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Though Mr Crabbe found it necessary to leave Scotland without seeing Abbotsford, this was not the case with many less celebrated friends from the south, who had flocked to Edinburgh at the time of the Royal Festival. Sir Walter’s house was, in his own phrase, “like a cried fair,” during several weeks after the King’s departure; and as his masons were then in the highest activity upon the addition to the building, the bustle and tumult within doors and without was really perplexing. We shall find him confessing that the excitement of the Edinburgh scenes had thrown him into a fever, and that he never needed repose more. He certainly never had less of it.
Nor was an unusual influx of English pilgrims the only legacy of
“the glorious days” of August. A considerable number of persons who
had borne a part in the ceremonies of the King’s
reception fancied that their exertions had entitled them to some substantial mark of royal
approbation; and post after post brought long-winded despatches from these clamorous
enthusiasts, to
MONS MEG. | 221 |
Sir Walter had also a petition of his own. This related to a certain gigantic piece of ordnance, celebrated in the history of the Scottish Jameses under the title of Mons Meg, and not forgotten in Drummond’s Macaronics—
——Sicuti Mons Megga crackasset,—— |
But the serious petition was one in which Sir
Walter expressed feelings in which I believe every class of his
fellow-countrymen were disposed to concur with him very cordially—and certainly none more
so than the generous King himself. The object which the
poet had at heart was the restoration of the Scottish peer-
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“A good many years ago Mr
Erskine of Mar, and other representatives of those noble persons
who were attainted for their accession to the Rebellions of 1715 and 1745, drew
up a humble petition to the King, praying
that his Majesty, taking into his royal consideration the long time which had
since elapsed, and the services and loyalty of the posterity of the attainted
Peers, would be graciously pleased to recommend to Parliament an Act for
reversing all attainders passed against those who were engaged in 1715 and
1745, so as to place their descendants in the same situation, as to rank, which
they would have held, had such attainders never taken place. This petition, it
is believed, was proposed about the time that an Act was passed for restoring
the forfeited estates, still in possession of the Crown; and it was imagined
that this gracious act afforded a better opportunity for requesting a reversal
of the attainders than had hitherto occurred, especially as it was supposed
JACOBITE PEERAGES—1822. | 223 |
“Two objections might, perhaps, occur; but it is hoped
that a short statement may be sufficient to remove them. It may be thought,
that if the attainders of 1715 and 1745 were reversed, it would be unjust not
to reverse all attainders which had ever passed in any period of the English
history—a measure which might give birth to such a multiplicity of claims for
ancient English Peerages, forfeited at different times, as might affect
seriously the House of Lords, so as both to render that assembly improperly
numerous, and to lower the precedency of many Peers who now sit there. To this
it is submitted, as a sufficient answer, that there is no occasion for
reversing any attainders previous to the accession of the present royal family,
and that the proposed Act might be founded on a gracious declaration of the
King, expressive simply of his
224 | LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. |
JACOBITE PEERAGES—1822. | 225 |
“A second objection, perhaps, might be raised, on the
ground that the reversal of the attainders in question would imply a censure
against the conduct of that Government by which they were passed, and
consequently an approval, in some measure, of those persons who were so
attainted. But it might as well be said that the reversal of Lord E. Fitzgerald’s attainder implied a
censure on the Parliament of Ireland, and on the King, by whom that act had
been passed; or that the restoration of an officer to the rank from which he
had been dismissed by the sentence of a court-martial, approved of by the King,
would imply a censure on that court, or on that King. Such implication might,
at all events, be completely guarded against by the preamble of the proposed
Act—which might condemn the Rebellion in strong terms—but reverse the
attainders, from the magnanimous wish of the King to obliterate the memory of
all former discord, so far as his own house had been the object of attack, and
from a just sense of the meritorious conduct and undoubted loyalty of the
descendants of those unfortunate, though criminal individuals. And it is humbly
submitted, that as there is no longer any Pretender to his Majesty’s
Crown, and as all classes of his subjects now regard him as both de jure and de facto the only
true representative of our ancient race of Princes—now is the time for such an
act of royal magnanimity, and of Parliamentary munificence, by which the honour
of so many noble houses would be
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In Scott’s collection of miscellaneous MSS. the article that stands next to this draft of “Hints,” is one that I must indulge myself with placing in similar juxtaposition here. I have already said something of his friendly relations with the people of the only manufacturing village in his neighbourhood. Among other circumstances highly grateful to them was his regular attendance on the day when their Deacon and Convener for the year entered on his office—which solemnity occurred early in October. On the approach of these occasions he usually received an invitation in verse, penned by a worthy weaver named Thomson, but known and honoured all over Teviotdale as “the Galashiels Poet.” At the first of these celebrations that ensued the forthcoming of Rob Roy, this bard delighted his compeers, and not less their guest, by chanting a clever parody on the excellent song of “Donald Caird,” i. e. Tinker, the chorus being—in place of Scott’s
“Dinna let the Sherra ken Donald Caird’s come again;”— |
“Think ye does the Sherra ken
Rob Mac
Gregor’s come
again:” |
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“This year we rather ’gin to falter
If an epistle we should send ye.
