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cadies who carry the clubs or run be- the style of the “Royal and Ancient fore the players, or are otherwise em- Golf Club." In 1855 the medal ployed by the Gentlemen Golfers, are

was won by George Glennie, Esq., to get Fourpence sterling for going the length of the hole called the Hole of who holed the course in 86 strokes, Cross, and if they go farther than that the smallest number on record. hole, they are to get Sixpence, and no Without

detracting from Mr more. Any of the gentlemen trans- Glennie's performance, it must be gressing this rule are to pay two pint noted that Mr Clark points out bottles of claret at the first meeting that the course has gradually been they shall attend.

becoming easier, as whins are cleared “ HENRY BETHUNE."

away and bunkers filled up. On “St Andrews, 4th September 1779. the 30th September 1863, “his “It is enacted that whoever shall be Royal Highness the Prince of Wales Captain of the Golf, and does not having this day gained the Silver attend all the

meetings to be appointed Club (being represented by John throughout the year, shall pay Two Pints of Claret for each meeting he Whyte Melville, Esq. of Strathshall be absent at,—to be drunk at kinness), Mr Whyte Melville, in such meeting; but this regulation is the name and at the special request not to take place if the Captain be not of His Royal Highness, took the in Fife at the time.

Chair as Captain of the Club.”

The Musselburgh Links are per“ 6th March 1818. haps the most frequented at present, “The Club, taking into consideration and certainly the best known to that the Meetings have of late been southern visitors, being within a thinly attended by the members re- few miles of Edinburgh.

The , several members giving parties on the Musselburgh Club dates from 1774; ordinary days of meeting, and thereby and among its earliest promoters preventing those who would otherwise was the famous Dr Carlyle, mingive their presence at the Club from ister of the adjoining parish of attending them,-Do Resolve that in Inveresk. Judging by the books, future such members as shall invite it came behind none of its neighany of their friends, members of this bours in the attention paid to the Club, to dinner on the days of meeting, shall forfeit to the Club a Mag

gastronomical departments. The num of Claret for himself, and one

following are specimens of many bottle for each member so detained by similar entries :them, for each offence; and the Captain “Rev. Dr CARLYLE, Bailie COCHRAN, and Council appoint this Resolution to

and 23 others. be immediately communicated to Gen

“The meeting chose Mr Davidson eral Campbell."

as Secretary for the ensuing year, and St Andrews, 16th Sept. 1825.

then fined Mr Gillies in Three shillings “Which day the present Captain,

for having forbidden Mrs Sheriff to having imposed on himself a fine of a prepare a dinner for the Club upon Magnum of Claret for failure in public

Friday, 8th Oct. last.” duty, imposed a similar fine on the

“SHERIFFS', April 21, 1786. old Captains present.

“ Captain Fairfax was fined One “RALPH A. ANSTRUTHER."

Shilling for playing upon the Links It was in 1834 that his Majesty and not dining. King William IV. was graciously

“Paid house for 17 dinners 1ls. 4d." pleased to become patron of the The Bruntsfield Club has lost the Club, presenting it on the occasion minutes of its early proceedings, if with a magnificent gold medal, and indeed it ever kept any. The first approving of its in future assuming of its registers dates from 1787, and then it was supposed to have ex- had been taken) started, the members isted for seven-and-twenty years. found it necessary to walk the greater Though it took its name from the part of the way to town (!)

“ W. H. C., Sec." Links that lie immediately at the back of the old town, and had its Mr Clark's list of Clubs — it headquarters there, it seems to have must be remembered that there are been at least as enterprising as any an infinity of others in different of the kindred societies, perhaps parts of the country-comes to a because the accommodation of its close with the Edinburgh Burgess especial green has long been some- Golfing Society, which boasts the what cramped. It holds yearly respectable antiquity of exactly meetings at Musselburgh, Gullane, 140 years. We may mention, by and North Berwick, and has a pied the way, that two of its members à terre at Musselburgh as well as at achieved the famous feat of force Bruntsfield. The worthy citizens and skill which may well sound who chiefly compose it seem always incredible to those who are ignorant to have been a highly jovial set.

of the marvellous resources of golf

ing science. The pair backed themBruntsfield Links, selves to strike their balls from the

29th August 1801. Parliament House Square, where “There being fourteen members lofty buildings hemmed them closely minute, was admitted. No other busi- in, clean over the spire of St Giles's ness. The meeting as usual cracked Church, a height of 161 feet, their jokes over a glass, and enjoyed and they did it. It was managed the evening harmoniously with a song. by “teeing" the balls on barrel“ JAMES Tod, C.staves, adjusted to the easiest angle;

but even with the aid of such in" Bruntsfield Links,

genious appliances, it appears to us 21st May 1803. “ The two Clubs met and dined,

to throw into the shade the wonderCaptain Bruce in the chair, Provost ful exploit of that other member of M'Vicar on his right, and Captain Scott the Club, who drove from Bruntsof the Burgess Society on his left. The field Links up the precipitous slopes company consisted of thirty-eight, six- of Arthur's Seat, and over the teen of which belonged to the Brunts- summit, in 44 strokes. field Links Club. The evening spent with great harmony, and some fine

