Who’d be goose enough to shave When he might the trouble save? Who’d to custom be a slave, Lest folks call him, Guy? Who, from old-established raw, Fresh blood each day are wont to draw While scraping at your nether jaw, Fling your razors by! By the cuts upon my chin, By the smarting of my skin, By the rage it puts me in, No more shave for me! Let moustache and whisker grow, O’er your breast the long beard flow; Let the barefaced shavers know What a beard should be! _Diogenes_, February, 1854. ―――― THE CZAR’S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY. Serfs, wha hae wi’ Kut’soff bled! Serfs, like beasts of burden led, Though readier far to go to bed―― Come to glorious victory! Now’s the day, and now’s the hour; Let Europe taste despotic power; Make the base pretenders cower; Down with Right and Liberty! Who will be a traitor knave, Shun the knout our fathers gave, And freedom from the Saxon crave? Patriot rebel, turn and flee! Who would feast on tallow fat, Strike a blow at Kalafat! Cossacks, lick your lips at that; Valiant Finsmen, on wi’ me! By our nobles’ crafty gains, By our vassals’ cherish’d chains, We will give our dullest brains; But we won’t, we won’t be free! Lay the Gaul and Saxon low; Crush a Turk at every blow; Liberty’s our greatest foe! Forward, or you’ll all be d――――! _Diogenes_, 1854. ―――― THE LIBERAL PARTY. TO THE EDITOR OF THE ECHO. Sir,――If you think the enclosed worthy of appearing in the _Echo_ I shall be glad.――Yours respectfully, W. LOTHIAN. 31, Ferntower-road, Highbury, Jan. 31. ADDRESS TO THE LIBERAL ARMY. A’ wha hae wi’ Russell sped, A’ wham Gladstone’s often led; Welcome to a Tory bed Or to victory! Now’s the day and now’s the hour; See the front o’ battle lour, See approach a would-be power―― Lord B. Disraeli! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward’s grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Follow Disraeli. Wha, for Parliament and Law, Freedom’s sword will strongly draw; Freemen stand, while Tories fa’, Let him Liberal be! By Oppression’s woes and pains! We’ll not brook Imperial chains, For the blood in Liberal veins Boils at Disraeli! Lay all such usurpers low! Tories fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow! Down wi’ Disraeli! _The Echo_, February 1, 1879. ―――― “SCOTS WHA’ ARE.”