Extempore In The Court Of Session.

Lord Advocate.

    He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist,
        He quoted and he hinted,
    'Till in a declamation-mist
        His argument he tint it:
    He gaped for't, he grap'd for't,
        He fand it was awa, man;
    But what his common sense came short
        He eked out wi' law, man.

Mr. Erskine.

    Collected Harry stood awee,
        Then open'd out his arm, man:
    His lordship sat wi' rueful e'e,
        And ey'd the gathering storm, man;
    Like wind-driv'n hail it did assail,
        Or torrents owre a linn, man;
    The Bench sae wise lift up their eyes,
        Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man.