Say some, ‘Ye only plague Sir Walter,
He canna ilka year attend ye:
Last year, nae doubt, he condescended,
Just to be quit o’ your palaver;
But he could ne’er ha’e apprehended
That ilka year ye’d ask the favour.
He’s dined but lately wi’ the King,
And round him there is sic a splendour,
He winna stoop to such a thing,
For a’ the reasons ye can render:
Content yourselves wi’ John o’
Skye;
Your impudence deserves a wiper:
Ye’ll never rest till he grow shy,
And e’en refuse to send his piper.’
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“These reasons a’ may be withstood,
Wi’ nae pretensions for a talker;—
Ye mauna lightly Deacon Wood,
But dine wi’ him like Deacon Walker.
Your fav’rite dish is not forgot:
Imprimis for your bill of fare,
We’ll put a sheep’s-head i’ the pot,—
Ye’se get the cantle for your share:
And we’ve the best o’ “Mountain dew,”
Was gather’d whare ye mauna list,
In spite o’ a’ the gauger crew,
By Scotland’s ‘children o’ the mist.’
Last year your presence made us canty,
For which we hae ye yet to thank;
This year, in faith, we canna want ye,
Ye’re absence wad mak sic a blank.
As a’ our neibors are our friends,
The company is not selected;
But for to mak ye some amends,
There’s not a social soul neglected.
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“We wish you luck o’ your new biggin’;
There’s no the like o’t on the Tweed;
Ye’ll no mistak it by its riggin’,—*
It is an oddity indeed.
To Lady Scott our kind respect—
To her and to Miss Ann our thanks;
We hope this year they’ll no neglect
Again to smile upon our ranks.
Upon our other kind regards
At present we will no be treating,
For some discourse we maun hae spared
To raise the friendly crack at meeting.
So ye maun come, if ye can win
Gie’s nae excuse, like common gentry;—
If we suspect, as sure’s a gun,
On Abbotsford we’ll place a sentry.”
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It was a pleasant thing to see the annual procession of these weavers of Galashiels—or (for they were proud enough to adopt the name) of Ganders-cleuch—as they advanced from their village with John of Skye at their head, and the banners of their craft all displayed, to meet Sir Walter and his family at the ford, and escort them in splendour to the scene of the great festivity. And well pleased was he to “share the triumph and partake the gale” of Deacon Wood or Deacon Walker—and a proud man was Laureate Thomson when his health was proposed by the “brother bard” of Abbotsford. At this Galashiels festival the Ettrick Shepherd also was a regular attendant. He used to come down the night before, and accompany Sir Walter in the only carriage that graced the march; and many of Hogg’s best
* The old song says,—
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OCTOBER, 1822. | 229 |
In the following letters we have, as many readers may think, rather too much of the “new biggin” and “the riggin o’t” but I cannot consent to curtail such curiously characteristic records of the days when Scott was finishing Peveril of the Peak, and projecting his inimitable portraitures of Louis XI. and Charles of Burgundy.
