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The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 2: 1808-13
John Gibson Lockhart to Jonathan Christie, [1810?]

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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Balliol, Monday.

My dearest Christie,—I thought to have answered your letter by our friend Tom Cornish, but a paucity of the ready detains him here, so I shall send down songs (and what not?) by him, but must allow myself to describe our St. Andrew’s Eve—I forget minutiæ. I believe we went there individually without any great expectations as to the matter of fun. For (old Leslie, Hamilton, Baillie, yourself, and the Traills being gone—besides
Annan, who was hurried to London that very day, and Hannay, whom nobody missed), we looked out in reality for an evening of port and dulness. But di meliora. A man named Taylor of Brazennose came there, and M’Donald, and MacGowan of University; and Jack Jenkyns, to make a display of his boarding-school-governess sort of authority, issued his mandate against dining in college; so we took to Dickesons’,—where nine men had a famous dinner for the small sum of £8, 8s. We went on with great harmony till about eight o’clock. Taylor, who is a bachelor and a true blue, proposed drinking in solemn silence this toast, ‘The illustrious memory of the greatest champion of Scottish liberty, civil and religious,—the Rev. John Knox, minister of the gospel in the Tolbooth Kirk, Edinburgh.’ Jack looked blue, and harangued talis. ‘Sir’ (on his legs)—‘I hope, sir, I have lived long enough, sir, in the world to drink out of respect to you the devil—if you give it. But, sir, I would rather drink all the devils in hell than John Knox, who dung down the cathedral kirks and braw houses of all the Bishops in Scotland. For, sir, I, though not a member of this University, in so high a situation as the other members of this glorious assembly—I am an antiquarian—a very lover of antiquities! Yet I will drink John Knox, if you on this insist.’

“Taylor replied, and after rejoinders, replies, and replications unnumbered, changed his toast to ‘The
Brigs of Ayr.’ My turn came, and I gave ‘The memory of the
Prince,’” and I understand, spoke upon him and the merits of his cause with unbounded applause—for I forgot all this in the morning. And the whole party drunk this upon their knees, and Jack reeled home, and so did we all, about half-past eleven.

Nicoll went off at half-past seven crying—
‘Oh me when shall I sober me!’

“Tom can expatiate on all these things.

“I heard from Hamilton the other day, he is reading law at Edinburgh.”