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the acute publisher, John Ballantyne, Hogg relates, was so con- 

 vinced of the Odontist's genius, that he expressed a great desire to 

 be introduced to so remarkable a man, and wished to have the honor 

 of being his publisher. The Doctor's fame went far beyond Edin- 

 burgh. Happening to pay a visit to Liverpool, he was immediately 



" His waistcoat, coat, and breeches were all cut off the same web, 

 Of a beautiful snuff-color, or a modest genty drab; 

 The blue stripe in his stocking round his neat slim leg did go, 

 And his ruffles of the cambric fine they were whiter than the snow. 

 Oh, we ne'er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo ! 



" His hair was curled in order, at the rising of the sun, 

 In comely rows and buckles smart that about his ears did run ; 

 And before there was a toupee that some inches up did grow, 

 And behind there was a long queue that did o'er his shoulders flow. 

 Oh, we ne'er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo! 



" And whenever we forgathered, he took off his wee three-cockit, 

 And he proffered you his snuff-box, which he drew from his side-pocket; 

 And on Burdett or Buonaparte he would make a remark or so, 

 And then along the plainstones like a provost he would go. 

 Oh, we ne'er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo ! 



" Now and then upon a Sunday he invited me to dine, 

 On a herring and a mutton-chop, which his maid dressed very fine ; 

 There was also a little Malmsey, and a bottle of Bordeaux, 

 Which between me and the Captain passed nimbly to and fro. 

 Oh, I ne'er shall take pot-luck with Captain Paton no mo! 



" Or if a bowl was mentioned, the Captain he would ring, 

 And bid Nelly run to the Westport, and a stoup of water bring; 

 Then would he mix the genuine stuff, as they made it long ago, 

 With limes that on his property in Trinidad did grow. 

 Oh, we ne'er shall taste the like of Captain Paton' s punch no mo! 



" And then all the time he would discourse so sensible and courteous, 

 Perhaps talking of last sermon he had heard from Dr. Porteous, 

 Or some little bit of scandal about Mrs. So and So, 

 "Which he scarce could credit, having heard the com, but not the pro. 

 Oh, we ne'er shall hear the like of Captain Paton no mo ! 



" Or when the candles were brought forth, and the night was fairly setting m, 

 He would tell some fine old stories about Minden-field or Dettingen ; 

 How he fought with a French major, and dispatched him at a blow, 

 While his blood ran out like water on the soft grass below. 

 Oh, we ne'er shall hear the like of Captain Paton no mo ! 



" But at last the Captain sickened, and grew worse from day to day, 

 And all missed him in the coffee-room, from which he now stayed avvay ; 

 On Sabbath, too, the Wee Kirk made a melancholy show, 

 All for wanting of the presence of our venerable beau. 

 Oh, we ne"er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo ! 



" And in spite of all that Cleghorn and Corkindale could do, 

 It was plain, from twenty symptoms, that death was in his ■view; 

 So the Captain made his testament, and submitted to his foe, 

 And we laid him by the Kam's-horn kirk; 'tis the way we all must go. 

 Oh, we ne'er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo ! 



