City Guards

 CITY GUARDS. Related to "Rustic Reel [1]," "Libby Prison Quickstep," "First Western Change," and "O Dear Mother My Toes Are Sore [1]" in the first strain. The City Guards, at least in Edinburgh, were the precursors to the official police force, established around 1696. They were abolished in that city in November, 1817, after which the police assumed all their remaining duties. The populace, at least in the latter years, called them "The Toon Rottens," according to Henry Cockburn (1779-1854), writing in his posthumous memoir Memorials of His Time (1856): The police has made them useless; but I wish they had been perpetuated, though it ''had been only as curiosities. Their number was liable to be increased or diminished '' ''according to circumstances. At this period they amounted, I conjecture, to about 200,'' ''regimented like ordinary soldiers. They were all old, hard-featured, red-nosed veterans;'' whose general history was, that after being mauled in the wars, commonly in a Highland regiment, they thought themselves fortunate if they got into this fragment of our old burgher militia, where the pay was better than nothing, and the discipline not quite consistent with whisky, while the service was limited to keeping the peace within the ''city. Naturally disliked by the people they were always asserting their dignity by testy'' ''impatient anger. This excited the mischief and the hostility of the boys, by whom their '' small remains of temper were intolerably tried; and between the two there never ceased  '' to be a cordial and diverting war. Their uniform was a red coat turned up with blue, a '' red waistcoat, red breeches, long black gaiters, white belts, and large cocked hats bound  ''with white worsted ribbon. They had muskets and bayonets, but rarely used them; for'' ''their peculiar weapon was the old genuine Lochaber axe-a delightful implement. One'' ''saw Bannockburn in it. One of these stern half-dotard warriors used to sit at each side '' of the prisoners at the bar of the Court of Justiciary as guard; with his huge hat on his  ''old battered head, and his drawn bayonet in his large gnarled hand. They sat so immovably, '' and looked so severe, with their rugged weather-beaten visages, and hard muscular trunks,  that they were no unfit emblems of the janitors of the region to which those they guarded  ''were so often consigned. The disappearance of these picturesque old fellows was a great loss.'' (pp. 322-323)

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