The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart
Chapter 9: 1820-21
Sir Walter Scott to John Gibson Lockhart, 20 July 1820
“Dear Lockhart,—I
had your kind letter, and congratulate you on your hard-fought battle.
Wilson has surmounted difficulties
of which he was not aware, for the worthy wrote to Lord Melville on the subject of his interference, and received
a most capital answer. Moreover, all sorts of anonymous letters were directed
to little purpose at the same quarter. The victory, however, being gained, it
is greatly the opinion of Mr.
1 Postmark, July 25, 1820. The letter could not
be discovered for Scott’s Correspondence: I owe it to the
kindness of my friend, Mr. C. M.
Falconer of Dundee, who found this, and some other
papers, by a curious accident. |
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Wilson’s best wishers, and most especially mine,
that the matter may be suffered to rest. His best triumph, and that of his
friends, will be in the concentration of his powerful mind upon the great and
important task before him, and in utterly contemning the paltry malice of those
who have taken such foul means of opposing him. Any attempt on his part, or
that of his friends, to retaliate on such a fainéant as poor Stookie, or on the Scotsman, is like a gentleman fighting with a
chimney sweeper—he may lick him, but cannot avoid being smutted in the
conflict. For my part, I vow to God I would sooner fight a duel with an actual
scavenger than enter into controversy with such fellows.
“I am sure our friend has been taught the danger of
giving way to high spirits in mixed society, where there is some one always
ready to laugh at the joke and to put it into his pocket to throw in the
jester’s face on some future occasion. It is plain Wilson must have walked the course had he been
cautious in selecting the friends of his lighter hours, and now, clothed with
philosophical dignity, his friends will really expect he should be on his guard
in this respect, and add to his talents and amiable disposition the proper
degree of retenue becoming a moral
teacher. Try to express all this to him in your own way, and believe that, as I
have said it from the best motives, so I would wish it conveyed in the most
delicate terms, as from one
who equally honours Wilson’s genius and loves his
benevolent, ardent, and amiable disposition, but who would willingly see them
mingled with the caution which leaves calumny no pin to hang her infamous
accusations upon.
“For the reasons above mentioned I wish you had not
published the ‘Testimonium.’ It is very clever, but descends to too low
game. If Jeffrey or Cranstoun, or any of the dignitaries, chose to
fight such skirmishes there would be some credit in it; but I do not like to
see you turn out as a sharp-shooter with ——. ‘What does
thou drawn among these heartless hinds?’ If M’Culloch were to parade you upon the
score of Stanza xiii., I do not see how you could decline his meeting, as you
make the man your equal (ad hoc, I mean), when you
condescend to insult him by name. And the honour of such
a rencounter would be small comfort to your friends for the danger which must
attend it. I have hitherto avoided saying anything on this subject,1 though some little turn towards personal satire is, I
think, the only drawback to your great and powerful talents, and I think I may
have hinted as much to you. But I wished to see how this matter of Wilson’s would turn, before making a
clean breast upon this subject. It might have so happened that you could
1 Later Sir
Walter says that he remonstrated before Lockhart’s marriage. It is
impossible to know on which occasion,—the present, or a later
period,—his memory was at fault. |
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not handsomely or kindly have avoided a share in his
defence, if the enemy had prevailed, and where friendship, or country, or any
strong call demands the use of satiric talent, I hope I should neither fear
risk myself or desire a friend to shun it. But now that he has triumphed I
think it would be bad taste to cry out— ‘Strike up our drums—pursue the scattered stray.’
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Besides, the natural consequence of his new situation must be his
relinquishing his share in these compositions—at least, he will injure
himself in the opinion of many friends, and expose himself to a continuation of
galling and vexatious disputes to the embittering of his life, should he do
otherwise. In that case I really hope you will pause before you undertake to be
the Boaz of the Maga; I mean in the personal and satirical
department, when the Jachin has seceded.
“Besides all other objections of personal enemies,
personal quarrels, constant obloquy, and all uncharitableness, such an
occupation will fritter away your talents, hurt your reputation both as a
lawyer and a literary man, and waste away your time in what at best will be but
a monthly wonder. What has been done in this department will be very well as a
frolic of young men, but let it suffice, ‘the gambol has been
shown’—the frequent repetition will lose its effect even as
pleasantry, for Peter Pindar, the
sharpest of personal satirists, wrote himself down,
and wrote himself out, and is
forgotten. The public can be cloyed with this as well as with other high
seasoned food. Remember it is to the personal satire I
object, and to the horse-play of your raillery, as well as the mean objects on
whom it is wasted. Employing your wit and wisdom on general national topics,
and bestowing deserved correction on opinions rather than men, or on men only
as connected with actions and opinions, you cannot but do your country
yeoman’s service.
