In 1822 a volume of Poems was published by Hurst, Robinson and Co., of London, and in Edinburgh by Archibald Constable and Co., entitled "THE BRIDAL OF CAÖLCHAIRN, and other Poems, by Sir Walter Scott, Bart." In the same year another edition was published by T. Hookham, Old Bond Street, London, on the title-page of which the work was said to be "by John Hay Allan, Esq." The volume was dedicated to the Duke of Argyle, it had no preface, nor any explanation of the author's impudent attempt to pass off his work upon the public as that of Sir Walter Scott. The poems are of a serious nature, and would not have been mentioned here, had it not been for the hoax as to their authorship. :0: Rejected Odes, edited by Humphrey Hedgehog, Esq. (London, J. Johnston, 1813), contains an imitation of Scott's poetry, but it is not worth quoting. When George IV, visited Scotland in August, 1822, Scott wrote an imitation of an old Jacobite ditty, Carle, now the King's come, it was in two parts, and was published as a broadside. This was parodied, under the title of Sawney, now the King's come, of which it is very difficult now to obtain a copy. In the third volume of the works of the late Thomas Love Peacock (London, R. Bentley and Son, 1875) there is a Border Ballad written in imitation of Sir Walter Scott. This was one of the "Paper Money Lyrics" which were written by Peacock in 1825, and published in 1837, it has little to interest modern readers. Several other Parodies of Scott have appeared in Punch, in addition to those here reprinted. One, entitled The Battle of Wimbledon, which appeared on July 19, 1862, consists principally of an enumeration of the most famous shots amongst the Volunteers of the day. Another, The Nile Song, June 6, 1863, in imitation of "Hail to the Chief," celebrates the announcement made by Sir R. Murchison, at the Royal Geographical Society that Messrs. Speke and Grant had discovered the sources of the Nile. A few other Parodies of detached passages of Scott's poems are to be found in the early numbers of Blackwood's Magazine, some of which were written by Professor Wilson (Christopher North.) Many of Scott's novels have been dramatised, and also burlesqued, these will be enumerated when dealing with his prose works. It may here be mentioned, however, that a burlesque of Kenilworth, written by R. Reece and H. B. Farnie is now being performed at the Avenue Theatre, London. SMOKING'S QUITE REGULAR. "When pigs run wild about the streets, with straw in their mouths, it is a sign of rain."—Old Saying. SMOKE! Smoke! Arcade and College-green, Blow blow! smokers and pugilists; Let there be piping and blowing no matter how. Piping and blowing there's nothing else thought of now. Puff! puff! that's doing what is right. Puff till you've blinded his majesty's lieges, Puff! puff! bakers and pastry-cooks, Spit spit all who love bacca smoke, Pipe! pipe! pipers and naughty brats ; Excellent metre ! I know you all cry of course. From WISEHEART'S NEW COMIC SONGSTER, Dublin (about 1832, when smoking was first becoming prevalent). ·:0: "OH, WHERE, AND OH WHERE." (Written by Mrs. Grant, of Laggan, "On the Marquis of Huntly's departure for the Continent with his Regiment in 1799.") On where, tell me where, is your Highland Laddie gone? He's gone with streaming banners, where noble deeds are done, And my sad heart will tremble, till he come safely home. Should pierce your Highland Laddie, and all your hopes confound! The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly, The spirit of a Highland chief would lighten in his eye! But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland's bonny bounds, His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds, While wide through all our Highland hills his warlike name resounds. PUNCH'S SERENADE. OH where, and oh where, is my Harry Brougham gone?— He's gone to see the French, and Philippe upon his throne, And it's oh! in my heart, I wish him safe at home. Oh where, and oh where, does my Harry Brougham dwell?