirably fitted for responsible duty
and left a worthy record of service to God and humanity.
Dr. Thornton was every inch a thoroughbred and died in the very blossom
of a fruitful course, esteemed and mourned by the entire community.
Two elder sisters of mine, Helen
and Catherine, daughters of Beckwith’s teacher pastor in 18??, opened in
Perth the first school in Lanark County with lady teachers.
My mother taught in North Elmsley and Drummond for some years and it was
also my fortune in 1860-64 to have had two schools at one or other of which
every family on both sides of the road between Perth and Rideau Ferry was
represented. Naturally, a few of my
pupils have been enrolled on high one of the brightest and best only last month
in the person of Euphemia Spalding,
widow of George Oliver, also a
valuable pupil. Mrs. Oliver was the
second daughter of John Spalding, Reeve of North Elmsley and one of the school
directors of my section with John Poole,
a trusty friend always and everywhere and Thomas
Nichol as an associate and Rev. John
Bell the learned Anglican rector of Smith’s Falls township; and Mr.
Worrell, a Christian gentleman of the finest type was ever considerate and
approachable and understanding of human nature.
Do you remember the Hon(?) (illegible
word) Kennedy, affable and (illegible
word), practical and who married (illegible word) Henderson, the accomplished daughter of the Baptist pastor.
Devoted to his profession, Dr. Kennedy cared for the teeth of a host of
grateful patrons, extracting them only when necessary.
Do you remember when the Prince of
Wales, afterwards King Edward VII, toured this section, stopping ten minutes at
Smith’s Falls to greet the throng that assembled to see him?
A good woman from Ramsay who had driven miles to look at the heir to the
British throne voiced her sentiments with the observation “weel, weel, Queen
Victoria’s bairn is just like my bairn at home”.
The Duke of Newcastle, florid and rotund, wore a grey suit and seemed
bored but forced a smile when the venerable Col.
Playfair, a Waterloo veteran, read a loyal address which the royal scion
acknowledged suitably.
Do you remember when the Fountain Fire
Company appeared in parade drawing the ancient hand engine that squirted
effectively? The gallant lads wore
white jackets trimmed in blue and marched in a manner regular troops might envy.
James Cameron and John Spalding, George Corry and John Lee, six
footers, erect as pine trees, usually led the column. Cameron was a prosperous Bathurst farmer; Corry was a
blacksmith whose axes were warranted to cut the toughest hemlock knots; and Lee
was turnkey of the jail under Robert
Kellock and W. H. Grant and their successor until death claimed him after
half a century of meritorious service.
Do you remember when W. Rutherford and George Cox made wagons and vehicles enduring as
the New England deacon’s wonderful one horse shay? John Rutherford,
William Cronin and George Corry ironing the carriages and shoeing horses
according to Hoyle?
Do you remember when Alexander Kippin, W. Elliott, James Todd and James Campbell were
builders and carpenters?
John Riddell and David Hogg supplied furniture.
A. Ferrier manufactured saddles and harnesses; Patrick
Griffin and T.C. Enright were merchant tailors; James Templeton and the Kirkpatricks had tanneries and John
A. McLaren distilled whiskey pronounced by connoisseurs “ok”.
Do you remember when Jonathan Lock and James Spalding brewed beer that needed no apology?
Lock, a real heavyweight, tipped the beam above three hundred pounds, and
shifted to Smith’s Falls and ended his days there.
Lock’s Bridge, the upper stone arch spanning the Tay on Gore Street,
was named for his family.
Do you remember when Ezekiel Morrison, chunky and obliging, started the first photo
gallery and with his brothers, established a restaurant, a word that for a time
puzzled most of the natives.
Do you remember when William McLeod made tin pans, basins and kettles by hand at his shop
near the Methodist Church, his good wife conducting a boarding house of approved
brand.
Do you remember when H. B. Wright, brimful of vim and the get-up-and-go quality that
spells success, opened his furrier and clothing establishment beside the Courier
office in the Rice block; Thomas Hicks,
Roderick Matheson and Carr Thompson had tidy stores that prospered lively.
George Miller and W. Lily were iron founders and David
Holliday erected and tenanted his frame building on Gore Street for
mercantile purposes.
Do you remember when Thomas Aspden, four square to every wind that blew, developed the
phosphate mines in Burgess, shipping tons of the product to England, quitting
the job after months of what seemed to be profitable results.
Do you remember when James Bell was registrar with Archibald
Sinclair, king bee of penmen, administrative deputy?
Mr. Bell, prompt and enterprising, was a son of the first resident pastor
and attained a patriarchial age. Two
of his brothers, James and John, were early merchants who issued shinplasters payable
in goods and broke up the monopoly of exorbitant prices.