“I have been ‘a vixen and a griffin,’ as Mrs Jenkins says, for many days in plain truth, very much out of heart. I know you will sympathize particularly with me on the loss of our excellent friend W. Erskine, who fell a victim to a hellishly false story which was widely circulated concerning him, or rather I should say to the sensibility of his own nature, which could not endure even the shadow of reproach—like the ermine, which is said to pine to death if its fur is soiled. And now Hay Donaldson* has followed him, an excellent man, who long
* Mr Hay Donaldson drew up an affecting sketch of his friend Lord Kinnedder’s Life and Character, to which Scott made some additions, and which was printed, but not, I think, for public circulation. He died shortly afterwards, on the 30th of September, 1822. |
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“When ance life’s day draws near the gloamin,”*—
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* Burns. |
OCTOBER, 1822. | 231 |
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“I wrote you a full account of the King’s visit, which went off à merveille. I suffered a good deal in consequence of excessive fatigue and constant anxiety, but was much relieved by a very inconvenient and nasty eruption which physicians call the prickly heat. Ross says if it had not broke out I would have had a bad fever—in the mean-time, though the complaint has gone off, my arms and legs are spotted like a leopard’s. The King has expressed himself most graciously to me, both at leaving Edinburgh and since he returned. I know from sure authority he has scarce ever ceased to speak about the Scotch and the fine taste and spirit of their reception.
“Some small accompts of yours have come in. This is wrong—you ought never to leave a country without clearing every penny of debt; and you have no apology for doing so, as you are never refused what I can afford. When you can get a troop I shall expect you to maintain yourself without further recourse on me, except in the case of extraordinary accident, so that, without pinching yourself, you must learn to keep all your expenses within your income; it is a lesson which if not learned in youth lays up much bitter regret for age.
“I am pleased with your account of Dresden, and could
have wished you had gone on to Töplitz, Leipsic, &c. At Töplitz
Buonaparte had his fatal check, losing
Vandamme, and about 10,000 men, who
had pressed too unwarily on the allies after raising the siege of Dresden.
These are marked events in your profession, and when you are on the ground you
ought to compare the scene
NOVEMBER, 1822. | 233 |
“We are all quite well here; my new house is quite finished as to masonry, and we are now getting on the roof just in time to face the bad weather. Charles is well at last writing—the Lockharts speak for themselves. Game is very plenty, and two or three pair of pheasants are among the young wood at Abbotslee. I have given strict orders there shall be no shooting of any kind on that side of the hill. Our house has been a little disturbed by a false report that puss had eat up the favourite robin-redbreast who comes every morning to sing for crumbs after breakfast, but the reappearance of Robin exculpates old Hinzie. On your birthday this week you become major!—God send you the wit and reflection necessary to conduct yourself as a man; from henceforward, my province will be to advise rather than to command.—Well, we shall have a little jollification, and drink your health on becoming legally major, which, I suppose, you think a much less matter than were you to become so in the military term.
“Mamma is quite well, and with Ann and Cousin Walter join in compliments and love.—Always affectionately yours,
In the next letter to Terry, Scott refers to the death of an amiable friend of his, Mr James Wedderburne, Solicitor-General for Scotland, which occurred on the 7th November; and we have an indication that Peveril of the Peak had reached the fourth volume, in his announcement of the subject for Quentin Durward.