— He dwells at Cannes in bonny France, and likes it very well; But recollect 'tis not the Cann's where gravy soup they sell. In what clothes, in what clothes, is your Harry Brougham clad? His hunting coat's of velvet green, his trowsers are of plaid; And it's oh! in my heart, he can't look very bad. Suppose, and suppose, that your Harry Brougham should die! Dog Toby would weep over him, and Punch himself would cry: But it's oh! in our hearts, that we hope he will not die. Lord Brougham went to his château at Cannes.-Passing through Paris, he, as usual, paid his respects to Louis Philippe. Life of Lord Brougham. SONG OF THE SLIGHTED SUITOR. OH where, and oh where, has my learned counsel gone? THE GREAT KILT REFORM. OH where, and oh where, is your Highland Laddie gone? Oh, he's gone into the hospital, with pains in every bone; And it's oh! in my heart, that I wish he'd breeks put on ! What clothes, oh what clothes, did your Highland Laddie wear? Oh, his shoulders were well covered, but his legs were left all bare ; And it's oh! how that part must have felt the wintry air! Oh why, and oh why, was your Highland Lad not dress'd? Oh, some people say with half his clothes the Highlander looks best; But it's oh! in my heart, that I wish he'd wear the rest! Suppose that his dress, now your Highland lad reform, Oh, I think 'twould be more decent, and I know 'twould be more warm; And it's oh! in my heart, that I hope he will reform. Suppose and suppose that they make your Highland lad Wear decent coat and trowsers, 'stead of kilt and tartan plaid? Then it's oh! in my heart, but just should'nt I be glad! Suppose and suppose that they keep the costume old; Oh! this winter's so severe, I'm sure he'll catch his death of cold; And it's oh! bless my heart! how my Laddie would be sold! Diogenes, p 22, Vol. 3, 1854. WANDERING Willie. OH where, and oh where, has our Wand'ring Willie gone? Oh where, and oh where, has our Wand'ring Willie been? Oh why, and oh why, did our Wand'ring Willie roam So far from Greenwich Hospital, so far from Oxford's dome? For he knows in his heart he had better stop at home. In what way, in what way, was our Wand'ring Will addressed? As if he of all statesmen was wisest, truest, best, Oh what, and oh what, does our Wand'ring Willie need? And oh how, and oh how, would our Wand'ring Willie act If by his will the Government were out of office packed? And it's oh, he don't know, and oh, that's a solemn fact. Judy, December 31, 1879. 10: BONNIE DUNDEE; OR, THE STRIKE IN THE KITCHEN. (Another strike is announced, the malcontents being on this occasion gentlemen's servants. A crowded meeting of butlers, coachmen, footmen, gardeners, and stablemen was held at Leamington; the butler of Leamington College being in the chair. The demands were for shorter hours and increased pay; while the separation of married couples was deprecated as conducive to immorality. Cheers were given at the conclusion of the meeting for The Maids of Dundee."-Daily Paper, April 30th, 1872.) To the gents of the pantry 'twas Yellow-plush spoke, Our rule is, Do nothing and get all you can. "'Tis true that their meeting all ended in smoke, So go out on strike, gents, that is your plan; "What may not result from this union of schemes, We'll soon be installed in the salon, you know, So go in for union' each Benedict man. With a mate from the maidens of bonnie Dundee. "Then come from the pantry, the kitchen, the hall, Quick! down with the master, and up with the man, You'll each one deserve a poor curate to be If you don't join your lots with the maids of Dundee." The Hornet, May 8, 1872. THE MAIDENS OF BONNIe Dundee. ("The Dundee servant maids have quarrelled with the reporters, whom they charge with having made their meetings ridiculous. They refused to have their last meeting reported.") AND did they its meeting turn into a joke, In the "platform" assumed by the maids of Dundee? Let each be placed rigidly under the ban. Dare we hope, as result of this last little game, A deal of the talkee-talk does end in smoke. Should St. Stephen's