Yes, reader--you may well stare! but such is absolutely the rubbish which has been shot from the Chiswick Press. Next--hear it, ye powers of impudence!--Allan Cunningham's beautiful ballad of Lady Anne, makes its appearance as "Lady Nell." We need scarcely add that in such hands the virgin degenerates into a drab. The other remodelments are trash. The "Merchant's Garland" is a new version by Sheldon of a street ditty called the "Factor's Garland," of which we happen to have a copy in a collection of penny histories. It is as much an ancient ballad as the Murder of William Weare--is dear at the ransom of a brass farthing--and commences thus: "Behold, here's a ditty that's new, and no jest, Concerning a young gentleman in the East, Who, by his great gaming came to poverty, And afterwards went many voyages to sea. Being well educated, and one of great wit, Three merchants of London, they all thought it fit, To make him their captain, and factor also, And for them to Turkey a voyage he did go." This is sorry enough doggrel, as every one who has the capacity of reckoning feet upon his fingers must allow; but Sheldon fairly trumps it. In a fit of enthusiasm, he has enlisted the name of a friend in the service, and that gentleman must doubtless feel infinitely obliged for the honour of such immortalisation. "Syr Carnegie's gane owre the sea, And's plowing thro' the main, And now must make a lang voyage, The red gold for to gain. Now woe befall the cogging die, And weary the painted beuks, A Christian curse go with all naigs, And eke all hounds and cocks. Three merchants of great London town, To save the youth were bent, And they sent him as factor to Turkish ground, For the gaming has hym shent."