mr. william smellie—a sketch

shrewd willie smellie to crochan came;

the old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same;

his bristling beard just rising in its might,

'twas four long nights and days to shaving night:

his unb'd grizzly locks, wild staring, thatch'd

a head for thought profound and clear, unmatch'd;

yet tho' his caustic wit was biting-rude,

his heart was warm, benevolent, and good.

rattlin', roarin' willie