The Cuamwan next rose to propose "The Army, Navy, and Volunteers."—In proposing this toast I feel something of the confidence of a leading M.P. when he knows his motion is going to be backed by the whole House, All I can say to recommend it to your hearty reception is familiar to you, and has already been said by many more able occupants of this chair; but don't know that it ever occurred to anyone that. this toast, more than any other, is peculiarly appropriate when proposed and Received at a gathering of Scotchmen and for this reason, that the Scotch are essentially a fighting race. (Hear, and cheering), Now I don't mean to say that we are more pugnacious and quarrelsome than ourneighbours—(laughter,)—but that the dire necessity which drove us to make war with each other, or raids on the cattle of our southern neighbours, left its mark on the race, by cultivating the bumps of combativeness and destructiveness, as they are rather disrespectfully named. 'The Army, Navy, and Volunteers owe everything to those blessed bumps, bequeathed to them by their fighting ancestors; for it is the same legacy in another form that gives the restless energy, indomitable perseverance, and unflinching' courage necessary to produce stich an Army, such a Navy, and such Volunteers as we all have a right to be proud of. (Hear, hear!) Thesame characteristics are accountable for the pluck that leads a forlorn hope overs mined ground, and the energy that kneels in a drizzling dawn in the paddy fields of Honglew, and hammers away at the dimly-visible iron targets. (Laughter.) But, you say, those attributes belong to the English and Irish as well. Sothey do—(cheers)—but what makes think the Scotch inst be essentially fighting race, is a recollection of their war songs." Now of course, "The girl I left Vehind me," "The British Grenadier," and "Cheer, boys! cheer are capital quick marches; and doubtless "The wearing. of the green," and the "Shan Van Voght," whatever that means, move their hearts after fashion that we wot not of; but I submit that a nation whose repertoire of martial music contains strains like " Wi' a bunder' pipers and a' and a'," or "Tis up wi' the bonnets u' Bonnie Dundee," of " Wha wadna fect for Charlie," and a score of others that at once suggest themselves, not forgetting that great song of stern defiance and endurance to the death, "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled;" (Cheers, (the race,
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