Two other brothers, Andrew and George, filled Presbyterian pulpits for many years and Ebeneezer
taught school in North Elmsley, later farmed on the shores of Ottay Lake and
finally settled in the west. The
Bell family is now merely a tradition following in the wake of the Alstons,
Boultons, Grahams, Powells, Saches(?), and Thoms, all missing from the
muster roll for a generation or more.
Do you remember when Sgt. Lambert, tall and majestic, arrived from Toronto to train the
Perth volunteers, a military organization that was ordered to the front in the
Fenian invasion? Lambert died
unexpectedly and his widow married a farmer at Rideau Ferry.
Do you remember when Alexander Morris moved from Montral and defeated John
Doran for parliament, beginning Tory domination in south Lanark and paved
the way for John O. Haggart, Capt. Matheson, Dr. A.E. Hanna, and J.A. Stewart to
attain political preferment and fill high offices? Mr. Morris was exceedingly smooth and suave with a gifted
tongue to might readily coax a setting hen off her nest while his Presbyterian
eldership and his father’s excellent record in parliament appealed strongly to
the clannish Scotch Reformers of the district who basely deserted Doran, a first
class citizen.
Do you remember when Robertson’s Music hall was the main place for entertainment and
secular meetings prior to the erection of the Market House in 1862?
Do you remember when Richard Shaw was mayor, Thomas
Brooke clerk, Robert Jamieson tax
collector, J. McCaffrey treasurer and
Thomas Cosgrove constable?
Abram Code of Innisville, John
Laurie of Bathurst, D. McCrae of
Drummond and Capt. J. McGill Chambers
of Montague were rivals for positions in the liveliest campaign the riding had
ever known, Shaw winning against the field.
Do you remember when Joseph Brown, a dwarf in body, and a giant in spirit, and “Paddy”
Curley, aged and homeless, were town characters with striking peculiarities?
Do you remember when John Adams, a born vocalist, taught singing in the schools in and
around Perth and Mrs. E.W. Seeley was
a trained soprano worth walking miles to hear render Dana’s touching
“Passing Under the Rod”. Wishing
to complement Mr. Adams, who commanded the respect and affections of all good
people, a class in North Elmsley thought of presenting him with an elegant
Bible. James McLaren a well to do farmer on the Scotch Line, asked to
subscribe for the purpose of the book, expressed his practical view of the case:
“buy a Bible for John Adams? He
has more Bibles in his home than he can use but here’s a pound towards getting
him a gold watch”. That settled
the matter in favor of the time piece. Mrs.
Seeley wife of the express agent, joined the Angelic Choir many years since but
she is by no means forgotten.
Do you remember when a galaxy of pretty
girls in grace and beauty, second to none in or out of Canada included Allans,
Bells, Berfords, Miss Bostwick(?), Miss Botsford, Brookes, Campbells, Miss Mary
Cox, Douglasses, Frasers, Gemmills, Haggarts, Harts, Miss Lily Miller, Mathesons,
McMartins, Miss Malloch, Miss Ida Mowat, Nichols, Miss Pendergast, Radenhursts,
Miss Thompson, Miss Templeton, Watsons and dozens more who no longer gladden
this vale of tears.
Do you remember when George Love, the colored barber, cut hair for a dime, shaved for a
nickel, throwing in a budget of conversation to boot? The high cost of living did not bother folks then as now and
Love saved money right along. A
pompous Southerner who he had shaved handed out a $100 bill saying he had no
change. Love dived into a deep
pocket, pulled out a handful of bank notes, and silver and counted out $99.95
and thanked the stranger for his patronage.
The customer could not conceal his surprise and said:
“this beats the deuce; I have been looking at hands in this county for
a month without spending a penny, for the inn keeper and farmer who lodge me and
fed me could not break the bill you have just changed”.
Love replied “I always carry a bit of change to call the bluff of
anyone who tries to put one over on me”.
Nearly all the persons named in this
article have gone to the Final Journey that has no return passage; whole
families are extinct. The ranks are
thinning steadily and old timers look in vain for forms and faces familiar in
former years. It would be easy to
fill pages of the Courier with remembrances but this is enough for now.
Offered a second helping at dinner on the day of her arrival, a lady
astounded her company by declaring: “No
thank you. I have partaken of
a genteel sufficiency and any more would be an elegant superfluity”, so a
second helping may be possible by and by. For
now, goodbye
Perth
Courier, June 19, 1925
Do You Remember?
Incidents of Days Gone By That Old Perth
Boys Will Remember
When Billie
Wodden rode the high wheeled bicycle?
When the S.L.A.L. fairgrounds were at
Greenby’s Corners?
When Perth had two excellent brass bands
and rivalry was keen?
When there were three or four or five
tall gates between Perth and Lanark?
