Whose proper name is William Martin, was born a cripple, and has never been able to walk. From boyhood he has been wheeled about in a coach, and hence has got the designation by which he is universally known and called.

In early life his father, who was a weaver, removed to Campsie, but Will refused to go with him, and took up his abode with “Auld Cockie Rankin,” a poor weaver having a large family. Will, however, was not dependent on him, for he had an active mind, and a commercial spirit, and eked out his livelihood by buying and selling poultry and other live stock. He had also an allowance from the Parochial Board, and being from his condition much compassionated, was often the recipient of food and other gifts, and was never at a loss for willing hands to draw him along in his coach.

Will was invariably to be found about the- Cross, where idle people generally met and “ spent their time in nothing else, but either to tell, or to hear some new thing; ” and being of a frank and lively disposition, he was often treated to whisky, sometimes in copious libations; and passed many a night in summer in his coach.

As the talk generally ran upon the army, the militia, recruiting, etc., Will was familiar with all who had joined or meant to join Her Majesty’s service. He was so often invited to Stirling Castle, where recruits were drilled, that one day he actually managed to get himself conveyed there, and, coach and all, came upon a squad of his familiar friends just when drill was going on. His appearance was the occasion of the rebuke to his cronies, administered by Captain Kenny, which is already mentioned.

We are glad to say that Will has been a total abstainer for a good many years, has a house of his own, and is a regular attender of the Methodist church.