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The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 14: 1826-32
Sir Walter Scott to John Gibson Lockhart, 4 March 1828
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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 saw some sheets of your Burns, which I have no doubt will supersede all former lives. I conceive his over-estimation of the genius of such men as Lapraik to have been excited, so far as it was real, by the similarity of taste betwixt himself and these rhymers, however inferior the latter might be in powers, and partly perhaps to have been of the nature of the caresses which a celebrated beauty is often seen to bestow upon girls far inferior in beauty to herself, and whom ‘she loves the better therefore.’

“Love to Sophia. I hope the moustaches” (Major Scott’s) “rise in Walter’s good graces. This will accompany a new edition of the Tales, greatly improved, for Mr. Littlejohn’s kind acceptance.

“Greatly do I enjoy the prospect of meeting the
26 LIFE OF J. G. LOCKHART.  
whole kit of you over wine and walnuts once more. It has not happened, I think, since your marriage.

“I swear by the Duke’s fortune in politics and war, and take no small credit to myself for having been at the Rising in the North Countrye—the great Northern Rebellion, as I heard some Whigs term it.1 God tend the King, preserve his health, and I think all will go well.—Yours affectionately,

Walter Scott.

“I think curious light might be thrown on Burns’s life from some of his fragments of songs, which he threw off like sparkles from a flint when anything struck him. Thus, when he was finishing his house at Ellisland, he set off with the line of a happy and contented man—
‘I ha’e a house o’ my ain,’
feeling all the manly consequence as a householder and a husband which a settlement in life, which might have been expected to be permanent, inspired him with.”