The Scotch, Irish and English of the city intend to organize a cricket team and establish that old game in Dallas. Bricklayers and all those interested in the rare old game, for full particulars, can apply to Dick Flannagan on Main street, or Dick Slater, at the Blue Point on Elm street.

     W. H. Hunter: I have located in Dallas and will endeavor to organize the Scotch-Irish Society in this place and form a state organization. I am recently from Atlanta, where I was complimented for my work by Robert Bonner of the New York Ledger and other prominent members. Those gentlemen have pledged me all the assistance in their power in organizing the Scotch-Irish of Dallas and other Texas cities and towns. The next Scotch-Irish congress will be held in Atlanta, Ga., some time in 1892. Oh, yes, I apprehend no difficulty in the way of forming a strong branch of the organization in this city.

     Among the many compliments and endorsements that the enterprises of the TIMES HERALD have received, there has been none stronger in fact and more beautiful in expression, than the following communication from the pen of Mr. James Kirkland, manager of the mail order department of Sanger Bros.
     Mr. Kirkland is a Scotchman by birth and education, coming directly from Ayr, having spent his youth upon "Ye Banks and Braes o' Bonnie Doon." He has all of the keen sensibility to the romance and beauty of the lowlands, that has been fostered by surroundings. His old home was a near neighbor to the famous Burns cottage, and he has also been a loyal loiterer amid the other Scottish scenes presented. He can, therefore, speak of the artistic merit and intrinsic value of the photographic views the TIMES HERALD is offering its subscribers.
     The appreciation of the series of pictures now being issued by the TIMES HERALD has found expression in the comprehensive and beautifully written endorsement of Mr. Kirkland:
     Ruskin has well said: "Best hundred books! Nonsense. For a Scotchman, next to his Bible there is but one book---his native land; but one language---his native tongue, the sweetest, richest, subtlest, most musical of all the dialects in Europe. Study your Burns, Scott and Carlyle."
     This truth was freshly brought home to me to-night, the 135th anniversary of Robert Burns, who occupies a first place among the chosen few of our poets, who are at once national and universal. A noble gift was his, to speak in song with perfect thoughts, crystallized in a perfect expression, to every Scottish heart first, and almost with equal power to every human heart that hopes, or loves, or longs to play the man and be free. So, memory turned backward, homeward; the book of native land was not available, but turning to your SIGHTS AND SCENES OF THE WORLD, in portfolio No. 1, I found an excellent picture of Burn's cottage, situated about two miles from
          "Auld Ayr wham ne'er a toon surpasse;
          For honest men and bonnie lasses."
     Here the poet, on Jan. 25, 1759, first saw the light of day and passed the tender years of youth amidst the joys, the sorrows, the hopes, the fears of Scottish peasant life.
          "There lanely by the ingle-cheek
          He sat and eyed the spucing reek
          That filled wi' hoast-provoking smeek
               The au'd clay bigging,
          And heard the restless rattels squeak
               Aboot the riggin."
   There, also, he learned his first lessons in industry and frugality as he beheld:
          The mother wi' her needle and her shears,
          Gar auld claes look a'maist as weel as new."
     And how sweetly he gives us an insight into his early instruction in piety.
          "The sire turns o'er wi' patriarchal grace
          The big ha' Bible ance his father's pride."
     I have seen many photos of Burns' cottage, but none that pleased me better than the one now before me.
     It not only gives you a strictly correct view of the cottage, but also the magnificent beauties of the hedgerows and the woods, and could the camera but reach to the deep green of the hill and glen, the vision would be complete. Oh, how often our feet have wandered here by mossy dells, in the golden moss, by the bonnie windin' banks where Doon rins wimplin' clear, and how many happy, pleasing reminiscences well up in our minds to-night. The whole of that roadway from Ayr to Doon is a panorama of scenes, new and old. Old, in its association with Tam O'Shanter, his lanely wife---"nursing her wrath to keep it warm"---his eerie ride
          "Across the foard
          Where in the shaw the Chapman smoored."
     And the well where Munge's mither hanged hersel'. The weird dance in Alloway's auld Haunted Kirk and the keystane of the brig o' Doon where Maggie left her ain grey tail.
     New! with Burn's monument, and shell palace, its walks by Doon, the shady retreat of the lover's lane, with its myriad recollections of "converse low and sweet, sweet converse low." We've seen it all, in the full glory of the noonday sun, and in the dim twilight of a calm summer evening, when a golden halo was thrown over the beautiful and delightful sylvan retreats.
     How willingly out thoughts revert to where old companions dwell, to the haunts and scenes of boyhood, to the braes and glens, to the streams and lochs. That time when everything looked bright and sunny, when the hills were greener, the valley's were finer, the streams were clearer and the lasses lovelier than they have ever been since.
     All this delightful, refreshing train of thought kindled at the sight of one of the many home scenes.
     Leaving the cottage and turning over the succeeding pages, we run across superb pictures of Melrose Abbey, Dryburgh Abbey, the great Forth Bridge, St. George's Square, Glasgow, Crofter's home in Shetland.
     If the feast contained in these first five portfolios is but an earnest preparation of what is in store for us in the fifteen remaining numbers, what a priceless treasure this magnificent collection of photographic views will be.
     Under any circumstances, the educational value of these views cannot be estimated, and the exceptional excellence and truthful representation of scenes with which we are familiar, richly enhances the value of sights and scenes of which we have no personal knowledge.
     Having spent a vacation in Ireland and visited the Giant's Causeway, permit me to add the photo in Portfolio is, without exception, the best view I have seen anywhere of this great natural phenomena, the work of a Divine hand. It gives an accurate idea of the appearance of these 40,000 columns, all beautifully cut and polished, formed of neat pieces exactly fitting into each other.
     In a word, Sights and Scenes of the World, are in every respect, equal to the much-lauded Stoddard views, and in many points, they are superior.
     The fact that you ask but 8 cents a portfolio, instead of 10¢, means that we get 64 more of these elegant pictures, or a total of 320 for the price of 256, and that you exact only 3 coupons for one portfolio, instead of 6, speaks volumes for the liberality and enterprise of the TIMES HERALD, facts that are duly appreciated by your pleased subscriber.
                                                      JAMES KIRKLAND.
Dallas, Tex., Jan. 25, 1894.

