mr. william smellie—a sketch
shrewd willie smellie to crochallan 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 ub'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.