When Mark
Lapoint and Jimmie Downey took the long bicycle rides in the summer?
When Jimmie
King was the fastest skater in Perth and also the fanciest?
When Bob
Edwards made beautiful fans out of shingles and sold them about town?
When the Thanksgiving Day road races
around the Glen Tay block caused a “thrill”?
When a liquor “spotter” was thrown
under the Mill Street Bridge following a police court case?
When Tom
Fennell and Walter Harrison performed single and double song and dance
turns?
When Dr. Wolfe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin
came to Perth as a wagon show and presented under a canvas at the rear of the
present Code block?
When the remains of Sir John MacDonald, Premier of Canada, who died in June of 1891, at
Ottawa, passed through Perth on a special train to Kingston for burial.
When the Wizard Oil Co. with a beautiful
carriage drawn by four snowy white horses held forth on the Market Square
selling their preparations intermingled with songs, etc.?
When a certain woman with a strong
craving for drink dropped a flask of liquor on the pavement of the town hall one
evening and mopped up the remains with her handkerchief?
It only seems a few years since Glen Tay
and Port Elmsley (Pike Falls) were thriving villages. Wonder where the descendants of those prominent in business
and social circles of fifty years ago are today.
When a disastrous fire in the winter of
1892 destroyed Henry Taylor’s
hardware store, George Barrie’s
butcher shop, W. McIntyre’s
photographic gallery, and J.M. Poole’s
Perth Star newspaper plant on Gore Street where the Balderson Theater now
stands?
When the first balloon ascension was
witnessed in Perth? It was back in
the 70’s when Barnum’s Show held forth in Gamsby’s Field and in passing
over the late Dawson Kerr’s house,
the basket came in contact with his chimney and knocked it off.
Remember as a boy the fun derived from
“running the logs”; great, large, pink hemlocks, cedar and basswood as they
floated down the Tay. For about a
week in the Spring of each year the “drive” was a memorable event.
There was pork and beans, high wines and malt, and the log rolling
contests galore and the Tay full of logs for miles at a stretch.
When we used to pay “shinny” on
Grant’s Creek with the goals about a mile apart?
The shinny was a crooked little stick cut from the bush preferably an elm
with the root forming its curve and the “puck” a hard rubber ball.
There was no “off side” or any other rule just bang, slash, trip,
dodge. Everything went so long as
the ball was placed between the two sticks frozen in the ice.
When an organization known as the
“Slashers” was in existence. They
were forced by mutual consent to banish the wife beater and similar offenses but
gradually developed into an organization when corrective methods were adopted in
an effort to set old scores. The
Slashers carried a rawhide up their coat sleeves and history says each member
knew how to use his corrector.
When the Mechanic’s Institute (Public
Library) with Robert Jamieson as
librarian, was located in the present Custom House premises?
Here the Perth Courier Club met and occasionally held checkers
tournaments with outside clubs at home and away.
Among the players of those days were J.A.
Kerr and Thomas Bothwell who still play and the following deceased:
Joshua Bothwell, Robert Lochead,
Dr. Crain, Dr. Munro, C.(?) or G.(?) A. Consitt.
How often in the intervening years have
you wished for a ride on a hard sleigh down Walker’s Hill?
Do you remember how you would start at Patterson’s Corners (Harvey and
Drummond Corners), gather speed as it reached Constable
Cosgrove’s house, whirl down Walker’s Hill like a streak of lightning,
cross the river and pull up with a thud on the bark bank of Devlin’s Tannery.
Them were the days!
Did you ever hear Jimmie Moore tell how he confused the saloon keeper at the corner of
Harvey and Core Streets with impersonating two well known characters in a fight
in one of the sorrow drowning rooms of his tavern?
If you never have, get him to narrate the incident.
And by the way, Jimmie, can you tell how and why Adam C. “hitched up”
Jess, but Tom Baird can relate this incident to the King’s taste, too.
When Perth’s first bowling alley was
located? The late Dennis Kane, father of Peter
Kane and Mrs. D. Ferguson in town, conducted a tavern in the building
occupied by Peter Kane, opposite the old St. Andrew’s Church.
At that time, east of the river in the vicinity of the court house, was
the centre of town and there were four hotels or taverns between the Long Bridge
and Craig Street on Drummond Street.
What would you give for a day down the
Tay or up Grant’s Creek or up the avenue as in days of your with a cedar pole,
short line, with gang hooks attached, an old lucky monitor, a chunk of bread,
butter, pepper, sale, green onions, a frying pay and some nice plump, juicy
twitching frog’s legs? The taste
of such repasts lingers on my tongue and in my mouth to this hour and the days
sport will never fade from my memory while life lasts.
How about you?