     The Scotchmen of Dallas and surrounding country, will hold their regular annual picnic and games on the 4th of July, at a place hereafter to be designated. All communications on the subject should be addressed to J. E. Murray, 109 Highland street.

     Remember the Scotch Picnic on July 4. Games commence at 11 a. m. All Scotchmen and friends, come. A special prize is offered by the Trinity Manufacturing Company for the best cake made by a Scotch woman.
JAMES LYONS, Sec.
Care of W. White & Co.

     The most successful event of the kind ever held in Dallas was the Scotch picnic and games at Cole's Grove in North Dallas on the Fourth of July. The Scotch people from far and near gathered to have a good time, and the register which was kept on the grounds for Scotch people to put their names on, shows how well every county in Scotland was represented. This register will be kept by Mr. J. E. Murray, No. 109 Highland street, for any one who may wish for information about friends from Scotland.
     The day was all that could be desired and its enjoyment complete. The melodious notes of the famous Highland bagpipes, played by Mr. William Douglas, of Fort Worth, brought back the sweet memories of auld lang syne.
     The prize given by the Trinity Manufacturing company for the best cake made by a Scotch woman was the first in order and there was a fine layout of cakes. The prize, which was one dozen quart bottles of ginger ale, was awarded to Mrs. H. McKay, No. 256 Caruth street. The judges were Prof. Cummings, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Brodie.
     The next was a 5-pound can Kitchen Queen baking powder from the Dallas Coffee and Spice Mills for the best biscuit made with Kitchen Queen baking powder, awarded to Miss Pauline, No. 224 Canton street.
     Next in order was dinner, and every one sampled the cake and biscuit and pronounced them par excellence.
     A special prize was given by Simpson Taber (optician) for a young ladies' race (Scotch) a silver napkin ring; won by Miss Bella Campbell.
     A special prize from the Dallas Coffee and 'Spice Mills for the most popular lady was voted to Mrs. Margaret Deans, Flora street.
     Special prize, for the most popular young lady from 16 to 20 years old, a pair of kid gloves; won by Miss Bella Campbell.
     The programme for the day was:
     1. Boys' Race, 10 to 12. -- First, Arthur Petri; second, Eviline Woods; third, W. Wolf.
     2. Girls' race, 10 to 12 -- First, Shirley Terry; second, Nellie Murray; third, Bella Gallie.
     3. Boys' and Girls' Race, 4 to 5 -- Prize for all.
     4. Young ladies' race -- First, Margaret McKay; second, Marrie McKay; third, Bella Campbell.
     5. Mens' race, half mile -- First prize, box fine cigars, from Simon Loeb; won by Alex Frazer.
     6. Running high jump -- Prize, silk necktie, by H. S. Mittenthal; won by Alex Frazer.
     7. Putting the stone -- 16-pound ham, from Back & Hare; won by Alex Frazer, 31 feet, 6 inches.
     8. Race for married ladies, over 30 years -- First, 20-pound roast; won by Mrs. J. E. Murray; second bottle chowchow, Mrs. Gallie.
     9. Throwing the hammer -- Prize, fruit cake; Alex Fraser.
   10. Race for married ladies -- First, Mrs. J. E. Murray, basket of fruit; second, Mrs. Thomson.
   11. Race, 100 yards -- Prize by Hughes Bros. Manufacturing Company; won by W. H. Burnie.
