152. Extempore in the Court of Session

 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 for’t, he grapèd for’t,
 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 open’d out his arm, man;
His Lordship sat wi’ ruefu’ e’e,
 And ey’d 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-wauken’d wi’ the din, man.

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