Reminiscences of the old Bruntsfield Links Golf Club, 1866-1874

BRUNTSFIELDLINKSGOLFCLUB
101
This
is
the
King
of
Drinks
to
cheer,
A
Drink
to
every
Scotchman
dear;
And
hearts
unbend
with
joy
unfeigned,
Where'er
the
glorious
nectar's
drained.
The
Barley
Bree,
the
Barley
Bree,
The
King
of
all
good
Drinks
shall
be.
We
did
not,
however,
depend
on
music
entirely.
Among
our
members
were
several
who
could
entertain
us
in
other
ways.
Chambers
as
a
knife-grinder
was
inimitable.
He
would
take
a
thinnish
table
knife
with
which,
by
means
of
some
clever
manipulation,
he
pro-
duced
what
seemed
the
natural
motion
and
noise
of
the
grindstone,
keeping
time
with
his
foot
in
such
a
way
that
you
could
imagine
you
saw
and
heard
the
wheel
going
round,
while
in
his
capacity
of
grinder
he
proceeded
to
give
us
the
supposed
clash
of
the
country
side
at
the
farm
town
he
visited,
made
up
of
sly
allusions
to
the
foibles
of
the
members
or
guests
present,
or
to
their
recent
experiences,
either
real
or
imaginary.
This
was
given
with
true
humour,
some-
times
pretty
broad,
but
never
offensive,
and
with
considerable
art
he
often
broke
off
and
stopped
his
supposed
wheel
to
look
at
the
knife,
just
as
he
had
suggested
to
us
that
something
irresistibly
comic
was
going
to
happen.
One
of
our
members,
the
late
John
Morrison
of
the
National
Bank,
was
very
successful
in
the
way
of
imitating
the
more
prominent
public
speakers
of
the
day,
hitting
off
their
stock
phrases
I,