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The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 14: 1826-32
Sir Walter Scott to John Gibson Lockhart, [May 1827]

Vol. I. Preface
Vol. I Contents.
Chapter 1: 1794-1808
Chapter 2: 1808-13
Chapter 3: 1813-15
Chapter 4: 1815-17
Chapter 5: 1817-18
Chapter 6: 1817-19
Chapter 7: 1818-20
Chapter 8: 1819-20
Chapter 9: 1820-21
Chapter 10: 1821-24
Chapter 11: 1817-24
Chapter 12: 1821-25
Chapter 13: 1826
Vol. II Contents
Chapter 14: 1826-32
Chapter 15: 1828-32
Chapter 16: 1832-36
Chapter 17: 1837-39
Chapter 18: 1837-43
Chapter 19: 1828-48
Chapter 20: 1826-52
Chapter 21: 1842-50
Chapter 22: 1850-53
Chapter 23: 1853-54
Chapter 24: Conclusion
Vol. II Index
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“I do not know which of my bad parts, as Benedict says, the Royal Society of Literature have fallen in love with me for, or whether it is for the whole politic state of evil—but here comes an official communication to tell me it is for my whole bodily Balaam.3 You must attend and take the medal for me. I will write of course a proper answer, but you must pay some smart touch and go compliments at

1 A sentence, not very tactful, in which Lockhart declared that Hogg was not the “boozing buffoon” of the “Noctes Ambrosianæ,” was meant to help him with “The Gaffers and Gammers of the Royal Literary Society.” A reply, in Wilson’s manner, occupies twelve pages of “Noctes Ambrosianæ” (iii. 178-190). This affair will be elucidated later. The Quarterly is distinguished from its Editor, and Hogg is made to speak of “a heart fu’ o’ everlastin’ gratitude to John Gibson Lockhart and Sir Walter Scott.”

2 Journal, i. 390, 391.

3 “Balaam” meant feeble “copy,” in the slang of Blackwood’s.

the reception. I wish anything could be done with the Gaffers or Gammers of literature on behalf of
Hogg, who is like, I fear, to need it more than ever, and is, besides, as headstrong as any of his fourfooted namesakes. He might make a good thing of the farm even yet, if he would let it lie in grass instead of keeping three ploughs and six horses to raise corn on the top of Mount Bengerlaw. I will do anything for him except becoming myself one of the cuddies.

“I have some curious untouched matter respecting Burns, which I send you enclosed. I hope you will go on with that piece of biography.

“I enclose a letter from Mr. Catterwawl” (Cattermole?), “or whatever his name is, and have promised that you shall attend on my part, time and place within mentioned, so ‘Follow this lord, and see you mock him not.’ My article on Home is finished, all but the Rebellion part, and will reach you presently.—Yours truly,

Walter Scott.

“Kindest love to Sophia, Johnnie, and little Walter. I shall certainly take your hint of converting the medal of the Honorificatudinitatibus into something useful. Anne seems to wish a substantial bread basket for dinner, or to hold rolls for breakfast. Sophia will know best, and may make some inquiry when in London. For my part I should like a salver as well.”