I’d drawn the claret from his olfact’ry organ.
Returning home in triumph, I disdain’d
The vulgar cry of apple, mince, or mutton;
And having heard of one Sir Walter Scott,
And Bernard-Barton, bard of broad-brim’d beaver,
Filling their pockets with produce of a pen,
I left my stall, took up the grey goose quill,
And wrote these lines, with the intent
That Mirror’s page should gild my humble name.
From Limbird’s Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Vol. vi.