The libretto of an Italian opera was founded upon _The Lady of the Lake_ (and such librettos are always burlesques on the original poem), besides which it has been frequently represented, in various forms, on the stage. One very amusing version, by Andrew Halliday, entitled “MOUNTAIN DHU; or, the Knight, the Lady, and the Lake,” was produced at the Adelphi Theatre, on December 26, 1866. This burlesque was full of parodies of Scotch songs with topical allusions. The leading parts were performed by Mrs. Alfred Mellon, Miss Furtado, and Paul Bedford, with J. L. Toole as Rhoderick Dhu. About the same time Miss M. Oliver produced “_The Lady of the Lake_ plaid in a new Tartan, an ephemeral burlesque,” by R. Reece, at the New Royalty Theatre, London, but this was decidedly inferior in literary merit to Mr. Halliday’s _Mountain Dhu_. ―――― “HAIL TO THE CHIEF!” (A_ Popular Pæan. After Sir Walter._) Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances! Sharp be his axe, and resplendent its shine, Long may the light of his fire-flashing glances! Fervently flame in the front of our line! Heaven his strength renew, Still keep him stout and true, Gaily to battle, and greatly to grow; While all true Englishmen Send forth the shout agen, “Gladstone victorious! Ho-ieroe!” Ours is no stripling, no Knight of the Carpet! Blooming at seventy, when shall he fade? Him, of the People, in Peace or in War, pet, Years cannot fetter, nor foes make afraid, Firm as the fixèd rock, Braving the tempest’s shock, Faster he roots him the fiercer it blow. England and Scotland then Echo his praise agen, “Gladstone victorious! Ho-ieroe!” Far in Midlothian his pibroch pealed loudly, And Torydom’s shout to his slogan replied. Dauntless Dalkeith there confronted him proudly, But little the Veteran recked of his pride. “Fagots” all prostrate laid Long shall lament his raid, Think of “Old Gladstone” with wonder and woe: Buccleuch’s brave voting men Shake when they hear agen “Gladstone victorious! Ho-ieroe!” Shout, bearers, shout, for the Pride of the Party! Lift on your shoulders the evergreen Chief. Stalwart at seventy, stout, hale, and hearty, Who of his laurels will grudge him a leaf? And there’s a stripling gem, Worthy the ancient stem―― Middlesex missed him, but Leeds won’t say “No.” Loud shall all England then Shout for the pair agen, “Gladstone and Gladstone’s boy! Ho-ieroe!” _Punch_, April 24, 1880. ――――:o:――――