If national partiality does not deceive us, we think this speech points out the origin of the story to be the Roman invasion under Agricola, and the name of Galgacus (although _Galacheus_ and _Saint Lawrence_ are sometimes substituted, but most probably as corruptions) makes the famous struggle for freedom by the Scots under that leader, in the battle fought at the foot of the Grampians, the subject of this historical drama. _Enter Galgacus._ Here comes in Galgacus--wha doesna fear my name? Sword and buckler by my side, I hope to win the game! They close in a sword fight, and in the “hash smash” the chief is victorious. He says: Down Jack! down to the ground you must go-- Oh O! what’s this I’ve done? I’ve killed my brother Jack, my father’s only son! Call upon the doctor. _Enter Doctor_ (saying) Here comes in the best doctor that ever Scotland bred. _Chief._ What can you cure? The doctor then relates his skill in surgery. _Chief._ What will ye tak to cure this man? _Doctor._ Ten pound and a bottle of wine. _Chief._ Will six not do? _Doctor._ No, you must go higher. _Chief._ Seven? _Doctor._ That will not put on the pot, &c. A bargain however is struck, and the _Doctor_ says to _Jack_, start to your feet and stand! _Jack._ Oh hon, my back, I’m sairly wounded. _Doctor._ What ails your back? _Jack._ There’s a hole in’t you may turn your tongue ten times round it! _Doctor._ How did you get it? _Jack._ Fighting for our land. _Doctor._ How mony did you kill? _Jack._ I killed a’ the loons save ane, but he ran, he wad na stand. Here, most unfortunately, there is a “_hole i’ the ballad_,” a hiatus which irreparably closes the door upon our keenest prying. During the late war with France _Jack_ was made to say he had been “fighting the French,” and that the _loon_ who took leg bail was no less a personage than NAP. _le grand_! Whether we are to regard this as a dark prophetic anticipation of what did actually take place, seems really problematical. The strange eventful history however is wound up by the entrance of _Judas_ with the bag. He says: Here comes in Judas--Judas is my name, If ye pit nought sillar i’ my bag, for gude-sake mind our wame! When I gaed to the castle yett and tirl’t at the pin, They keepit the keys o’ the castle wa’, and wad na let me in. I’ve been i’ the east carse, I’ve been i’ the west carse, I’ve been i’ the carse o’ Gowrie, Where the clouds rain a’ day wi’ _peas_ and wi’ _beans_! And the farmers _theek_ houses wi’ _needles_ and _prins_! I’ve seen geese ga’in’ on pattens! And swine fleeing i’ the air like peelings o’ onions! Our hearts are made o’ steel, but our body’s sma’ as _ware_, If you’ve onything to gi’ us, _stap it in there!_