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1 Lord Melville was Colonel of the Mid-Lothian Yeomanry Cavalry; Sir John Hope of Pinkie, Major; and Robert Cockburn, Esq., and Lord Elcho, were captains in the same corps.

2 The Scots Greys, under General Sir James Stewart of Coltness, were on duty at Edinburgh during the King's visit. Bonaparte's exclamation at Waterloo was, Ces beaux chevaux gris, comme ils travaillent! 3 Marquis of Huntly, Colonel of the 42nd Regiment. 4 Colonel Ronaldson Macdonnell of Glengarry. 5 The Earl of Errol is hereditary Lord HighConstable of Scotland.

6 A corruption of the Gaelic Banamhorar-Chat, or the Great Lady (literally Female Lord of the Chatte); the Celtic title of the Countess of Sutherland.

Knight Mareschal, see ye clear the gate

Carle, now the King's come!

'Kind cummer, Leith, ye've been mis-set,

But dinna be upon the fret-
Ye'se hae the handsel of him yet,
Carle, now the King's come!

'My daughters, come with een sae blue,

Your garlands weave, your blossoms strew;

He ne'er saw fairer flowers than you

Carle, now the King's come!

'What shall we do for the propineWe used to offer something fine, But ne'er a groat's in pouch of mine

Carle, now the King's come!

'Deil care-for that l'se never start, We'll welcome him with Highland heart;

Whate'er we have he's get a part

Carle, now the King's come!

'I'll show him mason-work this dayNane of your bricks of Babel clay, But towers shall stand till Time's away-

Carle, now the King's come!

'I'll show him wit, I'll show him lair, And gallant lads and lasses fair, And what wad kind heart wish for mair?

Carle, now the King's come!

'Step out, Sir John', of projects rife, Come win the thanks of an auld wife, And bring him health and length of life

Carle, now the King's come !'

[1 Sr John Sinclair,' patron and projector of national an patriotic plans,' says Lockhart.]

ONE VOLUME MORE.

(1823.)

(Written for the Bannatyne Club.)

ASSIST me, ye friends of Old Books and Old Wine,

To sing in the praises of sage Bannatyne,

Who left such a treasure of old Scottish lore

As enables each age to print one volume more.

One volume more, my friends, one volume more,

We'll ransack old Banny for one

volume more.

And first, Allan Ramsay was eager to glean

From Bannatyne's Hortus his bright Evergreen;

Two light little volumes (intended for four)

Still leave us the task to print one volume more.

One volume more, &c.

His ways were not ours, for he cared not a pin

How much he left out, or how much he put in ;

One volume more, my friends,

one volume more;

We'll restore Banny's manhood in one volume more.

John Pinkerton next, and I'm truly concern'd

I can't call that worthy so candid as learn'd;

He rail'd at the plaid and blasphemed the claymore,

And set Scots by the ears in his one volume more.

One volume more, my friends, one volume more,

Celt and Goth shall be pleased with one volume more.

Asbitter as gall, and as sharp as a razor, And feeding on herbs as a Nebuchadnezzar,

His diet too acid, his temper too sour, Little Ritson came out with his two volumes more.

But one volume, my friends, one volume more,

We'll dine on roast-beef and print

one volume more.

The stout Gothic yeditur1, next on the roll,

With his beard like a brush and as black as a coal,

And honest Greysteel' that was true to the core,

The truth of the reading he thought Lent their hearts and their hands each

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Ancient libels and contraband books, By a rowt in the papers-fine place for such matters.

I assure ye,

We'll print as secure from Exchequer I have, therefore, to make it for once

or Jury;

Then hear your Committee and let them count o'er

The Chiels they intend in their three volumes more.

Three volumes more, &c.

my command, sir,

That my gudeson shall leave the
whole thing in my hand, sir,

And by no means accomplish what
James says you threaten,
Some banter in Blackwood1 to claim
your dog-Latin.

They'll produce your King Jamie, the I have various reasons of weight,

sapient and Sext,

And the Bob of Dumblane and her
Bishops come next;

One tome miscellaneous they'll add to
your store,

Resolving next year to print four volumes more.

on my word, sir,

For pronouncing a step of this sort were absurd, sir.

Firstly, erudite sir, 'twas against your advising

I adopted the lines this monstrosity lies in ;

Four volumes more, my friends, For you modestly hinted my English

four volumes more;

Pay down your subscriptions for

four volumes more.

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translation

Would become better far such a

dignified station.

Second-how, in God's name, would my bacon be saved,

By not having writ what I clearly engraved?

On the contrary, I, on the whole, think it better

To be whipped as the thief, than his
lousy resetter.

Thirdly-don't you perceive that I
don't care a boddle
Although fifty false metres were flung
at my noddle,

For my back is as broad and as hard
as Benlomon''s,

And I treat as I please both the
Greeks and the Romans;
Whereas the said heathens might
rather look serious

At a kick on their drum from the
scribe of Valerius 2.
And, fourthly and lastly-it is my
good pleasure

To remain the sole source of that
murderous measure.

1 Blackwood's Magazine. 2 Lockhart's novel.

So stet pro ratione voluntas – be tractile, Invade not, I say, my own dear little dactyl;

If you do, you'll occasion a breach in our intercourse. To-morrow will see me in town for the winter-course,

But not at your door, at the usual hour, sir,

My own pye-house (pious!) daughter's good prog to devour, sir. Ergo-peace!-on your duty, your

squeamishness throttle,

And we'll soothe Priscian's spleen with a canny third bottle.

A fig for all dactyls, a fig for all spondees,

A fig for all dunces and dominie Grundys;

Stand forth, arch deceiver, and tell us in truth,

Are you handsome or ugly, in age or in youth?

Man, woman, or child-a dog or a mouse?

Or are you, at once, each live thing in the house?

Each live thing, did I ask ?—each dead implement, too,

A workshop in your person,—saw, chisel, and screw!

Above all, are you one individual? I know

You must be at least Alexandre and Co. But I think you're a troop-an assemblage-a mob,

And that I, as the Sheriff, should take up the job;

A fig for dry thrapples, south, north, | And instead of rehearsing your wonders

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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-

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

But whar's the gude Tolbooth gane now?

Whar's the auld Claught1, wi' red and

blue?

Whar's Jamie Laing?? and whar's
John Doo3?

house?

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And whar's the Weigh-I came a piece frae west o' Currie ";
And, since I see you're in a hurry,
Your patience I'll nae langer worry,
But be sae crouse

Deil hae 't I see but what is new,
Except the Playhouse!

Yoursells are changed frae head to heel,

There's some that gar the causeway

reel

With clashing hufe and rattling wheel,
And horses canterin',

Wha's fathers daunder'd 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 gane, alace!
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.

As speak a word for ane Will Murray",
That keeps this house.

Plays are auld-fashion'd things,in truth,
And ye've seen wonders mair un-
couth;

Yet actors shouldna suffer drouth,
Or want of dramock',
Although they speak but wi' their
mouth,

Not with their stamock.

But ye tak care of a' folk's pantry;
And surely to hae stooden sentry
Ower this big house (that's far frae
rent-free),

For a lone sister,
Is claims as gude's to be a ventri--
How 'st ca'd-loquister.

Weel, sirs, gude'en, and have a care
The bairns mak fun o' Meg nae mair;
For gin they do, she tells you fair,
And without failzie,

As sure as ever ye sit there,

She'll tell the Bailie.

The Town Guard, or city police; the Clutchers.]

2 An influential police official.]

[3 One of the Town Guard.}

14 All noted taverns.]

[5 Village near Edinburgh]

[6 Lessee of the Theatre.]
[ Food; meal and water.]

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