South Eastern Gazette,10 January, 1860.
BROMLEY.
At the Patty Sessions, held at the "Bell Inn," on Monday, before
Lord Sydney and five other magistrates, the following licenses were
transferred:—
The "White Hart," Orpington, from Thomas Hayward to James Bruce.
The "Five Bells," Chelsfield, from Mrs. Sarah Jones to James Saker.
The "Guy, Earl of Warwick," Welling, from Henry Bartlett to W. K. Tritton.
There was no police business.
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Aberdeen Herald and General Advertiser 15 February 1862.
BURNS' BIRTHNIGHT IN KENT.
Sir.—For the benefit of your readers, who are scattered over the globe,
allow me to describe how a few Scotchmen spent a night full of enjoyment
on the birthday of our National Bard. We sat down to dinner at the
"White Hart," in Orpington, eight in number—a plumber, a schoolmaster, a
reporter, a boilermaker, a sergeant in the Scots Greys, wounded at
Waterloo; a Scots Fusilier, who had been in the four Crimean battles;
our landlord, Mr. Bruce, who had been in the Crimea and China; an old
gentleman from the hills of Strathglass, and a humble disciple of
Hippocrates; and Dr. Kilgour, who filled the chair. At the head of the
table, a sheep's paunch sent up a cloud of grateful incense, for the
unexpected honour of being elevated to the chieftainship of the pudding
race; in the centre, a handsome roast showed our appreciation of that
gracious toast, "The land we live in;" whilst at the bottom a sheep's
head raised its eyes and trotters beseechingly towards heaven, for the
unheard of indignity of having its curly locks singed and jeered at the
blacksmith's forge. Our dinner was seasoned and prolonged by many a
Scottish anecdote, a species of humour, which has almost no parallel in
English conversation; then followed "The Queen;" "The Immortal Memory of
the Poet;" "The Land o' Cakes;" " The Land we live in;" "Scotch Lasses;"
"Sir Walter;" "Hogg, Tannshill, and Ramsay;" "The Empress Eugenie," and
a host of other toasts. Of songs we had "The barrin’ o’ our door;" "The
weary pand o’ tow," &c. After "Scots wha hae" was sung, our Scots Grey,
whose Herculean frame and splendid bearing made him a worthy namesake of
the hero of Scotland, remarked to our Landlord, "Ay, man, the Kentish
folk would hae lookit unco queer, five hundred years ago, gin they had
seen Bruce and Wallace sitting together in the "White Hart," drinking
whisky toddy!" Our ancient Gael, after descanting very fervently, if not
very logically, on the ventability of old Ousian, gave us a Ross-shire
pibroch in splendid style. The Fusilier, in replying to his health, did
so in these pathetic and noble words — "Gentlemen, I thank you from my
heart for the honour you have conferred upon me; but I would much rather
that the Chairman had proposed the toast that I now shall drink — "The
memory of my comrades in arms who fell in the field of glory beside me."
Haring sung " Auld Langsyne," with folded arms and grasping hands, which
caused an Englishman present to exclaim that he no more would wonder
that Scotchmen clung together all the world over, we broke up as sober
as judges of the present century.
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