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To the EDITOR of the SUNDAY REVIEW. SIR, AS I understand you are a Caledonian, it is not unlikely that an account of our Burgh Politics may afford you some gratification. Our Election came on yesterday; Laird D?d, the Banker, is re-elected Lord Mayor, with general approbation.?-A. respectable South Bridge Merchant was proposed for First Bailie ; but as he declined the honour, the choice fell on the late " Lord D?g?l," the Ironmonger. The Nephew of a cer- tain Reverend Gentleman, whose name stands very high in the republic of letters, wished the Treasurership, but that was previously secured by one more in favour. J?y W?r, made a bold push for D?n of G?d ; but he was out-tongued by C?r's sweet-meat oratory. The Old Convener, and Young Rapid, are made Trades Counsellors. The Deacons were pretty cordially elected, except last year's marrow-bone and cleaver Chief, who had shamefully demeaned himself, by subscribing a petition to the H?e of C------s, which he knew was not consistent with truth, and which, he was well aware, was directly contrary to the wish of his Constituents. He was therefore grazed, (i. e. he was dismissed from office at the end of his first year's service,) and a new one chosen in his stead. But when he found this was to be the case, he ran off with the Clerk of the Incorporation's Return to the Council of the Leet of Six Members, from which the new Deacon was to be chosen, with the pitiful view of preventing a new Election al- together for twelve months; the silly fool not dreaming that another Re- turn could always be had from their Minute-book. But while he was in concealment, his mother was in dreadful terror for the safety of her son ; and therefore, after due consultation with the Commissary and Rob, the following Handbill was stuck on every lamp-post, and even on the gates of the Tripe-market: " LOST OR STRAYED??A gawkey-looking Lad, wi' fair hair, a sharp " neb, and shrivelled chin: had on a dark coat, wi' clear buttons, and " walks like a water-wagtail:?talks muckle about being a D------n, but " says he is ganging to the grazing;?has a paper in his pouch, whilk " he ca's a Leet;?frequently speaks about he and his mither's man dining " wi' ane Sir William, and says he got a promise of being made L------d " H------?k's,Jackall. Whaever will secure the Callan, sae as he may " be restored for the comfort of friends, will be rewarded to their hearts " satisfaction." This had the desired effect; the Lad was found, and he and his friends now " glory " in suffering for what they style true patriotism. I am, Sir, &c. TOM PEEP. Ancient Burgh, E******h, 7th October 1807.
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1807 shelfmark: ABS.10.203.01(035)
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