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talent of the Town; and although the literature of this publication is of the burlusque order, it also contains some first-class Poetry The verses "by a Lady" in a recent number were particularly good; I like to flatter the Ladies. The above list does not, of course, include our own Newspapers, or our contributions to the Glasgow Press, and various Metropolitan and Provincial perodicals.
Paisley is truly a wonderful town; and her inhabitants, like the Jews, are a peculiar people. Whether this poetic and literary talent is owing to her proximity to the classical village of Kilbarchan, whether the River-cart, which meanders in beauty through her midst, engenders this literary amorousness, or whether it is to be accounted for in the great quantity of oatmeal which her people consume,[1] are questions which will no doubt yet be solved by one or other of her present historians.
As no Autobiography has yet issued from the Paisley Press, I have thought it proper to publish the present work for three reasons. 1st. To fill up this Biographical Hiatus in our local literature. 2nd. To save the Historical Antiquarian a deal of trouble and research hereafter; and at
- ↑ We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.—Sydney Smith.