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“I got all the plans safe, and they are delightful. The library ceiling will be superb, and we have plenty of ornaments for it without repeating one of those in the eating-room. The plan of shelves is also excellent, and will, I think, for a long time suffice my collection. The brasses for the shelves I like—but not the price: the notched ones, after all, do very well. I have had three grand hawls since I last wrote to you. The pulpit, repentance-stool, King’s seat, and God knows how much of carved wainscot, from the kirk of Dunfermline,* enough to coat the hall to the height of seven feet:—supposing it boarded above, for hanging guns, old portraits, intermixed with armour, &c.—it will be a superb entrance-gallery: this is hawl the first. Hawl second is twenty-four pieces of the most splendid Chinese paper, twelve feet high by four wide, a present from my cousin Hugh Scott,† enough to finish the drawing-room and two bed-rooms. Hawl third is a quantity of what is called Jamaica cedar-wood, enough for fitting up both the drawing-room and the library, including the presses, shelves, &c.: the wood is finely pencilled and most beautiful, something like the colour of gingerbread; it costs very little more than oak, works much easier, and is never touched by vermin of any kind. I sent Mr Atkinson a specimen, but it was from the plain end of the plank: the interior is finely waved and variegated. Your kind and unremitting exertions in our favour will soon plenish the drawing-
* For this hawl Sir Walter was indebted to the Magistrates of Dunfermline. † Captain Hugh Scott, of the East India Company’s Naval Service (now of Draycote House, near Derby), second son to the late Laird of Raeburn. |
NOVEMBER, 1822. | 235 |
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“Once more, let me wish you joy of your professional success. I can judge, by a thousand minute items, of the advance you make with the public, just as I can of the gradual progress of my trees, because I am interested in both events. You may say, like Burke, you were not ‘coaxed and dandled into eminence,’ but have fought your way gallantly, shown your passport at every barrier, and been always a step in advance, without a single retrograde movement. Every one wishes to advance rapidly, but when the desired position is gained, it is far more easily maintained by him whose ascent has been gradual, and whose favour is founded not on the unreasonable expectations entertained from one or two seasons, but from an habitual experience of the power of pleasing
* A cast of the skull of King Robert the Bruce, made when his tomb was discovered during some repairs of Dunfermline Abbey, in 1819. |
DECEMBER, 1822. | 237 |
“I have not been very well—a whoreson thickness of blood, and a depression of spirits arising from the loss of friends (to whom I am now to add poor Wedderburne), have annoyed me much; and Peveril will, I fear, smell of the apoplexy. I propose a good rally, however, and hope it will be a powerful effect. My idea is, entre nous, a Scotch archer in the French King’s guard, tempore Louis XI., the most picturesque of all times.—Always yours very faithfully,
This letter contains the first allusion to the species of malady that ultimately proved fatal to Sir Walter Scott. He, as far as I know, never mentioned to any one of his family the symptoms which he here speaks of; but long before any serious apoplectic seizure occurred, it had been suspected by myself, and by others of his friends, that he had sustained slight attacks of that nature, and concealed them.
The depression of spirits of which he complains, could not, however, have
hung over him long; at least it by no means interrupted any of his usual occupations. A
grievous interruption had indeed been occasioned by the royal visit, its preparations, and
its legacy of visitants and correspondence; but he now laboured to make up his lee-way, and
Peveril of the Peak was completed, and some progress had also
been achieved with the first volume of Quentin
Durward, before the year reached its close. Nor had he ceased to contemplate
future labour, and continued popularity, with the same firmness and hopefulness as ever. He
had, in the course of October, completed his contract, and received Constable’s bills,
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Sir Walter was, as may be supposed, stimulated in all these matters by the music of the hammer and saw at Abbotsford. Witness this letter, written during the Christmas recess—
“It is close firing to answer letters the day they
come to hand, but I am afraid of losing opportunities, as in the case of the
mirror, not to be retrieved. I am first to report progress, for your
consideration and Mr Atkinson’s,
of what I have been doing here. Every thing about the house has gone
à rien mieux, and the
shell is completely finished; all the upper story and garrets, as well as the
basement, have had their first coat of plaster, being first properly fenced
from the exterior air. The only things which we now greatly need are the
designs for the ceilings of the hall and drawing-room, as the smiths and
plasterers are impatient for their working plans, the want of which rather
stops them. I have taken actual, real, and corporal possession of my
sitting-room, which has been fitted with a temporary floor, door, and
window—the oratory, and the door into the library, being bricked up
ad interim. This was a stop
of necessity, as my books began to suffer in Peter’s garret, so they were brought up to the said room,
and are all ranged in their old shelves and presses, so as to be completely
comeatable. They have been now there a fortnight without the least appearance
of damp, so dry
JANUARY, 1823. | 239 |
240 | LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. |
“The plan preferred for the door between the entrance-hall and ante-room, was that which was marked B. To make this plain, I reinclose A and C—which mode of explaining myself puts me in mind of the evidence of an Irish officer—‘We met three rebels, one we shot, hanged another, the third we flogged and made a guide of.’—‘Which of the three did you flog and make a guide of?’—‘Him whom we neither shot nor hanged.’ Understand, therefore, that the plan not returned is that fixed upon. I think there is nothing left to say about the house excepting the chimney-pieces. I have selected for the hall chimney-piece one of the cloister arches of Melrose, of which I enclose an accurate drawing. I can get it finished here very beautifully, at days’ wages, in our dark red freestone. The chimneys of drawing-room, library, and my own room, with grates conforming, will be got much better in London than any where else; by the by, for the hall I have got an old massive chimney-grate which belonged to the old persecutor Bishop Sharp, who was murdered on Magus Muir. All our grates must be contrived to use wood as well as coal, with what are called half-dogs.
