the Turks, resolved to fire this gun. The shot weighed 1,100 pounds, and he loaded it with 330 pounds of powder: he says, "I felt a shock like an earthquake, at the distance of eight hundred fathoms. I saw the ball divide into three pieces, and these fragments of a rock crossed the Strait, and rebounded on the mountain." W.G.C. * * * * * AN ORIGINAL SCOTCH SONG FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF ST. ANDREW'S DAY. (_For the Mirror._) Air.--"_The kail brose o' awld Scotland_." Ye vintners a' your ingles[3] mak clear, An brew us some punch our hearts a' to cheer, On November the thritie let's meet ilkie year To drink to the memory o' Andrew, To Andrew the auld Scottish saint. Peace was his word in the ha' or the fiel'[4] An his creed it was whalsome to those that were leal To mak' the road straight O' he was the cheel, Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew, To Andrew the auld Scottish saint. In days o' langsyne as auld chronicles tell, When clans wi' their dirks gaid to it pell mell, O he was sad' that a' fewds cou'd expel, Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew, To Andrew the auld Scottish saint. For since at the Spey when M'Duff led the van, He vow'd that the charrians[5] he'd slay every one, But by Andrew's doctren he slew na a man, Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew, To Andrew the auld Scottish saint, When he to the Culdees the truth did explain They a' rubb'd their beard, an' looket right fain An' vow'd that his council they'd ever retain, Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew, To Andrew the auld Scottish saint. Altho' at fam'd Patres[6] he closed his e'e, Yet Regulus, the monk, brought him far oure the sea, In St. Andrew's he sleeps, an' there let him be. Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew, To Andrew the auld Scottish saint. C. [3] Fires. [4] Field. [5] See Buchanan's History of Scotland, book p. 186. [6] See Cook's Geography, book ii. p. 302. * * * * * ORIGIN OF THE WORD BANKRUPT. (_For the Mirror._)