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* This imitation of an old Jacobite ditty was written on the 5 The Castle.
appearance, in the Frith of Forth, of the fleet which conveyed 6 MS.-“Come, Athole, from your hills and woods,
his Majesty King George the Fourth to Scotland, in August

Bring down your Hielandmen in cluds, 1822; and was published as a broadside.

With bannet, brogue, and tartan duds.' 9 Lord Montagu, uncle and guardian to the young Duke of

7 Sir George Clerk of Pennycuik, Bart. The Baron of PennyBuccleuch, placed his Grace's residence of Dalkeith at his Ma

cuik is bound by his tenure, whenever the King comes to Edin jesty's disposal during his visit to Scotland.

burgh, to receive him at the Harestone (in which the standard

of James IV. was erected when his army encamped on the 3 Charles, the tenth Earl of Haddington, died in 1828. Boronghmuir, before his fatal expedition to England,) now

4 The Duke of Hamilton, as Earl of Angus, carried the an built into the park-wall at the end of Tipperlin Lone, near the cicnt royal crown of Scotland on horseback in King George's Borough muir-head; and, standing thereon, to give three blasts procession, from Holyrood to the Castle.

on a horn.

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I MS._"Brave Arthur Seat's a story higher;

lived could not appreciate, having been detained for nina Saint Abbe is shouting to Kintire,

months in the Castle of Edinburgh by his factious nobles, was ‘You lion, light up a crest of fire.'

relieved by the citizens of Edinburgh, who assaulted the As seen from the west, the ridge of Arthur's Seat bears a castle and took it by surprise; on which occasion James premarked resemblance to a lion couchant.

sented the citizens with this banner, “with a power to display 2 Mr. Oman, landlord of the Waterloo Hotel.

3 Empty.

the same in defence of their king, country, and their own • The Lord Provost had the agreeable surprise to hear his rights."—Note to this stanza in the Account of the King's health proposed, at the civic banquet given to George IV. in Visit,&c. 8vo. 1822. the Parliament-House, as "Sir William Arbuthnot, Bart.” 6 Sir Thomas Bradford, then commander of the forces in 6 The Blue Blanket is the standard of the incorporated Scotland.

7 Edinburgh Castle. trades of Edinburgh, and is kept by their convener, "at whose 8 Lord Melville was colonel of the Mid-Lothian Yeomanry appearance there with," observes Maitland, “ 'tis said, that not Cavalry: Sir John Hope of Pinkie, Bart., Major; and Robert only the artificers of Edinburgh are obliged to repair to it, but Cockburn, Esq., and Lord Elcho, were captains in the same all the artificers or craftsmen within Scotland are bound to fol. corps, to which Sir Walter Scott had formerly belonged. lowit, and fight under the convener of Edinburgh as aforesaid." 9 The Scots Greys, headed by their gallant colonel, General According to an old tradition, this standard was used in the Sir James Stewart of Coltness, Bart., were on duty at EdinHoly Wars by a body of crusading citizens of Edinburgh, and burgh during the King's visit. Bonaparte's exclamation at was the first that was planted on the walls of Jerusalem, when Waterloo is well known: “Ces beaux chevaux gris, commo that city was stormed by the Christian army under the famous ils travaillent!" Godfrey. But the real history of it seems to be this:-James 10 Marquis of Huntly, who since became the last Duke of III., a prince who had virtues which the rude age in which he Gordon, was colonel of the 42d Regiment, and died in 1836.

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1 Colonel Ronaldson Macdonell of Glengarry-who died in land, was permitted to act as deputy for his mother in that anuary, 1828.

honourable office. After ohtaining his Majesty's permission 9 The Earl of Errol is hereditary Lord High-Constable of Honourable John M. Stuart, second son of the Earl of Moray.

to depart for Dunrobin Castle, his place was supplied by the Scotland.

