LORD ADVOCATEHE clenched his pamphlet in his fist,
He quoted and he hinted,
Till, in a declamation-mist,
His argument he tint it:
He gapèd fort, he grapèd fort,
He fand it was awa, man;
But what his common sense came short,
He eked out wi law, man.
MR. ERSKINECollected, Harry stood awee,
Then opend out his arm, man;
His Lordship sat wi ruefu ee,
And eyd the gathering storm, man:
Like wind-driven hail it did assail
Or torrents owre a lin, man:
The BENCH sae wise, lift up their eyes,
Half-waukend wi the din, man.