“I am completely Lady
Wishfort as to the escritoire. In fact, my determination would
very much depend on the possibility of showing it to advantage; for if it be
such as is set up against a wall, like what is called, par excellence, a writing-desk, you know
we have no space in the library that is not occupied by book-presses. If, on
the contrary, it stands quite free, why, I do not know—I must e’en leave
it to you to decide between taste and prudence. The silk damask, I fancy, we
must have for the drawing-room curtains; those in the library we shall have of
superfine crimson cloth from Galashiels, made of mine own wool. I should like
the silk to be sent down in the bales, as I wish these curtains to be made
JANUARY, 1823. | 241 |
“Another and most important service would be to procure me, from any person whom Mr Atkinson may recommend, the execution of the enclosed commission for fruit-trees. We dare not trust Edinburgh; for though the trade never makes a pause in furnishing you with the most rare plants, insomuch that an old friend of mine, the original Jonathan Oldbuck, having asked one of them to supply him with a dozen of anchovies, he answered ‘he had plenty of them, but, being a delicate plant, they were still in the hothouse’ yet, when the said plants come to bear fruit, the owner may adopt the classical line—
‘Miratur novas frondes et non sua poma.’ |
242 | LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. |
“Peveril has been stopped ten days, having been driven back to Leith
Roads by stress of weather. I have not a copy here, but will write to Ballantyne to send you one forthwith. I am
sick of thinking of it myself. We hear of you often, and always of your
advancing favour with the public. It is one of many cases in which the dearly
beloved public has come round to my decided opinion, after seeming to waver for
a time. Washington Irving’s
success is another instance of the same. Little
Walter will, I hope, turn out all we can wish him; and Mrs Terry’s health, I would fain hope,
will be completely re-established. The steam-boats make a jaunt to Scotland
comparatively so speedy and easy, that I hope you will sometimes cast both of
yourselves this way. Abbotsford, I am sure, will please you, when
JANUARY, 1823. | 243 |
“John Thomson, Duddingstone, has given me his most splendid picture, painted, he says, on purpose for me a true Scottish scene. It seems to me that many of our painters shun the sublime of our country, by labouring to introduce trees where doubtless by search they might be found, but where most certainly they make no conspicuous part of the landscape, being like some little folks who fill up a company, and put you to the proof before you own to have seen them. Now this is Fast Castle, famous both in history and legend, situated near St Abb’s Head, which you most certainly must have seen, as you have cruized along the coast of Berwickshire. The view looks from the land down on the ragged ruins, a black sky and a foaming ocean beyond them. There is more imagination in the picture than in any I have seen of a long time a sort of Salvator Rosa’s doings.—Revenons à nos moutons. I find that the plans for the window-shutters of the entrance-hall are much wanted. My wainscot will not be altogether seven feet—about six. Higher it cannot be, because of the pattern of the Dunfermline part; and lower I would not have it, because the armour, &c. must be suspended beyond the reach of busy and rude fingers, to which a hall is exposed. You understand I mean to keep lighter, smaller, and more ornate objects of curiosity in the present little room, and have only the massive and large specimens, with my fine collection of horns, &c., in the hall. Above the wainscot, I propose the wall to be planked and covered with cartridge paper, and then properly painted in wainscot, to match the arrangement beneath.