--ED. 3 In more correct Gaelic orthography, Banamhorar-Chat, • The Author's friend and relation, the late Sir Alexander or the Great Lady, (literally Female Lord of the Chatte ;) the Keith, of Dunottar and Ravelstone. Celtic title of the Countess of Sutherland. “Evin unto this

5 MS.-—" Rise up, Sir John, of projects rife, day, the countrey of Sutherland is yet called Cattey, the inha

And wuss him health and length of life, bitants Catteigh, and the Earl of Sutherland Morweir Cattey,

And win the thanks of an auld wife." in old Scottish or Irish; which language the inhabitants of this countrey doe still use."-GORDON's Genealogical History of The Right Honourable Sir John Sinclair, Bart. author or the Earls of Sutherland, p. 18. It was determined by his Ma “ The Code of Health and Longevity," &c. &c.,-the welljesty, that the right of carrying the sceptre lay with this poble known patron and projecter of national and patriotic plans and family; and Lord Francis Lereson Gower, (now Egerton,) improvements innumerable, died 21st December 1835, in his second son of the Countess (afterwards Duchess) of Suther- eighty second year. ---ED.

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(3.)-CHAP. IV.

Dissolving her rich pearl in the brimm'd wine-cup Ay, sir, the clouted shoe hath ofttimes craft in't, "These are the arts, Lothario, which shrink acres As says the rustic proverb; and your citizen,

Into brief yards-bring sterling pounds to farthings, In's grogram suit,gold chain, and well-black'd shoes,

Credit to infamy; and the poor gull, Bears under his flat

Who might have lived an honour'd, easy life, ofttimes a brain

cap Wiser than burns beneath the cap and feather,

To ruin, and an unregarded grave. Or seethes within the statesman's velvet nightcap.

The Changes. Read me my Riddle.

(9.)-CHAP. XII. (4.)CHAP. V.

This is the very barn-yard, Wherefore come ye not to court!

Where muster daily the prime cocks o' the game, Certain 'tis the rarest sport;

Ruffle their pinions, crow till they are hoarse, There are silks and jewels glistening,

And spar about a barleycorn. Here, too, chickens Prattling fools and wise men listening,

The callow, unfledged brood of forward folly, Bullies among brave men justling,

Learn first to rear the crest, and aim the spur, Beggars amongst nobles bustling;

And tune their note like full-plumed Chanticleer. Low-breath'd talkers, minion lispers,

The Bear Garden. Cutting honest throats by whispers;

(10.)-CHAP. XIII. Wherefore come ye not to court? Skelton swears 'tis glorious sport.

Let the proud salmon gorge the feather'd hook, Skelton Skeltonizeth. Then strike, and then you have him. He will wince;

Spin out your line that it sball whistle from you (5.)–CHAP. VI.

Some twenty yards or so, yet you shall have him0, I do know him—'tis the mouldy lemon

Marry! you must have patience—the stout rock Which our court wits will wet their lips withal, Which is his trust, hath edges something sharp; When they would sauce their honied conversation And the deep pool hath ooze and sludge enough With somewhat sharper flavour.–Marry, sir, To mar your fishing—'less you are more careful. That virtue's wellnigh left him—all the juice

Albion or the Double Kings. That was so sharp and poignant, is squeezed out; While the poor rind, although as sour as ever,

(11.)-CHAP. xvi. Must season soon the draff we give our grunters, Give way-give way-I must and will have justice. For two-legg'd things are weary on't.

And tell me not of privilege and place;
The Chamberlain-A Comedy. Where I am injured, there I'll sue redress.

Look to it, every one who bars my access;
(6.)-CHAP. VII.

I have a heart to feel the injury, Things needful we have thought on; but the thing

A hand to right myself, and, by my honour, Of all most needful—that which Scripture terms,

That hand shall grasp what grey-beard Law denies As if alone it merited regard, The ONE thing needful—that 's yet unconsider'd.

The Chamberlain. The Chamberlain.

(12.)–CHAP. XVII. (7.)-CHAP. VIII.

Come hither, young one-Mark me! Thou art now Ah! mark the matron well—and laugh not, Harry,

'Mongst men o' the sword, that live by reputation At her old steeple-hat and velvet guard

More than by constant income--Single-suited I've call'd her like the ear of Dionysius;

They are, I grant you; yet each single suit I mean that ear-form'd vault, built o'er the dungeon,

Maintains, on the rough guess, a thousand followers, To catch the groans and discontented murmurs

And they be men, who, hazarding their all, Of his poor bondsmen.-Even so doth Martha

Needful apparel, necessary income, Drink up, for her own purpose, all that passes,

And human body, and immortal soul, Or is supposed to pass, in this wide city

Do in the very deed but hazard nothingShe can retail it too, if that her profit

So strictly is that all bound in reversion; Shall call on her to do 80; and retail it

Clothes to the broker, income to the usurer,For your advantage, so that you can make

And body to disease, and soul to the foul fiend; Your profit jump with hers.

