This game is evidently a survival of the custom of dancing, and of imitating the actions necessary for the sowing and reaping of grain which were customary at one time. Miss Dendy says—“It is an undoubtedly old Lancashire game. It is sometimes played by as many as a hundred players, and is then very pretty. The method of playing varies slightly, but it is generally as described above.” The fact that this game was played by such a large number of young people together, points conclusively to a time when it was a customary thing for all the people in one village to play this game as a kind of religious observance, to bring a blessing on the work of the season, believing that by doing so, they caused the crops to grow better and produce grain in abundance. See “Oats and Beans and Barley.” ADDENDA A’ the Birdies. [See “All the Birds,” vol. i. p. 2; “Oranges and Lemons,” vol. ii. pp. 25-35.] A’ the birdies i’ the air Tick tae to my tail. A contest game of the oranges and lemons class. Two players, who hold hands and form the arch, call out the formula, and the other players, who are running about indifferently, go one by one to them and decide, when asked, which side they will favour, and stand behind one or the other. After the tug the side which has lost is called “Rotten eggs, rotten eggs.”—Aberdeen (Rev. Dr. Gregor). All the Boys. [Vol. i. pp. 2-6.] Two versions of this game, one from Howth and another from St. Andrews, sent me by Miss H. E. Harvey, do not differ sufficiently from the versions i. and ii. printed as above to be given here in full. The St. Andrews game, after the line, “I love you, and you love me” (as printed in vol. i. version ii.), continues— When we get married, I hope you will agree, I’ll buy the chest of drawers, you’ll buy the cradle. Rock, rock, bubbly-jock, Send her upstairs, lay her in her bed, Send for the doctor before she is dead. In comes the doctor and out goes the clerk, In comes the mannie with the sugarally hat. Oh, says the doctor, what’s the matter here? Oh, says Johnny, I’m like to lose my dear. Oh, says the doctor, nae fear o’ that. American Post. One player of a party acts as post and leaves the room. When he is outside he knocks at the door. Another player, who is the doorkeeper (inside), calls out, “Who’s there?” The reply is, “American post.” “What with?” “A letter.” “For whom?” The name of one of the players in the room is given by the post. The one named then must go outside, and kiss the post, and in turn becomes post.—Fraserburgh (Rev. Dr. Gregor). This, sometimes called “Postman,” is now more generally played as a penalty when forfeits are being performed. The player whose penalty it is, is the first one to be “post.” Postage is demanded, the amount being paid by kisses. As I was Walking. The players, usually girls, stand in line up to a wall. One in front sings, going backwards and forwards.