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The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 18: 1837-43
John Gibson Lockhart to Henry Hart Milman, 22 September 1840
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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
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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
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Milton Lockhart, Lanark,
Sept. 22, 1840.

My dear Milman,— . . . Yesterday I spent in Glasgow. I found the town all occupied with a Chartist procession of at least 20,000 people arranged by trades and districts—the object being to welcome back, as the first huge banner explained, ‘Victims of Whig persecution,’ to wit, two cotton-spinning scamps convicted of a conspiracy for, inter alia, murder about two years ago, and now returned from Botany Bay by the favour of the Whig Government, who have reduced their seven years of exile to one. The flags and symbols were of the most
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audacious kind—the inscriptions breathing everything horrid and atrocious against kings and priests, and especially Whigs, and the only flags not inscribed being either Tricolour or Yankee. Yet the captain of the Glasgow police stalked with his baton in advance of the whole, and his satellite sergeants regulated and accompanied every section of the march; halting to groan at every Whig factory or mansion, and to cheer, very often, at the residences of the Tories. I thought this was carrying liberality a little too far on the part of the authorities; but Jacobi of Balm, whom I sat by at dinner, was enchanted—he had never before seen police acting but like executioners; in this happy land they seemed good-natured schoolmasters humouring the boys in a frolic! And certainly all was good-humour and whisky—not a symptom of violence all day long, and the evening quite tranquil. A barber who cut my hair told me he fancied it might be a question whether the Chartist row or the scientific one1 were the grosser humbug. I met twenty-four of the philosophers at dinner chez
Sheriff Alison, Historian and Economist, and Lionfeeder in Chief of the City—Duke and Duchess of St. Albans; Sir A. Johnstone, Privy Councillor; Lords Breadalbane, Sandon, and Teignmouth; Sir J. Macneil and his wife; half a score Germans and Russians; and the Contessina—whom you pro-

1 Lockhart used to banter Sir Roderick Murchison about the British Association. See Mr. Geikie’sLife of Murchison.”

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bably encountered among your Whigs when she illuminated Mayfair a while ago. She owns to twenty-three, but looks forty—very handsome, dressed after some picture of
Correggio, with magnificent black curls clustered under portentous draperies of gold and scarlet. Her section is, I fancy, that of l’amour physique, and the specimen she seemed to take most interest in was Sir John Macneil, who sported his red ribbon and star with due effect. I accompanied these exotics to a proménade scientifique et musicale, where perhaps forty or fifty ladies and gentlemen were jostled up and down the Royal Exchange of Glasgow, among two thousand dominies in corduroys and mackintoshes, with their spouses in straw bonnets, and their daughters in tartan snoods and plaids—the refreshments, tea, coffee, and punch, in about a hundred huge bowls, arranged under a gallery crammed with all the bagpipers of the region. I witnessed the introduction of the blazing Contessina to Chalmers, reeking forth rain and other fluids, splashed to the mid-leg with mud, and with a portentous hat, which distilled abundantly water, grease, and odours. The doctor has little French and no Italian—so they only looked their loves. But I did not see his Grace of Siluria,1 and, alas! I fear I shall not see him; for I left Glasgow at six this morning, quite satisfied with the Association, and he and her Grace are, I hear, to move whenever the grand Cattle Show is

1 A nickname of Sir Roderick Murchison.

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over upon the deer parks of Breadalbane.—Yours ever truly,

J. G. Lockhart.

“I hope you will do the ‘Roms Beschreibung,’ &c, soon. (A modest Editor!)”