be wise, and this maxim adopt, Now the Stone is erected, objectors are beat, So crash goes the hansom, and smash goes the van, There are fools in the East as in West, South, or North, Come, abandon the scheme, and have done with the Stone ! Punch, September 18, 1880. The Temple Bar memorial, erected in the centre of a narrow and very busy thoroughfare, cost London over £12,coo. So great was the annoyance it caused, both on account of its obstruction and its ugliness, that two policemen were placed to guard it night and day, yet, in spite of their watchfulness, the carvings were smashed wherever they could be reached. The grotesque Griffin which surmounts the memorial is still the laughing stock of every passer-by. J. C. he is started, he puffs through the land; "Come fill up," &c. There are games beyond Gladstone, and fields beyond Forth ; If there's farms in the Southland, there's crofts in the North; There are braw whiskey-drinkers, three thousand times three, Who'll " go blind on the system of jawing J. C. "Come fill up," &c, . "Then away to the garrets, the cellars, and slums— Come fill up my inkpot and whittle my pen, To meeting my Radicals, sing out like men; Fling everything open, we all will be free, For plunder's the system of jawing J. C." The Globe, December 1, 1885, :0: THE DISSOLUTION. In the House of St. Stephen's Britannia thus spoke : You have squandered my money in powder and shot; You have fostered intolerance-bigotry's ban; But now my affairs which you've scattered and strown, The Weekly Despatch, November 15, 1885. JAWING "J. C." (AIR, "BONNIE DUNDEE.") Come fill up my inkpot and whittle my pen, "THE CAMPBELL'S ARE COMING." Dr. John Cumming, minister of the Scotch church, in London, frequently introduced controversial matters into his sermons, and was at times rather violent in his denuuciations of the Pope, and Roman Catholicism. The Pope wrote inviting him to go to Rome, but intimated that he would not consent to reopen a discussion on theological questions which had long since been decided by his august predecessors. The two following parodies on the subject appeared in Punch, which has always been exceedingly bitter in its attacks on the Roman Catholics and their priesthood. So much so that Richard Doyle (himself a Catholic), one of the most talented artists who ever drew for Punch, retired from its staff on that account. THE POP' AN' JOCK CUMMING. THE Pop' an' Jock Cumming, oh dear, oh dear! The Pop' till his Council did all invite, "Ye've sic an' sic points I could ne'er mak' oot, The Pop' to Jock Cumming mak's no reply; The Pop' and his Cardinals sing fu' sma, Punch. HEY, JOHNNY CUMMING! (Air—“Hey, Johnny Cope!") HEY, Johnny Cumming! are ye waukin' yet! To shrive Johnny Cumming i' the mornin'. When Pawpie read the letter on, We'll mak' short wark wi' this heretic son A line through Manning the douce auld Pop' Get hoot wi' your chaff of a mornin'! An' your errors recant, and haud your jaw, Ye'll come to mak' submission mute, Shall naething say but,There's Our fute, When Johnnie gat the Pop's reply, The commission ye claim of a mornin'." Twice ten Munich Doctors of canon law An' what aff of his throne i' the mornin'." When Pawpish Doctors disagree As to what maks gude the Pop's decree, To ae canna Scot of a mornin'. Nae dogmies Pio will discuss To prove whilk wad auld Nick nonplus : Punch. Canna meet Johnnie Cumming i' the mornin'. :0: KHARTOUM. THE Camels are coming at last, at last! Over the desert so fast, so fast! Daring canoe-men from Canada's shore THE MILLIONAIRE ON THE MOORS. My 'art's in the 'Ighlands, my 'art it ain't 'ere, I now and agin leave my ware'ouse be'ind, Poor beggars, and therefore you'll own they was free, :0: THE TOURIST'S MATRIMONIAL GUIDE THROUGH SCOTLAND. The following song, to the tune of "Woo'd and married an' a'," was written by a distinguished Scotch judge, Lord Neaves, it may therefore be taken as giving a correct view of the curious state of the Scotch law relating to marriage. YE tourists, who Scotland would enter, |