Like Partridge, I may say, "NON SUM QUALIS ERAM." At my time of day I can agree with Lord Ogilvie as to his rheumatism, and say, "There's a twinge." I hope, therefore, you will excuse me for leaving the chair .-- The worthy Baronet then retired amidst long, loud, and rapturous cheering.
Mr.PATRICK ROBERTSON was then called to the chair by common acclamation.
Gentlemen, said Mr.Robertson, I take the liberty of asking you to fill a bumper to the very brim.

There is not one of us who will not remember, while he lives, being present at this day's festival, and the declaration made this night by the gentleman who has just left the chair.

That declaration has rent the veil from the features of the Great Unknown--a name which must now merge in the name of the Great Known.
It will be henceforth coupled with the name of SCOTT, which will become familiar like a household word.

We have heard the confession from his own immortal lips--( cheering)--and we cannot dwell with too much or too fervent praise on the merits of the greatest man whom Scotland has produced.
After which several other toasts were given, and Mr.Robertson left the room about half-past eleven.

A few choice spirits, however, rallied round Captain Broadhead of the 7th Hussars, who was called to the chair, and the festivity was prolonged till an early hour on Saturday morning.
The band of the Theatre occupied the gallery, and that of the 7th Hussars the end of the room, opposite the chair, whose performances were greatly admired.