When Charlie
Freshman, son of Rev. Mr. Freshman,
of Asbury Church, made the first chest protector for a baseball catcher ever
seen in Perth? Charlie was
celebrated as the savior of the “boy behind the bat”.
It was a piece of ticking stuffed with shavings, straw and rags and an
odd string strung through it to keep the “stuffing” in place.
It was slung over the shoulders like a poke on a breachy cow.
Ask George
James if he remembers his first day in the 7th room of the public
school. If he forgets, tell him he
got a whale of a lambasting. You
know, George used to pull his head backwards as the switch or taws came down and
the teacher slashed herself but the male teacher in the 7th room was
on to him right from the start and he grabbed him by the wrist before giving him
his first lesson in P.T. (physical training).
The explanation of “P.T.” is given for the reason that that subject
was not in the curriculum until present years although taught just the same by
the teachers of long ago.
When the Dominion Government
manufactured in Perth the huge eleven ton cheese to be sent to the World’s
Fair in Chicago in 1893? The cheese
was put together in the C.P.R. freight shed under the direction of Professor J.A. Ruddick. A
heavily build wagon for its display was built by the late Matt Stanley. Early one
morning in March, 1893 the cheese was shipped by special train to Chicago, the
Citizens’ Band and a large number of citizens assembled at the station to see
the train depart. After the Chicago
Fair the cheese “found” its way to England Sir Thomas Lipton having
purchased it to be sold in his chain of stores there.
Perth
Courier, June 20, 1923
Perth’s Pioneer Merchants (and others)
The following article was discovered
among some press clippings in this office the other day and it will be of
interest to old timers as well as our youthful readers of the Courier.
The name of the author is not given.
The early merchants of Perth—Morris,
Ferguson, Taylor, Wylie, Watson and Delisle, brought most of their goods
from Montreal by one horse trains on the ice to Bytown, thence by trains to
their destination. Long strings or
trains driven by French Canadians would come together, presenting quite a
picturesque appearance. Later the
Rideau Canal and steamships on the Ottawa River would supercede the primitive
methods. Prices were high and many families found it difficult to buy
the necessities of life. Merchants
upheld the rates, never thinking of underselling each other, a clear proof that
combines are not an invention of today. Credit
was the general rule often resulting in a mortgaged farm and wasted homes.
Manners ran in this style for years until William
and John Bell, twin sons of Rev.
William Bell, opened a large store on Gore Street.
They sold at fair prices and received an enormous patronage and gave
exorbitant profits a fatal blow and broke up the monopoly.
Hon. Roderick Matheson, an
officer in the British service who gained distinction in politics, was long a
prominent merchant. The late Arthur
Meighen, a self made man came over 50 years ago and established the
prosperous business still carried on. Plate
glass, big windows, show cases, elegant fixtures, and modern equipment render
the Perth stores of today much unlike those of 70 years ago.
Doctors
Wilson, Thom, Reid and O’Hare, the latter three
army surgeons, were pioneer physicians. Dr.
Wilson, thoroughly skilled in his profession and a real gentleman always, took
the lead, lived to a goodly age and was universally esteemed.
The lamented Dr. James Stewart Nichol had an immense practice of 30
years, dying in 1864.
Among the half pay officers, McMillan,
Robertson, Powell, McKay, Sache, Ashton, Fraser and Nichol were prominent.
Few of these retired veterans engaged in any business, preferring to live
upon their pensions and take the world easy. Usually they contrived to have a “jolly good time” until
death ended the scene.
Thomas
Radenhurst and Daniel McMartin were lawyers of
repute.
John
Wilson and Robert Lyon, two law students,
quarreled about a young lady and fought the last duel in Upper Canada.
This was in June of 1833 a year before John Cameron founded the Bathurst
Courier of which Sheriff Thompson, Charles Rice and the late George Walker were
afterwards editors. Wilson sent the challenge to Lyon because Lyon had slapped
his face in the court house. At the
second fire Lyon, who is said to have directed his second to load his pistol
with peas fell dead before assistance could raise him, pierced through the
heart. The dreadful tragedy
occurred on the right bank of the Tay causing great excitement.
Wilson hid a few days, then surrendered to the authorities, was tried and
acquitted. He moved westward, rose
to eminence in the law and was appointed to the bench and ultimately became
Chief Justice of Ontario. During
his protracted judicial career he would never sentence a man to death, leaving
the task to his colleagues. He
bitterly mourned his participation in the duel on each anniversary of the day
and he would shut himself in his room to fast and pray and gave vent to his
sorrow. Young Lyon, a brother of
Capt. Lyon of Richmond and a relative of Robinson Lyon of Arnprior, was tall,
handsome, genial and exceedingly popular.
