EPILOGUE TO THE APPEAL'

SPOKEN BY MRS HENRY SIDDONS,

FEB. 16, 1818.

A cat of yore (or else old Æsop lied)
Was changed into a fair and blooming bride,
But spied a mouse upon her marriage-day,
Forgot her spouse, and seized upon her prey;
Even thus my bridegroom lawyer, as you saw,
Threw off poor me, and pounced upon papa.
His neck from Hymen's mystic knot made loose,
He twisted round my sire's the literal noose.
Such are the fruits of our dramatic labour
Since the New Jail became our next-door neighbour."

["The Appeal," a Tragedy, by John Galt, the celebrated author of the "Annals of the Parish," and other Novels, was played for four nights at this time in Edinburgh.]

2 It is necessary to mention, that the allusions in this piece are all local, and addressed only to the Edinburgh audience. The new prisons of the city, on the Calton Hill, are not far from the theatre.

Yes, times are changed; for, in your father's age The lawyers were the patrons of the stage; However high advanced by future fate,

There stands the bench (points to the Pit) that first received their weight.

The future legal sage, 'twas ours to see,
Doom though unwigg'd, and plead without a fee.

But now, astounding each poor mimic elf,
Instead of lawyers comes the law herself;
Tremendous neighbour, on our right she dwells,
Builds high her towers and excavates her cells;
While on the left, she agitates the town,
With the tempestuous question, Up or down?1
"Twixt Scylla and Charybdis thus stand we,
Law's final end, and law's uncertainty.

But, soft! who lives at Rome the Pope must flatter,
And jails and lawsuits are no jesting matter.
Then just farewell! We wait with serious awe
Till your applause or censure gives the law.
Trusting our humble efforts may assure ye,
We hold you Court and Counsel, Judge and Jury.

1 At this time, the public of Edinburgh was much agitated by a lawsuit betwixt the Magistrates and many of the Inhabitants of the City, concerning a range of new buildings on the western side of the North Bridge; which the latter insisted should be removed as a deformity.

EPILOGUE

TO THE DRAMA FOUNDED ON “ST RONAN'S WELL.”

["After the play, the following humorous address (ascribed to an eminent literary character) was spoken with infinite effect by Mr Mackay, in the character of Meg Dodds." Edinburgh Weekly Journal, 9th June 1824.]

Enter MEG DODDS, encircled by a crowd of unruly boys, whom a town's-officer is driving off.

THAT'S right, friend-drive the gaitlings back,
And lend yon muckle ane a whack;
Your Embro' bairns are grown a pack,

Sae proud and saucy,

They scarce will let an auld wife walk

Upon your causey.

I've seen the day they would been scaur'd,
Wi' the Tolbooth, or wi' the Guard,

Or maybe wud hae some regard

For Jamie Laing-1

The Water-hole2 was right weel wared
On sic a gang.

But whar's the gude Tolbooth3 gane now?
Whar's the auld Claught, wi' red and blue?
Whar's Jamie Laing? and whar's John Doo?5
And whar's the Weigh-house?"

Deil hae't I see but what is new,

Except the Playhouse!

reel

Yoursells are changed frae head to heel,
There's
the causeway
some that gar
With clashing hufe and rattling wheel,

1 [James Laing was one of the Depute-Clerks of the city of Edinburgh, and in his official connexion with the Police and the Council-Chamber, his name was a constant terror to evil-doers. He died in February 1806.]

[The Watch-hole.]

3 [The Tolbooth of Edinburgh, the Heart of Mid-Lothian, was pulled down in 1817.]

[The ancient Town Guard. The reduced remnant of this body of police was finally disbanded in 1817.]

5 [John Doo, or Dhu-a terrific-looking and high-spirited member of the Town Guard, and of whom there is a print by Kay, etched in 1784.]

6 [The Weigh-House, situated at the head of the West Bow, Lawnmarket, and which had long been looked upon as an encumbrance to the street, was demolished in order to make way for the royal procession to the Castle, which took place on the 22d of August 1822.]

And horses canterin',

Wha's fathers' daundered hame as weel

Wi' lass and lantern.

Mysell being in the public line,

I look for howfs I kenn'd lang syne,
Whar gentles used to drink gude wine,
And eat cheap dinners;

But deil a soul gangs there to dine,

Of saints or sinners!

Fortune's1 and Hunter's 2 gane, alas!

3

And Bayle's is lost in empty space;
And now if folk would splice a brace,
Or crack a bottle,

They gang to a new-fangled place

They ca' a Hottle.

The deevil hottle them for Meg!
They are sae greedy and sae gleg,

1 [Fortune's Tavern-a house on the west side of the Old Stamp Office Close, High Street, and which was, in the early part of the last century, the mansion of the Earl of Eglintoun.-The Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the day held his ievees and dinners in this tavern.]

2 [Hunter's-another once much-frequented tavern, in Writer's Court, Royal Exchange.]

[Bayle's Tavern and Coffeehouse, originally on the North Bridge, east side, afterwards in Shakspeare Square, but removed to admit of the opening of Waterloo Place. Such was the dignified character of this house, that the waiter always appeared in full