The London University was founded mainly through the exertions of Lord Brougham, and Thomas Campbell, the Poet. It was opened in October, 1828, and was for some time the object of great opposition and ridicule. It was said that every sweep was going to have a college education, and a song, entitled _The Literary Dustman_, became exceedingly popular:―― At sartin schools they make boys write Their alphabet on sand, sirs, So I thought dust would do as vell, And larnt it out of hand, sirs; Took in the “Penny Magazine,” And Johnson’s _Dixionary_, And all the Perio-di-calls To make me _literary_. They calls me Adam Bell, ’tis clear, As Adam vos the fust man,―― And by a co-in-side-ance queer, Vy, I’m the fust of Dustmen! ―――― 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, Light your cigars, for smoking’s quite regular. Smoke! smoke! shop boys and chimney sweeps; Smoking’s the fashion from _gemman_ to _higgler_. Blow! blow! smokers and pugilists; Let there be piping and blowing no matter how. Blow! blow! zephyrs and organists, 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, _Bacca-pipe_ odour each nostril besieges. Spit! spit! all who love _bacca_ smoke, For it produces great expectoration; Spit! spit! smokers and cook wenches, Let there be spitting without a cessation. Pipe! pipe! pipers and naughty brats; Here end my verse, my muse she is rather hoarse, Quid! quid! what do you think of it? Excellent metre! I know you all cry of course. From WISEHEART’S NEW COMIC SONGSTER, Dublin (about 1832, when smoking was first becoming prevalent). ――――:o:―――― “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.”) Oh 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. Oh where, tell me where, did your Highland Laddie stay? He dwelt beneath the holly-trees, beside the rapid _Spey_, And many a blessing followed him, the day he went away. Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland Laddie wear? A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war, And a plaid across his manly breast, that yet shall wear a star.