But if practice makes perfect, and songs. ADAM BRUCE.”

skill is to be attained by perpetual

exercise, the devotion of golfers to Bruntsfield Links, their favourite pursuit ought to turn

31st Jan. 1818. out many deacons of the craft. Mr “Mr Gray informed the meeting Clark or his contributors sketch the that he had received a letter from Mr golfing biographies of certain repreM'Candlish enclosing a biographical sentative eccentricities and celebrisketch of the late John Graham, historical painter in Edinburgh, taken ties who lived for golfing and for from Blackwood's Magazine of De- little else. There was Mr Alexancember last, and requested the same der M'Kellar, for instance, who might be preserved in the Society's figures in Kay's Edinburgh Porbox. CAMP. GARDNER."

traits. But M‘Kellar was a living “ The Club dined in the Mussel

proof that the most assiduous appliburgh Arms Inn, and spent a very

cation will not always command happy evening; but the meeting hay. success, especially if you have not ing been prolonged beyond the period been entered young. On Bruntsat which the omnibus (in which seats field Links he went by the name of

the Cock o' the Green, chiefly be- sinews must be fresher on Monday cause he was always upon them and than on any other day in the week.” in the habit of crowing lustily; for there were many better men among

“One of the best young players in its frequenters. But with M-Kel these days - perhaps the best – was lar golf had become a monomania. Captain John Stewart ; and when he He practised literally night and day, regiment, old Sutherland sorrowed in

was ordered out to India with his for he might often be seen over this wise,— It is a shame for a man " the short holes" by gaslight, and with such powers (golfing) to go out even a heavy snowfall failed to chill to India.' 'He always looked upon his enthusiasm, and nothing short the game as a very serious business, of a snow-drift stopped him.

and we were once the subject of one

of his severest rebukes. We had been “No sooner was breakfast over than playing a foursome, in which the other M'Kellar daily set off to the Green ;

two players were quite young men, and and ten to one he did not find his


there was an undue amount of laughhome till dusk ; and not even then it ing and joking. After the match was the sport chanced to be good. As a

over he was stalking gloomily about practical jest on the folly of his proce,

the Links, and met a friend, just dure, it occurred to his better half' arrived from Edinburgh, to whom he

unbosomed himself. There was too that she would one day put him to the blush, by carrying his dinner, along much levity about our match to-day ; with his nightcap, to the Links. At I was not surprised at the others, but the moment of her arrival M'Kellar your brother John was as bad as any happened to be hotly engaged ; and

of them. We need not say that the apparently without feeling the weight old gentleinan had lost his match, of the satire, he good-naturedly ob

and having been his antagonist we. served that she might wait, if she felt the rebuke.” chose, till the game was decided, for at present he had no time for dinner!” The latter half of Mr Clark's vol

ume consists of a collection of misAlmost equally earnest, though cellaneous poems and articles, all in a less extravagant fashion, was glorifying the game they describe, the gentleman who forms the theme and most of them laying their of the amusing article “Suther

scenes at St Andrews. As many landia,” contributed in memoriam of the articles appeared originally by an old acquaintance and anta- in contemporaries, we shall not gonist. Indeed Mr Sutherland, quote, but shall merely advert to although more frankly outspoken them. Nothing can be better than than his neighbours, was no very the lifelike description of the draextravagant type of a species that matis persone in a lively foursome is far from unfrequent.

at St Andrews, where the presence

of “ metal more attractive" in the “ He made golf more thoroughly shape of ladies put one of the susthe business of his life than any man we ever knew. On a Saturday he ceptible champions off his game, asked us to make a match for the sorely trying the temper of his Monday. We were reluctantly oblig- partner. It is taken from the ed to say that the month was getting Cornhill Magazine' for April 1867. on and we must work. He exclaim- “The Links of St Rule,” from 'Maced, “God bless me! are you going to millan' of Sept. 1863, is also excelwaste a Monday ?' We had to think lent in its way. some time before we discerned the particular value of the Monday, until

In the ‘Glasgow News' of Sepwith fits of laughter we recollected tember 21, 1874, Jonathan Oldthat, after the Sunday's rest, his old buck gets among “the St Andrews



golfers” with an intelligent cice- Than the abbots, the monks, and the rone, and dashes off most of their zealots who sung them:

We have red coats and bonnets, we've notorieties in rough but expressive

putters and clubs ; outline. Then we have poems of The green has its bunkers, its hazards, various periods, pregnant with per

and rubs ; sonal references or allusions, which At the long hole across we have biscuits can only be fully appreciated by And the Hebes who sell it give zest to habitués who have lived behind the

the cheer: The earliest and perhaps If this make not up for the pomp and the most vigorous of these is “ The

the splendour Golf, an heroi-comical poem,” in

Of mitres, and murders, and mass—we'll

surrender; mock-heroical measure. The poet If Golfers and cadies be not better neighwas a certain Mr Thomas Mathison, bours originally a writer in Edinburgh, Than abbots and soldiers, with crosses who afterwards turned clergyman. Let such fancies remain with the fool The most amusing and attractive, who so thinks, inasmuch as it treats of men who While we toast old St Andrews, its Golfers are living now were living