“I have now, as your own Dogberry says, bestowed all my tediousness upon you;—yet I have
still a question
244 | LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. |
* I presume this alludes to the English edition of Retsch’s Outlines from Faust. † Mr Cohen is now Sir Francis Palgrave, K.H. |
PEVERIL OF THE PEAK—JANUARY, 1823. | 245 |
“P.S. Direct to Edinburgh, where I shall be on the 14th. Perhaps the slightest sketch of the escritoire might enable me to decide. If I could swop my own, which cost me L.30, it might diminish my prudential scruples. Poor little Johnnie would have offered the prime cost at once. Your letter shall go to James Ballantyne. I think I have something new likely to be actually dramatical. I will send it you presently; but, on your life, show it no one, for certain reasons. The very name is kept secret, and, strange to tell, it will be printed without one.”
The precaution mentioned in this P.S. was really adopted in the printing of Quentin Durward. It had been suggested by a recent alarm about one of Ballantyne’s workmen playing foul, and transmitting proof-sheets of Peveril while at press to some American pirate.
Peveril of the Peak appeared, then, in
January, 1823. Its reception was somewhat colder than that of its three immediate
predecessors. The post-haste rapidity of the Novelist’s execution was put to a severe
trial, from his adoption of so wide a canvass as was presented by a period of twenty busy
years, and filled by so very large and multifarious an assemblage of persons, not a few of
them, as it were, struggling for prominence. Fenella
was an unfortunate conception; what is good in it is not original, and the rest
extravagantly absurd and incredible. Even worse was that condescension to the practice of
vulgar romancers, in his treatment of the trial scenes—scenes usually the very citadels of
his strength—which outraged every feeling of probability with those who had studied the
terrible tragedies of the Popish Plot, in the authentic records of, perhaps, the
246 | LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. |
“It had become a trite remark, long before there was the reason for it which now exists, that the Waverley novels are, even from their mere popularity, the most striking literary phenomena of the age. And that popularity, unequalled as it is in its extent, is perhaps more extraordinary in its permanence. It has resisted the tendency of the public, and perhaps of ourselves, much as we struggle against it, to think every subsequent work of the same author inferior to its predecessors, if it be not manifestly superior. It has resisted the satiety which might have been predicted as the necessary consequence of the frequent repetition of similar characters and situations. Above all, it has withstood pessimum genus inimicorum laudantes. And, in spite of acute enemies, and clumsy friends, and
* I the rather quote this criticism, as it was published in the London Review a journal which stopped at the second or third Number, and must therefore have had a very narrow circulation. |
PEVERIL OF THE PEAK. | 247 |
“But we do not think that these qualities, even taken together, sufficiently account for such an effect as has been produced. In almost all of them, he has had equals—in some, perhaps, superiors—and though we know of no writer of any age or any nation who has united all these excellences in so high a degree, their deficiencies have been balanced by strength, in what are our author’s weakest points, interest and probability in the fable, and clearness of narration.
“We are inclined to suggest as the additional cause of
his success, the manner in which his works unite the most irreconcilable forms, and the
most opposite materials. He exhibits, sometimes in succession, and sometimes intermingled,
tragedy and the romance, comedy and the novel. Great events, exalted personages, and awful
superstitions have, in general, been the exclusive province of the two former. But the
dignity which has been supposed to belong to those styles of writing, has in general
excluded the representation of the everyday occurrences and familiar emotions, which,
though parts of great events, and incident to great people, are not characteristic of
either. And as human nature is principally conversant in such occurrences and emotions, it
has in general been inadequately or falsely represented in tragedy and romance;
inadequately by good writers, and falsely by bad—the former omitting whatever could not be
made splendid and majestic, the latter exaggerating what they found really great, and
attempting to give importance to what is base and trivial, and sacrificing reason and
probability to render freebooters dignified, and make familiar friends converse in heroics.