Who laughs to see Soldadoes and fooladoes,
The Conspiracy.
Play better than himself his gaine on earth.

The Molocks. (8.)-CHAP. X. Bid not thy fortune troll upon the wheels

(13. CHAP. XVIII. Of yonder dancing cubs of mottled bone;

Mother. What! dazzled by a flash of Cupid's mirror, And drown it not, like Egypt's royal harlot, With which the boy, as mortal urchins wont,

me.

Old Play.

more.

Flings back the sunbeam in the eye of passengers-

(20.)-CHAP. XXVI. Then laughs to see them stumble!

Give us good voyage, gentle stream--we stun not Daughter. Mother! no

Thy sober ear with sounds of revelry; It was a lightning-flash which dazzled me,

Wake not the slumbering echoes of thy banks And never shall these eyes see true again.

With voice of flute and horn--we do but seek Beef and Pudding.An Old English Comedy.

On the broad pathway of thy swelling bosom

To glide in silent safety. (14.)-CHAP. xix.

The Double Bridal. By this good light, a wench of matchless mettle! This were a leaguer-lass to love a soldier,

(21.)—CHAP. xxvii. To bind his wounds, and kiss his bloody brow,

This way lie safety and a sure retreat ; And sing a roundel as she help'd to arm him,

Yonder lie danger, shame, and punishment. Though the rough foeman's drums were beat so

Most welcome danger then-Nay, let me say, nigh,

Though spoke with swelling heart-welcome e'en They seem`d to bear the burden.

shame;

And welcome punishment-for, call me guilty, (15.)–CHAP. XX.

I do but pay the tax that 's due to justice;

And call me guiltless, then that punishment Credit me, friend, it hath been ever thus,

Is shame to those alone who do inflict it. Since the ark rested on Mount Ararat.

The Tribunal, False man hath sworn, and woman hath believed Repented and reproach'd, and then believed once

(22.)-CHAP. xxix. The New World.

How fares the man on whom good men would look (16.)-CHAP. XXI.

With eyes where scorn and censure combated,

But that kind Christian love hath taught the legRove not from pole to pole—the man lives here Whose razor's only equall’d by his beer;

That they who merit most contempt and hate, And where, in either sense, the cockney-put

Do most deserve our pity

Old Play. May, if he pleases, get confounded cut. On the Sign of an Alehouse kept by a Barber.

(23.)—CHAP. XXXI. (17.)-CHAP. XXII.

Marry, come up, sir, with your gentle blood !

Here's a red stream beneath this coarse blue Chance will not do the work-Chance sends the

doublet, breeze;

That warms the heart as kindly as if drawn But if the pilot slumber at the helm,

From the far source of old Assyrian kings, The very wind that wafts us towards the port

Who first made mankind subject to their sway. May dash us on the shelves.—The steersman's part

Old Play. is vigilance, Blow it or rough or smooth.

(24.)-CHAP. XXXV. Old Play.

We are not worse at once the course of evil (18.)—CHAP. xxiv.

Begins so slowly, and from such slight source,

An infant's hand might stem its breach with clay; This is the time-Heaven's maiden-sentinel

But let the stream get deeper, and philosophyHath quitted her high watch—the lesser spangles

Ay, and religion too,-shall strive in vain Are paling one by one; give me the ladder

To turn the headlong torrent. And the short lever-bid Anthony

Old Play
Keep with his carabine the wicket-gate;
And do thou bare thy knife and follow me,
For we will in and do it-darkness like this
Is dawning of our fortunes.

From
Old Play.

son

Peveril of the Peak.

1823.

(19.)–CHAP. xxv.
Death finds us ’mid our playthings-snatches us,
As a cross nurse might do a wayward child,
From all our toys and baubles. His rough call
Unlooses all our favourite ties on earth;
And well if they are such as may be answer'd
In yonder world, where all is judged of truly.

Old Play.

MOTTOES.

(1.)--CHAP. II. Why then, we will have bellowing of beeves, Broaching of barrels, brandishing of spigots;

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