and Links." lately, is the “Golfiana ” of George Fullerton Carnegie, who died in

There is spirit enough in Mr 1843. The verve and swing are

Carnegie's verses; yet we think better than the verse, and its piqu- they are surpassed by a rhyming ancy comes mainly from more or epistle we received this season from less kindly personalities, so that we

a valued contributor, written on the should only doit injustice were we to bosom of“ the exulting and abounddismember it in extracts, unless we ing Khine," but inspired by regretcould spare them ample space. But ful memories of the bonny links of as a specimen of the style and the St Andrews. The hiatus we have spirit of affectionate enthusiasm for made in the middle is valde defenfavourite scenes and associations that dus, we know; but though the animates it, as well as kindred bard bursts forth in discriminating pieces, we may give the “ Address raptures over the gifts of many of to St Andrews," with which it pre

our most famous golfers, we fear ludes :

they would be Low German to the

great body of our readers. ADDRESS TO ST ANDREWS.

A VOICE FROM THE RAINE. “St Andrews ! they say that thy glories are gone,

STEAMER PRINZ VON PREUSSEN, That thy streets are deserted, thy castles


17th September 1875. If thy glories be gone, they are only, me- “In the heart of the Rhineland ! afloat thinks,

on the Rhine! As it were, by enchantment, transferr'd Ho! Kellner, schnell kommen ! gleich to thy Links.

bringen sie Wein! Though thy streets be not now, as of What? Look at the scenery? Let it go yore, full of prelates,

hang! Of abbots and monks, and of hot-headed I leave that to Herr Cook and his Cockzealots,

negfied gang Let none judge us rashly, or blame us as Bring the hock to the cabin and leave me scoffers,

alone When we say that instead there are Links Till we're moored to the jetty at fragrant full of Golfers,

Cologne. With more of good heart and good feel. But eight solid hours! I can't drowd ing among them

them in drink;


Here goes.

No, I've pens in my bag ; also paper and Looking on, Tom and Tommie, Kidd, ink;

Jamie, and Strath, And what can I better than score off a And all the professional children of wrath, few

And armies of caddies in quest of a jobCorrespondents at home, to whom letters Except, of course, swells like 'The Daw' are due ?

or old Bob, Strathtyrum stands first for a missive in the apple-faced sage, with his nostrum prose;

for all, But since I'm in verse, I'll continue. Dinna hurry the swing! keep your c'e

on the ball!' I was dreaming, dear Editor, fondly last But the gun it went off, and the fun it night

began, Of this festival season of Scottish delight; And off to the high hole' in vision I And its whole panorama of pleasure

ran; seemed spread

And there, where the critics and ‘ring. In a luminous ether enclosing my bed ; men'were massed, So that whithersoever my eyes chanced I watched the quiet tide of the game as to move

it passed. Right, left, or in front or below or And first, with a cleek-shot, the Editor above

stole, They met something-some vision-sug. Like a thief in the night, to the edge of gestive to me

the hole; Of joys that have been, and of joys that So that gallant Mount Melville (whom might be.

Time touches not) Here a well-driven grouse-pack swept Clapped his hands in applause and cried, level and low

* Capital shot!' O'er a bright bit of moorland, and blotted its glow;

And so fierce was the glare that the IIere, huge on the sky-line, a stag sniffed dreamer awoke, the breeze;

And the phantasmagoria vanished like There a stalker crept, cat-like, on hands smoke. and on knees.

But again, half asleep, at the close of the Here “ Fan" in the turnips stood firm as night, a rock ;

As I dreamed of St Andrews and Scottish There “Flo” through the covert went delight, bustling the cock.

I sat up in my bed and proclaimed with In a stream to the right trout and salmon a shout, arose;

I was sick of this kingdom of beer and Overhead pheasants rocketed thicker sauer-kraut; than crows.

And that in the first train-this I swore To the left, o'er blue waters—all glitter by the Roodand gleam

I'd be off to the land of the mountain and Danced a tight little yacht with the wind flood. on her beam.

Brave words ! But some objects took And what was that orb, of elliptical shape in the dawn, flight,

Which but now on the table lay shapeless That flashed like a meteor and whizzed

and wan. out of sight?

These were mountains of foolscap, still It recalled an occasion when multitudes virgin and white, yelled

Which sent forth a voice that said, O’er a ball by thy biceps, Tom Morris, *Write, villain, write!' propelled.

And a mean little hillock of 'copy' And what was that flash ? By my oath,

hard by, 'twas the gun

Which could only re-echo the sinister Which announced to St Andrews the

cry. meeting begun.

My portmanteaus, 'tis true-taking voice And there, to be sure, was the usual from despair-array

Whined, Pack us, old fellow, we pine Which greets one each year on the open- for home air.' ing day.

But the hungry portfolio which hell Fair bevies of ladies awaiting the start, Fair to See' And couples 'tee'd up,' and in haste to Yelled, 'Pack you! Then, damn it! depart.

pray, who's to pack me?'

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