First Ned of Greenwich kissed the ground, Then Figgins from Whitechapel pound, Mark Wiggins from Cheapside, Whackum and Thwackum from Guildhall, The two O’Noodles from Blackwall, Noggins the Jew from London Wall, And Scroggins from Saint Bride: Tim Bobbin tumbled as he rose To join the motley chase, Joe Abbot, spent by Warren’s blows Lay snug ensconced, and Danson’s nose Was flattened to his face: Stubbs too, of Brentford Green the rose, Would have essayed to pour On one――on all, his wrath red hot As blacksmith’s anvil, had he not Been hanged the day before. Illustrious brave if muse like mine May bid for aye, your memories shine In fame’s recording page; Each wounded limb, each fractured head, Albeit tacked up in honour’s bed, Shall live from age to age; And still on Brentford Green while springs The daisy, while the linnet sings Her valentine to May, The sympathising hind shall tell Of those who fought and those who fell, At Brentford’s grim foray. L’Envoy to the Reader. Now, gentles, fare ye well, my rede Hath reached an end, nor feel I need To add to Warren’s fame, my meed Of laudatory rhymes; Far loftier bards his praise rehearse, And prouder swells his daily verse In Chronicle or Times. Enough for me on summer day, To pipe some simple oaten lay, Of goblin page or border fray, To rove in thought through Teviotdale, Where Melrose wanes a ruin pale, (The sight and sense with awe attacking,) Or skim Loch Katherine’s burnished flood, Or wade through Grampian Moor and mud, In boots baptized with WARREN’S BLACKING. ――――:o:―――― 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. ――――:o:―――― _Rejected Odes_, edited by Humphrey Hedgehog, Esq. (London, J. Johnston, 1813), contains an imitation of Scott’s poetry, but it is not worth quoting.