The modest village had several humble
schoolhouses which would cut a sorry figure beside the present temples of
learning. Messrs. Stewart, Hays, Tait and Kay taught the district
school successfully, maintaining strict discipline. An important part of their duties was to sharpen the
quills—steal pens had not been thought of.
Wylie
and Ferguson secured the contract to build the Tay
Canal, then deemed a grand enterprise. While
performing the work, Mr. Wylie lived at Poonahmaice(?) subsequently located in
Ramsay where he opened a store and helped start the village that has grown into
the important village of Almonte. One
of his sons still is in the business there.
A daughter married the late Judge
Malloch.
The Presbyterian, Episcopalians, and
Methodists conducted a Union Sunday School in the old court house.
The ministers were on friendly terms although the people were divided
into cliques and factions which had little social intercourse with each other.
Once the aristocrats, who believed themselves head and shoulders above
the ordinary run of humanity, had to do their statute labor on the streets owing
to the scarcity of workmen, much to the edification of the community.
John
Adams, who attained four score and ten taught
singing school most efficiently. Congregational
singing was the style in church and Perth ranked high in the feature of worship.
Folks dressed neatly on Sundays. My
mind recalls perfectly the looks of the principal men and women who lived in
Perth seventy or more years ago. Pretty
girls were by no means scarce. Three
barefoot boys, Malcolm, John and Alex
Cameron were particularly clever and ambitious.
All became distinguished notwithstanding John died in the bloom of what
promised to be a remarkable career in medical practice.
Malcolm Cameron’s public service is a part of the history of the
province.
About 66 years ago Duncan Campbell, a young man well known about Perth and Oliver’s
Ferry, went to Bytown. Walking
along in the evening, he noticed a tavern sign and entered the house to seek
lodgings for the night. Some rough
looking fellows began talking in Irish, saying he was nicely dressed, must have
money and should be put out of the way during the night. His knowledge of Gaelic enabled him to understand their
conversation. He treated them a
couple of times, took advantage of a chance to get out and ran clear to Bytown.
An investigation showed that the premises had a room built over the
Ottawa River where strangers were lodged. Then
the ruffians would enter stealthily, throw the sleeping victims into the stream
and keep all their clothes and money obtained from the murder.
Various persons disappeared in this mysterious manner of whom no trace
was ever found. The horrible place
was torn down as a result of Mr. Campbell’s experience which he never forgot.
Perth
Courier, June 19, 1925
The Tay Engine in the Old Days
A former Smith’s Falls boy wrote the
following in the Record News as follows:
During the “Old Home Week” I wonder
how many will discuss the old stage days—the days before the advent of the
railroad when those who did not have horses of their own, went by stagecoach to
Brockville or to Perth. Twice every
week I stood and watched the stage coach from Brockville come across the Black
Bridge (the drawbridge that spanned the second lock) with the outrider blowing
his horn long and loud as they swing along the road across Hog Island and the
Red Bridge and drew up in front of the hotel which occupied the same site on
Beckwith Street as the one just above the Malson Bank does today.
Here they changed horses and sped on their way to Perth.
The road from Brockville to Perth was macadamized and toll gates were
stationed at regular intervals much to the annoyance of the drivers of private
rigs, Francis Shamior the father of Mrs.
Emaline McKenzie who died only a month or two ago, was the proprietor and
genial host.
Who will remember the William or Prince Albert old time side wheel steamboats which ran from Kingston to Ottawa; or who of them saw the first three locomotives brought down from Kingston on barges and landed at the foot of George Street? These locomotives were the first to do service on what is now the world circling C.P.R. railway system. The first one landed was the “St. Lawrence” and the second one was “The Ottawa”. The third one was “The Tay” a much smaller engine than the other two. A temporary track had been laid down on what is now George Street and connected with the main line just about where the English Church Cemetery is located. Many, no doubt will remember the little “Tay” as it was used for many years to haul the trains from Smith’s Falls to Perth before the through link to Toronto was built. Denny McElliott and Pat Donegan as conductor and engineer manned that train during the whole time of its existence and “Dinny” became one of the best known characters in the community. When it came time to start, his set speech in his deep Irish brogue was: “Pat be sure and stop at Pike Falls before you start”. It was also his proud boast that he had never had a collision during the twenty odd years he and Pat had run the train. It can naturally be inferred that the train had considerable fun at Dinny’s expense.
Perth
Courier, January 12, 1923
Reprinted from an 1865 poem by J.J.
