The love of country —— that the mighty dead To deeds heroic stirred. Around may they That banner crowd, that often waved ahead Of Scotland’s sons, in battle’s darkest day — That banner proud, whose rustling voice oft cheered, The earth-departing spirit of the brave, To swell the note victorious, as he neared The darkened swell of Jordan’s darkest wave. Surround it like a vast stupendous cloud The forked lightning of whose ire, if lit, Would all its enemies in terror shroud With its majestic roll; and cause, may it Rich showers of the soul expanding rains Of love and loyalty, that every one Within our happy Isle, whose heart contains One drop of Scottish blood, may prove a son, A worthy son of that illustrious land — A true descendant of that fearless race That, notwithstanding who would them command. Could never brook dishonor or disgrace. Soon may the bagpipes’ thrilling warlike notes, With its inspiring soul-felt melodies, Till every ear with pleasure as it floats, 1n gladdening strains upon the laughing breeze. That martial music that oft nerves the strong, And that can render braver e’en the braver In that momentuous hour when thousands throng To glory’s hill, or fill the warrior’s grave.7

Of the newspapers in operation in 1864, —— the Examiner and Ross’s Weekly were, perhaps, the club’s, and the games’, gustiest promoters. Of these two, the Examiner, edited by Irishman Edward Whelan, was, naturally, the more muted in its enthusiasm for the Scots’ activities. It was, though, genuine in its admiration of the Caledonian Club’s ardent perpetuation of Scottish nationalism. One article commended the club for invigorating Island social life and, while Whelan took care to note that all Scottish music and athletics are purely Irish in origin, stated:

All the public games ever practised in Scotland from the earliest days of the Caledonians down to the present time, will

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