"Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling " was sung in a good, clear, boyish tenor, and then the singer stopped, to say impatiently, - "What nonsense it is My head seems stuffed full of Scotch songs, -'Wee bit sangs, ' as the doctor calls them. Seems funny that so many Scotch people should come out here to the East. I suppose it's because the Irish all go to the West, that they may get as far apart as they can, so that there may not be a fight. I say, though, I want my breakfas