McLaurin
Perth, 1865
Perth, like its Scottish namesake stands
‘Mid spreading fields and fertile lands
Upon the River Tay
Dense forests once and swamps were seen
Whose autumnal tints and gorgeous greens
Combined in rich array
Where now the “model town” is found
With happiness and honor crowned
Improving every day
Our town exists where once the trees
Waved proudly in the stirring breeze
The trees no longer stay
From Kingston sixty miles or more
From Brockville thirty three or four
From Ottawa some fifty two
In Drummond Township stands to view
Our town—the town we all love best
Perth, Lanark County, Canada West
Within these fifty years
Since eighteen hundred and fifteen
How many changes Perth has seen
Then came McPherson—first was he
Where Perth now stands to cut a tree
Let not his name be forgotten be
Few months elapsed ere noble bands
Men with brave hearts and willing hands
Began to cultivate these lands
And soon the “Lanark Settlers” came
True, sterling men of honest frame
And warmest gratitude to claim
Let us revere the names
And recognize the claims
Of Ferguson,
McMillan, Rice
McLaren,
Taylor, Spalding, Bryce
Young,
Fraser, Campbell, Holliday
Bell,
Matheson, McLellen, Gray
Kidd, Adams, Rutherford and Scott
These men should never be forgot
God Bless These Pioneers
In Perth, the good old days of your
Some forty years ago or more
“Craig Darrock” kept a little store
Now they are numbered by the score
And businessmen are hourly met
On Foster, Harvey, William, Gore
Mill, Herriott or Drummond Street.
Stores now are neither small nor few
Eight blacksmith shops stand out to view
The saddlers’ shops half as many more
Banks, tanneries and foundries three
With nine or ten hotels we see
Drug stores of Gamsby, Kellock, Coombs,
A photographic artist’s room
And mills erected on the Tay
Saw, card, and grind both night and day.
Besides as seen from last reports
Perth large amounts of grain exports
The lumber trade is already great
The butter, pork and ashes trade
Have also great advances made
While mining but of late begun
Has up to date thousands run
Five Allans,
Botsford, Dunnet, Kerr
Shaw,
Meighen, Mair, O’Brien
McLean,
McLaren, Sibbitt, Wright
Walsh,
Ferland, Devlin, Ryan
Two
Mathesons, two Hendersons
Two
Walkers, Thompson, Hart
Brown,
Weatherhead and Anderson
With several more take part
In business now and do it well
While Messrs. Morris, Despard, Bell
In bank management revel.
J.M.O. Cromwell (famous man)
In what we call a P.L.S.
John Morris also is the same
The meaning anyone can guess
McLean and Spillman paint our floors
Walls, wainscots, ceilings, windows, doors
J. Kennedy makes teeth of bone
And those whom fate has left without
Or else makes something for his own.
By pulling other people’s out
G. Gilbert has a barber shop
Where he will reap the bristly crop
He does his best to complete
And though he shaves is not a cheat.
Wright, Walker, Griffin, furnish suits
O’Brien, Allan—shoes and boots
Hart, Walker, books and papers new
McLaren, Gemmill “mountain dew”
J. Mitchell—beer and bottled ale
Hardware is kept by Martindale
McLeod,
two Butlers, Andrew Bell
Have kettles, tins and pans to sell
At two fine shops we buy our clocks
Northgraves
and McNamara’s
While J. McCulloch, Hicks and Cox
Make rollers, rakes and plows and harrows
Gigs, buggies, wagons, and wheelbarrows
James
Allan, Laurie, Dennison
Supply the town with bread
And Davies at “Perth Marble Works”
Makes tombstones for the dead
Mechanics, tradesmen, businessmen
May God increase their store
May they as years are passing by
Be prospered more and more.
Once traveling was so very slow
It took at least a week to go
By trains and wagons and bateaux
From Perth to Montreal
Trains that were used in former days
Were but a clumsy sort of sleigh
Which went in many devious ways
Now trains are quickly run on wheels
And great delight a Perthite feels
As on he moves at railway speed
That far outstrips Mazeppa’s steed
Or down the great St. Lawrence floats
In one of Hamilton’s steamboats
No longer now a week we spend
Before we reach our journey’s end
By railway first—the B & O
To Brockville in two hours we go
There we remain until we dine
Then start upon the Grand Trunk line
At Prescott and at Cornwall call
And take our tea in Montreal
Once children at the district school
Knew something well—it was the rule
They wished the school a pleasant day
Would go to LEEward of deKAY
Or hoped some long would tumble down
And kick their teacher right up BROWN
Now at the grammar school they learn
Their real interest to discern
Now Mr. Hart wins youthful hearts
While useful knowledge he imparts
He teaches merry girls and boys
To add in one another’s joys
From one another’s cares subtract
And multiply each kindly act
How to proportion and divide
The hours that o’er them swiftly glide
To practice virtue and reduce
All envy, malice and abuse
How to extract the root of pride
And many other things besides
He teaches grammar, reading Classics
With hints and mathematics
Mr. McDowell, aide-de-camp
Too helps the noble cause along
While Dr. Thornton in the Commons School
Instructs the youth in many a useful rule
Nor must the lady teachers be forgot
Miss
Laurie, Forgie, Smitherman and Scott
There also is a separate school
Where Cosgrove and Miss Feeley
Both deeply versed in knowledge sound
Communicate it freely
Previous here schools with honest pride
Knows how the scholars have been tried
And proudly think of honors won
By Thornton,
Kellock, Patterson
McLean, hart, Kerr and Matheson
Who all at college ranked A1
But we must not forget the name
Of one who may remembrance claim
One who endeavored to advance
The cause of education here
Whom all that value sterling worth
Should honor and revere
A man of candor, upright, free, sincere
We mourn his loss we shed a silent tear
And hold the name of M. McDonnell dear.
