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Hard was his lot and lodging, you'll allow,
A wigwam that would hardly serve a sow;
His landlord, and of middle-men two brace,
Had screw'd his rent up to the starving-place;
His garment was a top-coat, and an old one,
His meal was a potato, and a cold one;
But still for fun or frolic, and all that,
In the round world was not the match of Pat.

The Sultaun saw him on a holiday
Which is with Paddy still a jolly day:
When mass is ended, and his load of sins
Confess'd, and Mother Church hath from her binns
Dealt forth a bonus of imputed merit,
Then is Pat's time for fancy, whim, and spirit !
To jest, to sing, to caper fair and free,
And dance as light as leaf upon the tree.
“ By Mahomet,” said Sultaun Solimaun,
" That ragged fellow is our very man!
Rush in and seize him— do not do him hurt,
But, will be nill he, let me have his shirt."

XXII. Shilela their plan was wellnigh after balking, (Much less provocation will set it a-walking,) But the odds that foil'd Hercules foild Paddy Whack; They seized, and they floor'd, and they stripp'd him

Alack ! Up-bubboo ! Paddy had not a shirt to his back!! And the King, disappointed, with sorrow and shame, Went back to Serendib as sad as he came.

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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.

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.

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[“ 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.]

* 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.

The future legal sage, 't was 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?' '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.

* 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.

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[" After the play, the following humorous address (ascribea to

an eminent literary character) was spoken with infinite effect by Mr. Mackay, in the character of Meg Dodds.”—Edinburgh Weekly Journul, 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 -
The Water-holewas right weel wared

On sic a gang:


[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.]

But whar's the gude Tolbooth' gane now? Whar's the auld Claught, wi' red and blue? Whar's Jamie Laing? and whar's John Doo!3

And whar's the Weigh-house? Deil hae't I see but what is new,

Except the Playhouse!

Yoursells are changed frae head to heel,
There's some that


causeway reet With clashing hufe and rattling wheel,

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!


"[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.]

* [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.]

"* [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.]

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