   12. Hurdle race, 300 yards -- Box cigars; Alex Fraser.
   13. Sack Race, Six Entries -- Prize, silk neck tie, Mr. Walker.
   14. Tossing the Caber -- Box cigars; W. E. Thomas.
   15. Tug of War -- Dallas vs. Fort Worth; won by Dallas.
Darkness kept the foot ball match from coming off.
     The addresses, delivered by Prof. Cummings, while awarding the prizes, were received with applause. A vote of thanks was given the committee, which made the woods ring.
     The festivities closed by the singing of "Auld Lang Syne."

     The Daughters of Caledonia held their annual picnic yesterday at Oak Lawn park. There was quite a large number of the Scottish residents of the city present, together with a number of their friends. The dinner table was loaded down with the usual bountiful supply of all the delicacies of the Dallas market, with a few of the Scotch dainties, and the meal was thoroughly enjoyed by all those present.
     The afternoon was spent in boating on the lake, while quite a number of the party enjoyed themselves at the skating rink. Late in the afternoon, races were held, when a large number of prizes were contested for. A very enjoyable event was the married ladies' race, and the beautiful prizes given for this event were keenly contested for.
     After the races were over, the company sat down to a splendid super, to which they did full justice, the remainder of the evening being spent in sitting around enjoying the cool breezes, and talking of the far-away homeland.

     The Daughters of Caledonia held their annual picnic at Kidd Springs last Wednesday. There was a large number of the Scotch residents of Dallas present, along with a number of their friends.
     The morning hours were devoted to boating and swimming, and at noon, the company sat down to an elegant Scotch lunch, at which Scotch dishes were served from oak cake and soda scones to short bread.
     After a short rest, the whole company repaired to the grounds for the Scottish games, where they had races, jumping, tug of war, etc., and for each event, suitable prizes were given.
     The president of the club, Mrs. Lyon, gave a special prize for the best suggestion for the good of the order.
     There were some very keen competitions for this prize, which was won by Mrs. J. E. Murray. Mrs. Sam Urquhart won the prize for the best attendance at the club meetings, she having missed only one meeting in ten years.
     The following is the program and winners in the athletic events:
     Child's race, Pearl R. Aimer, first prize; John McMurray, second; Annie Ross, third; Margaret Lindsey, fourth.
     Boys' race, Claude Lyon, first; Willie Lindsay, second; Clyde Alton, third.
     Young girls' race, Sarah Lindsay, first; Phillis Aimer, second.
Girls' race, Janie Lyon, first; Jessie Lyon, second.
     Young ladies' race, Jeannie Lindsay, first; Helen Lindsay, second.
Tug of war, married men vs. single men, won by single men.
     Putting stone, ladies, Mrs. Ross, first; Mrs. Frost, second; Mrs. Russell, third.
     Tug of war, ladies, president's side vs. vice president's side. Won by president's side.
     Putting stone, men, Angus McKinnon, first; Jack Lindsay, second.
     After the games, supper was served and a good Scotch dance was enjoyed in the evening.