Homer and Euripides are the only exceptions among the ancients; and no modern
tragedian, except Shakspeare, has ventured to make a
king’s son, ‘remember that poor creature, small-beer.’ Human
nature, therefore, fell into the hands of comedians and novelists; but they seem either to
have thought that there was something in the feelings and sufferings of ordinary mortality
incon-
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“We may compare tragedy to a martyrdom by one of the old masters; which, whatever be its merit, represents persons, emotions, and events so remote from the experience of the spectator, that he feels the grounds of his approbation and blame to be in a great measure conjectural. The romance, such as we generally have seen it, resembles a Gothic window-piece, where monarchs and bishops exhibit the symbols of their dignity, and saints hold out their palm branches, and grotesque monsters in blue and gold pursue one another through the intricacies of a never-ending scroll, splendid in colouring, but childish in composition, and imitating nothing in nature but a mass of drapery and jewels thrown over the commonest outlines of the human figure. The works of the comedian and novelist, in their least interesting forms, are Dutch paintings and caricatures: in their best, they are like Wilkie’s earlier pictures, accurate imitations of pleasing, but familiar objects—admirable as works of art, but addressed rather to the judgment than to the imagination.
“Our author’s principal agents are the mighty of the earth, often mixed, in his earlier works, with beings of more than earthly attributes. He paints the passions which arm sect against sect, party against party, and nation against nation. He relates, either episodically or as the main object of his narrative, the success or failure of those attempts which permanently affect the happiness of states; conspiracies and rebellions, civil war and religious persecution, the overthrow of dynasties and changes of belief—
‘There saw I how the secret felon wrought, And treason labouring in the traitor’s thought; On the other side there stood destruction bare, Unpunish’d rapine, and a waste of war; Contest, with sharpen’d knives in cloysters drawn, And all with blood bespread the holy lawn.’ |
“So far he has nothing in common with the novelist or
the comedian. But he writes for times when the veil of high life is rent or torn away—when
all men are disposed to scrutinize, and
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“We have no doubt that his constant introduction of legal proceedings (a subject as carefully avoided by his predecessors) materially assists the plausibility of his narratives. In peaceful times, the law is the lever which sets in motion a great part of our actions, and regulates and controls them all. And if, in times of civil disturbance, its regular and beneficial operation be interrupted (and indeed such an interruption is the criterion, and the great mischief of civil disturbance), yet the forms of law are never in more constant use. Men who would not rob or murder, will sequestrate and condemn. The advantage, the gratification of avarice or hatred, is enjoyed by all the responsibility is divided; since those who framed the iniquitous law have not to execute it, and those who give effect to it did not create it. The recurrence, therefore, in our author’s works, of this mainspring of human affairs, has a double effect. If the story were true, we should expect to meet with it; supposing it fictitious, we should expect it to be absent.
“An example will illustrate much of what we have
tediously, and we fear obscurely, attempted to explain. We will take one from Waverley. The principal scenes are laid in a
royal palace, on a field of battle, where the kingdom is the stake, and at the head-
250 | LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. |
I fear the reader will hardly pardon me for bringing him down abruptly
from this fine criticism to a little joke of the Parliament-House. Among its lounging young
barristers of those days, Sir Walter Scott, in the
intervals of his duty as clerk, often came forth and mingled much in the style of his own
coeval Mountain. Indeed the pleasure he seemed to take in the
society of his professional juniors, was one of the most remarkable, and certainly not the
least agreeable features of his character at this period of his consummate honour and
celebrity; but I should rather have said, perhaps, of young people generally, male or
female, law or lay, gentle or simple. I used to think it was near of kin to another feature
“OLD PEVERIL.” | 251 |
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“Irrecoverable sinner,
Work what Whigs you please till dinner,
But be here exact at six,
Smooth as oil with mine to mix.
(Sophy may step up to tea,
Our table has no room for she).
Come (your gum within your cheek)
And help sweet
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