Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
        Sir Walter Scott to Lord Montagu of Boughton, 30 November 1820
        
        
          
        
        
          
        
       
      
      
      
      
     
     
    
     “Edinburgh, 30th November, 1820. 
     “My dear Lord, 
    
     “I had your letter some time since, and have now to
                                    congratulate you on your two months’ spell of labour-in-vain duty being
                                    at length at an end. The old sign of the Labour-in-vain Tavern was a fellow
                                    attempting to scrub a black-a-moor white; but the present difficulty seems to
                                    lie in showing that one is black. Truly, I congratulate the country on the
                                    issue; for, since the days of Queen
                                        Dollalolla* and the Rumti-iddity chorus
                                    in Tom
                                    
| | * Queen. “What though I now am
                                                    half-seas o’er,   I scorn to baulk this bout;   Of stiff rack-punch fetch bowls a score,   ’Fore George,
                                                    I’ll see them out!  | 
 ![]() | Chorus.— Rumti-iddity, row, row, row,   If we’d a good sup, we’d take it
                                                    now.”  | 
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![]() Thumb, never was there so jolly a representative of
                                    royalty. A good ballad might be made by way of parody on Gay’s Jonathan
                                        Wild,—
 Thumb, never was there so jolly a representative of
                                    royalty. A good ballad might be made by way of parody on Gay’s Jonathan
                                        Wild,— |  Her Majesty’s trial has set us at ease,   And every wife round me may kiss if she please.  | 
![]() We had the Marquis of Bute and
                                        Francis Jeffrey very brilliant in
                                    George Street, and I think one grocer besides. I was hard threatened by letter,
                                    but I caused my servant to say in the quarter where I thought the threatening
                                    came from, that I should suffer my windows to be broken like a Christian, but
                                    if any thing else was attempted, I should become as great a heathen as the Dey
                                    of Algiers. We were passed over, but many houses were terribly Cossaqué, as was the phrase in Paris
                                    1814 and 1815. The next night, being, like true Scotsmen, wise behind the hand,
                                    the bailies had a sufficient force sufficiently arranged, and put down every
                                    attempt to riot. If the same precautions had been taken before, the town would
                                    have been saved some disgrace, and the loss of at least L.1000 worth of
                                    property. Hay Donaldson* is getting
                                    stout again, and up to the throat in business; there is no getting a word out
                                    of him that does not smell of parchment and special service. He asked me, as it
                                    is to be a mere law service, to act as chancellor on the Duke’s inquest, which honourable office I
                                    will of course undertake with great willingness, and discharge, I mean the
                                    hospitable part of it, to the best of my power. I think you are right to avoid
                                    a more extended service, as L.1000 certainly would not clear the expense, as
                                    you would have to dine at least four counties, and as sweetly sing, with
                                        Duke Wharton on Chevy Chase,
 We had the Marquis of Bute and
                                        Francis Jeffrey very brilliant in
                                    George Street, and I think one grocer besides. I was hard threatened by letter,
                                    but I caused my servant to say in the quarter where I thought the threatening
                                    came from, that I should suffer my windows to be broken like a Christian, but
                                    if any thing else was attempted, I should become as great a heathen as the Dey
                                    of Algiers. We were passed over, but many houses were terribly Cossaqué, as was the phrase in Paris
                                    1814 and 1815. The next night, being, like true Scotsmen, wise behind the hand,
                                    the bailies had a sufficient force sufficiently arranged, and put down every
                                    attempt to riot. If the same precautions had been taken before, the town would
                                    have been saved some disgrace, and the loss of at least L.1000 worth of
                                    property. Hay Donaldson* is getting
                                    stout again, and up to the throat in business; there is no getting a word out
                                    of him that does not smell of parchment and special service. He asked me, as it
                                    is to be a mere law service, to act as chancellor on the Duke’s inquest, which honourable office I
                                    will of course undertake with great willingness, and discharge, I mean the
                                    hospitable part of it, to the best of my power. I think you are right to avoid
                                    a more extended service, as L.1000 certainly would not clear the expense, as
                                    you would have to dine at least four counties, and as sweetly sing, with
                                        Duke Wharton on Chevy Chase, |  * This gentleman, Scott’s friend and confidential solicitor, had
                                            obtained, (I believe) on his recommendation, the legal management of
                                            the Buccleuch affairs in Scotland.  | 
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                                    |  Pity it were   So much good wine to spill,   As these bold freeholders would drink,   Before they had their fill.  | 
![]() I hope we shall all live to see our young baron take his own chair, and
                                    feast the land in his own way. Ever your Lordship’s most truly faithful
 I hope we shall all live to see our young baron take his own chair, and
                                    feast the land in his own way. Ever your Lordship’s most truly faithful 
    
    
      
       “P.S.—In the illumination row, young
                                            Romilly was knocked down and robbed by the mob, just while
                                        he was in the act of declaiming on the impropriety of having constables and
                                        volunteers to interfere with the harmless mirth of the people.” 
     
    
    Hay Donaldson  (d. 1822)  
                  Writer to the Signet; he was the third son of Hay Donaldson (d. 1802) and Walter Scott's
                        friend and confidential solicitor.
               
 
    Henry Fielding  (1707-1754)  
                  English dramatist, essayist, and novelist; author of 
Joseph
                            Andrews (1742) and 
The History of Tom Jones (1749).
               
 
    John Gay  (1685-1732)  
                  English poet and Scriblerian satirist; author of 
The Shepherd's
                            Week (1714), 
Trivia (1714), and 
The
                            Beggar's Opera (1727).
               
 
    Francis Jeffrey, Lord Jeffrey  (1773-1850)  
                  Scottish barrister, Whig MP, and co-founder and editor of the 
Edinburgh
                            Review (1802-29). As a reviewer he was the implacable foe of the Lake School of
                        poetry.
               
 
    
    
    John Crichton- Stuart, second marquess of Bute  (1793-1848)  
                  The son of John Stuart, Viscount Mountstuart (1767–1794); after education at Eton and
                        Christ's College, Cambridge he was an agricultural improver on his extensive estates in
                        Scotland, England, and Wales.