Now let many here record the name
Of one whose pupils hold him dear
Who gained their friendship and esteem
Who ruled by love and not by fear
We love the man, admire the work
And bless the genial Mr. Burke
Perth’s population now amounts
According to the last accounts
Compiled from latest rolls
To hear three thousand souls.
Some fat, some lean, some large, some small
Some stout, some thin, some short, some tall
Some quite youths, some sportive blades
Some married folk some cross old maids
And Perth can boast of ladies fair
With deep blue eyes and golden hair
While lovely girls are hourly met
With eyes and tresses black as jet.
Which is the better of the two
The brilliant black or melting blue?
What would earth be without a fair one’s smile
To cheer our hearts—our weary hours beguile
What would earth be without those lustrous eyes
Whose tender glances we so highly prize
Without those beaming eyes and smiling faces
This earth of ours would be a wretched place
A world forlorn, deserted dreare
Nor would I ask to linger here.
Many of our girls lead happy lives
May they become true loving wives
And fond devoted mothers
God bless all lassies on this earth
But bless the pretty girls of Perth
Much more than any other.
The Honorable R. Matheson
Has long been M.L.C.
A Morris Esq., also is
Our present M.P.P.
The former is a man of worth
Integrity and zeal
Who strives to do his duty well
And seeks the public weal
Whose sands of life are nearly run
Who when his life shall end
As full of honors as of years
Shall to the grave descend
And may the latter gentleman
By all his actions show
That what he does is never done pro bono public
May he have happiness and health
Joy, honor, wealth and fame
And leave behind him when he dies
A clear, unsullied name.
J. Malloch, Esq., is our Judge
A judge of good report
Who shows true dignity and ease
Presiding at the court
A genial, social gentleman
One whose addresses tell
He loves a joke, enjoys a laugh
And wears the ermine well
God bless His Honor, grant him health
Peace, comfort, happiness and wealth.
J. Thompson Esq., is the name
Our worthy sheriff bears
He is an upright, honest man
Who minds his own affairs
Kind hearted, generous and free
Long may he live and happy be
Long may he fill his present berth
And be an ornament to Perth.
Our clergymen instruct the youth
The Rev. Thomas Hart, B.A.
Whom while our citizens esteem
His pupils honor, love, obey
Six others speak the word of truth
And seek to show the narrow way
The preacher I admire the most
Is one who is himself a host
His style is good, his language free
And his initials J.B.D.
The Reverence R.L. Stephenson
I trust will prospered be
And also hope that on his church
A spire I will shortly see
The other four who yet remain
Are Messrs. Hansford, Knott and Bain
And last of all though not the least
Father
McDonagh, the R.C. priest.
May all these clergymen be blessed
And when from earth they go
May they enjoy eternal rest
Where pleasures ever flow.
Messrs. A. Morris, Deacon, Fraser, Shaw
McMartin, Buell, Beynon, practice law
The second soon will be a judge
An honor none to him begrudge
Indeed I hope he yet will be
Chief Justice Deacon, L.L. D.
And when the last subpoena comes
Commanding their appearance
The “summons” all will soon obey
From which there is no clearance
May all our lawyers reach the shore
Where “precepts”, “writs”, “unjunctions” “wills”
Fees, mortgages, deed codicils
Advices, actions, lawyer’s bills
Costs, suits and trials are no more.
Five doctors: Wilson, Howden, Horsey
J. Kellock, Nichol practice physic
No quacks are they but men of skill
Yet folks must die, do what they will
And spite of powder, drug or pill
No M.D. I’m very sure,
Has ever found the “perfect cure”
Though some apply a sticking plaster
And keep the folks from going faster
When death whom none can disobey
Whose summons must be heeded
Doth bid our doctors come away
May they arrive where pains and ills
And doses, powders, drugs and pills
Are neither known or needed.
Here let me name two clergymen
Whose deeds we ought to cherish
Who preached in Perth for many years
Who were among our pioneers
Let not their memory perish
Let young and old remember
The names and actions well
Of Reverend Michael Harris
And the Rev. William Bell.
