The early history of Horsham boasts two men of some renown named Archibald McClean.
"The senior Archibald McClean was for sixteen years a justice of the peace in Horsham, and in 1772 was elected to the Pennsylvania Assembly. He died December 1, 1773, in his seventy-fifth year, having resided in the same place for forty years. He was buried in the graveyard attached to Abington Presbyterian Church. On the list of 1776 we find his estate rated at 220 acres." 16 p877
McLean's daughter was married to Col Robert Loller of Hatboro.
"Dr. Archibald McClean, a distinguished physician, was a son of the aforesaid, educated at Princeton College, surgeon in the Revolutionary army, and in January, 1783, was appointed surgeon of the First Battalion of Philadelphia County militia. This year he also became a member of the Hatboro' Library. He was a noted wit, a poet and a man of extensive acquirements, and possessed a very large medical practice. It is said he was six feet six inches in height, a lover of strong drink and a free thinker. For these reasons
Elizabeth Graeme Fergusson's dog Fidele died around 1790 and "..Elizabeth buried him with all honors,erecting a stone in his memory, and inviting residents of Graeme park to attend his funeral. Neighbor Dr Archibald McLean heard of the event and sent her a satirical epitaph to Fidele. Elizabeth replied with an anonymous 'Epitaph on Dr Archibald McLean' who was six and a half feet tall and enjoyed his grog and jokes at Widow Jenkin's tavern in Jenkintown"
Her poem went on for 22 lines satirizing McLean, ending with:
"Perhaps may wish a conscience nice
had guided him while here"
McLean defended himself and consigned his correspondent after death to a state between heaven and hell where:
If he no pleasure knows when gone
no pain can he endure3 p308