“The magazine, I should think, might be gradually
restricted in the point of which I complain, and strengthened and enlarged in
circulation at the same time. It certainly has done and may do admirable
service; it is the excess I complain of, and particularly as respecting your
share in it, for I care not how hard others lay on the Galwegian Stot, only I would not like to have
you in that sort of scrape which, if he have a particle of the buffalo in him,
might, I think, ensue. Revere yourself, my dear boy, and think you were born to
do your country better service than in this species of warfare. I make no
apology (I am sure you will require none) for speaking plainly what my anxious
affection dictates. As the old warrior says, ‘May the name of
Mevni be forgotten among the
people, and may they only say, Behold the father of Gaul.’ I wish
you to have the benefit of my experience without purchasing it; and be assured,
that the consciousness of attain-
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ing complete superiority
over your calumniators and enemies by the force of your general character, is
worth a dozen of triumphs over them by the force of wit and raillery. I am sure
Sophia, as much as she can or ought
to form any judgment respecting the line of conduct you have to pursue in your
new character of a man married and settled, will be of my opinion in this
matter, and that you will consider her happiness and your own, together with
the respectability of both, by giving what I have said your anxious
consideration.
“I am delighted to hear you get on so soon with the
Roman tale.1 It cannot but be admirable, and is quite new. I would
have you anxiously consider the author for a little time. The Abb. gets on; I hope it will do, and am
greatly encouraged by your sentiments and Erskine’s. James
Ballantyne, a good specimen of a certain class of readers, likes
the second volume better than the first—Vogue
la galère.
I have at present a visit from Dr. [name
illegible]; he has stayed with me some days, and I think him
intelligent and sensible, under a good deal of high-church and classical
bigotry—neither indeed is the sort of bigotry which I dislike. If
Charles goes eastward ho! I shall be glad to have
compassed his acquaintance . . .
[This part torn off.]
. . . which would be a beautiful thing if it could be
done, but I doubt it, and I make a point never
to do anything over my poor neighbours’ necks. Constable proposes £400 for the
Review1—this is too little, I think, though
fully what the work can afford. Write to James
Ballantyne, who thinks it should be £500, what your own
views are, and they will be complied with instantly. Do not let this business
slumber, for in these matters one should be a man of business. I have nothing
to add but my best affection to Fia, as
Charles used to call her when a child, and kind
respects to your father and mother. I need not say how happy I will be when
your Western Circuit finishes, and you come here to see the rising
towers.”
James Ballantyne (1772-1833)
Edinburgh printer in partnership with his younger brother John; the company failed in the
financial collapse of 1826.
Archibald Constable (1774-1827)
Edinburgh bookseller who published the
Edinburgh Review and works
of Sir Walter Scott; he went bankrupt in 1826.
George Cranstoun, Lord Corehouse (1771-1850)
Scottish judge and scholar, the brother-in-law of Dugald Stewart and friend of Walter
Scott; he was raised to the bench in 1826 as Lord Corehouse.
William Erskine, Lord Kinneder (1768-1822)
The son of an episcopal clergyman of the same name, he was a Scottish advocate and a
close friend and literary advisor to Sir Walter Scott.
Francis Jeffrey, Lord Jeffrey (1773-1850)
Scottish barrister, Whig MP, and co-founder and editor of the
Edinburgh
Review (1802-29). As a reviewer he was the implacable foe of the Lake School of
poetry.
John Gibson Lockhart (1794-1854)
Editor of the
Quarterly Review (1825-1853); son-in-law of Walter
Scott and author of the
Life of Scott 5 vols (1838).
John Ramsay McCulloch [the Stot] (1789-1864)
Educated at Edinburgh University, he published in the
Edinburgh
Review, edited
The Scotsman (1817-21), and was professor of
political economy at the University of London (1828-37).
John Wilson [Christopher North] (1785-1854)
Scottish poet and Tory essayist, the chief writer for the “Noctes Ambrosianae” in
Blackwood's Magazine and professor of moral philosophy at Edinburgh
University (1820).
John Wolcot [Peter Pindar] (1738-1819)
English satirist who made his reputation by ridiculing the Royal Academicians and the
royal family.
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine. (1817-1980). Begun as the
Edinburgh Monthly Magazine,
Blackwood's assumed the name of its proprietor, William Blackwood after the sixth
number. Blackwood was the nominal editor until 1834.
The Scotsman. (1817-). An Edinburgh Liberal newspaper published weekly 1817-1855, afterwards daily; the original
proprietor was William Ritchie.