A doctor too, not long deceased
May our remembrances claim
A skilled physician, tender, kind
Let all who knew him bear in mind
James Stewart Nichols’ name
Should any Fenians dare appear
They will meet a warm reception here
From many a loyal volunteer
Two companies we now possess
And may their shadows n’er grow less
As to the van that bravely press
May they defend their country’s cause
Uphold her liberty and laws
For truth and freedom nobly stand
And be an honor to our land
Perth has 100 firemen bold
Two companies of red and blue
In summer’s heat and winter’s cold
Prepared their duty still to do
Our fireman and our volunteers
Are worthy of three times three cheers
The schoolhouse once some twenty square
Was but a wretched log affair
The schoolhouse now is built of stone
A building Perth is proud to own
Accommodates 300 scholars
And cost about $4,000
R. Douglas is the builder’s name
A gentleman of portly fame
Commanding presence, stately mien
A worthy subject of the Queen.
3,000 pounds the market cost
We do not think the money lost
For ‘tis indeed a grand affair
And gives the town a business air
Judge Malloch’s handsome residence
Than which Perth has no other such
Cost some 400,000 pence
And Mr. Shaw’s about as much.
Of six good churches Perth can boast
A court house jail stores quite a host
Fine private dwellings, banks, hotels
And rink where merry beaux and belles
Meet on the tee to have a skate
And move along at a rapid rate
The “fallen angels” there are found
Yet joy and pleasure much abound
Old Fogies talk of wasting time
And speak of skating as a crime
But truth to tell I do not think
There is any danger in the rink
Except that some may get a fall
At which we laugh and that is all.
The Standard and Examiner
The first newspapers here
Dr. Tully and by Stewart owned
No longer now appear
The Family Herald, too, is dead
But others occupy its stead.
The Courier was first begin
In Eighteen Hundred Thirty Four
‘Twas published by John Cameron
Who is alas! No more
His days on earth were quickly done
His race was but too swiftly run
Beloved while living mourned when dead
For him a silent tear is shed.
The next proprietor was one
Who is now known to fame
The Honorable M. Cameron
Well worthy of the name.
May he have pleasure and success
And long enjoy true happiness
James Thompson, Esq., was the third
His cause was just and wise
The fourth was Charles Rice, Esq.
Now Clerk of the Assize
Two worthy men they worked with zeal
And sought to aid the public weal.
The fifth one—he who edits now
Is Mr. George L. Walker
Who knows his business, drives his quill
And is no idle talker
But one who minds his p’s and q’s
And has correct, enlightened views
His paper now is 32
Is young and strong – as good as new.
Then there is the Perth Expositor
The British Standard, too
But what we want three papers for
Is beyond my view
However, if they make it pay
I am very glad to hear it
T. Scott the former publishes
B. Campbell prints the latter
To give us notices and news
And information scatters
When editors are called to die
In printer’s parlance “locked to pl- - -“
And must become “dead matter”
This epitaph I would suggest
Here lies an editor at rest
Yet though he lies he was forsooth
A man who always told the truth
And sought to do his very best
All false reports to batter.
An Orange Lodge in Perth is found
St. Patrick’s men go marching round
Freemasons too and Sons abound
“Come join the Orange ranks” said one
To him I thus refused
“Oh I’m not green enough for that”
“And beg to be excused”
“Come be a Mason” said a friend
“Oh not at all” said I
“I’d sooner for a lawyer be”
“And that’s the reason why”
“Come join the Sons” another asked
“Drink naught but sparking water”
I said “with all respect for thee”
“Id rather join a Daughter”
Court, county, market, council, clerks
Rice,
Moffatt, Berford, Graham, Brooke
Not one of these his duty shirks
Or tries cute dodges, tricks or quirks
Now let us at the Council look
R. Shaw, Esq., is presiding Mayor
John Doran, Esq., is our Reeve
R. Douglas, Esq., deputy
Two good officials I believe
O’Brien, Allan act together
United in the bonds of leather
This much I’ll say for all the rest
They seem to do their very best
And keep expenses down
And benefit the town.
McCaffrey is town treasurer
Moorehouse collects our tax
T. Cosgrove is head constable
And Kellock is not lax
In watching each and every cell
And guarding all our “jail birds”
well
T. Cairns is postmaster now
A civil, kind, obliging man
He has besides a Sunday name
Move-the-post-office-if-you-can
Which is in plain English to say
The office cannot be moved away.
Now at the close I wish to say
To all the citizens of Perth
May you be prospered every day
And long remain in health
Should war arise or trouble come
May each and all of us be seen
Most nobly striving to defend
Our town__our County__and our Quebec
Posted: 07 April, 2005