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The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 3: 1813-15
John Gibson Lockhart to Jonathan Christie, 15 June 1813

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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“Glasgow, Tuesday, 15th June (1813).

My dear Christie,—I hope you will acknowledge the veniality of my neglect in not writing to you ere I quitted our Athens on two grounds. 1st, That I was remarkably hurried during the few days intervening betwixt my examination and my departure; 2ndly, That, notwithstanding all the hurry, I actually found time to write you a pretty long epistle, which I committed to the fiery flames in contrition for the worthlessness thereof. This second circumstance indeed shows me and my own modesty in such a charming point of view, that I cannot doubt they would procure for me the forgiveness of a heavier offence. I went up to London with Hamilton, and stayed long enough to see new Miss Drury, and Rae in ‘Octavian.’ This actor is a very fine young man—not accurately handsome, perhaps, but having a light, graceful, and energetic figure, with a fine long muscular neck surmounted (to talk à la Riddell) by a noble countenance, shaded with long hair of the most beautiful jet black. Miss Duncan I saw also. She is married
to a damned gamester, one Davison, and repairs from his seat in the Fleet to Drury Lane every evening to get him bread. When she was in Scotland last she refused a respectable laird of £1300 a year, and asserted that she would have nothing less than a title. In our passage by sea we enjoyed all the luxuries of a smack in perfection.

“I have had a letter from Williams this morning in which the classification is detailed. However, Jenkyns is, it seems, to write me with all haste, a favour similar to what you have, I suppose, by this time experienced. I have no earthly thing to find fault with in all this affair except our common enemy, your breast complaint, which has, I perceive, been the sole cause of depriving me of a double gratification——1 I hear Traill has forsan proairetically scalded his leg by way of escaping the little wrath of our little hero, Jenkyns. Hamilton has spent the last two nights with me here, and went up this morning to his mother’s. I cannot write to Oxford till my father comes home, and enables me to discharge some debt contracted before I came off to Traill. He is in Selkirkshire, where I mean shortly to go; but in the meantime my mother and the bairns, including Mr. John, are going to Ayrshire for sea-bathing. Address for me nevertheless here, and believe me ever, your most affectionate friend,

J. G. Lockhart.

1 A couple of lines obliterated by the seal.


P.S.—Hamilton has directed me to make Traill send you down several medical books left behind him, which if you have not already received, you may look for in a short time.”