TO CHARLES BAXTER 51 Single an' straucht, he went his way. He kept the faith an' played the play. Whusky an' he were man an' may Whate'er betided. Bonny in life—in death—this twae Were no' divided. An' wow ! but John was unco sport, Whiles he wad smile about the Court Malvoho-like—whiles snore an' snort Was heard afar. The idle winter lads' resort Was aye John's bar. What's merely humorous or bonny The WorF regairds wF cauld astony. Drunk men tak' aye mair place than ony ; An' sae, ye see, The gate was aye, ower thrang for Johnie— Or you an' me. John micht hae jingled cap an' bells, Been a braw fule in silks an' pells, In ane o' the auld worFs canty hells Paris or Sodom. I wadnae had him naething else But Johnie Adam.