Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
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CHAPTER X.
POLITICAL ALARMS—THE RADICALS—LEVIES OF VOLUNTEERS—PROJECT OF THE BUCCLEUCH
LEGION—DEATH OF SCOTT’S MOTHER—HER BROTHER DR
RUTHERFORD—AND HER SISTER CHRISTIAN—LETTERS TO
LORD MONTAGU—MR THOMAS SCOTT—CORNET
SCOTT—MR LAIDLAW AND LADY LOUISA
STUART—PUBLICATION OF IVANHOE.
1819.
Towards the winter of 1819 there prevailed a spirit of alarming
insubordination among the mining population of Northumberland and the weavers of the west
of Scotland; and Scott was particularly gratified with
finding that his own neighbours at Galashiels had escaped the contagion. There can be
little doubt that this exemption was principally owing to the personal influence and
authority of the Laird of Abbotsford and Sheriff of the Forest; but the people of
Galashiels were also fortunate in the qualities of their own beneficent landlords,
Mr Scott of Gala, and Mr Pringle of Torwoodlee. The progress of the western Reformers by degrees led even the most important Whigs in that district to exert themselves in the organization of volunteer
regiments, both mounted and dismounted; and, when it became generally suspected that
Glasgow and Paisley maintained a dangerous correspondence with the refractory colliers of
Northumberland—Scott and his friends the Lairds of Torwoodlee and
Gala determined to avail themselves of the loyalty and spirit of the men of Ettrick
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and Teviotdale, and proposed first
raising a company of sharpshooters among their own immediate neighbours, and
afterwards—this plan receiving every encouragement—a legion or brigade upon a large scale,
to be called the Buccleuch Legion. During November and December, 1819, these matters formed
the chief daily care and occupation of the author of Ivanhoe; and though he was still obliged to dictate most
of the chapters of his novel, we shall see that, in case it should be necessary for the
projected levy of Foresters to march upon Tynedale, he was prepared to place himself at
their head.
He had again intended, as soon as he should have finished Ivanhoe, to proceed to London and receive his
baronetcy; but as that affair had been crossed at Easter by his own illness, so at
Christmas it was again obliged to be put off in consequence of a heavy series of domestic
afflictions. Within one week Scott lost his excellent
mother, his uncle Dr
Daniel Rutherford, Professor of Botany in the University of Edinburgh—and
their sister, Christian Rutherford, already often
mentioned as one of the dearest and most esteemed of all his friends and connexions.
The following letters require no further introduction or comment.
To the Lord Montagu, Buxton.
“Abbotsford, 12th Nov. 1619.
“My dear Lord,
* * * * * * “I wish I had any news to send your
Lordship, but the best is we are all quiet here. The Galashiels weavers, both
men and masters, have made their political creed known to me, and have sworn
themselves anti-radical. They came in solemn procession, with their banners,
and my own piper at their head, whom they had borrowed for the nonce. But
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the Tweed being in flood, we could only communicate like
Wallace and
Bruce across the Carron. However, two deputies came through in
the boat, and made me acquainted with their loyal purposes. The evening was
crowned with two most distinguished actions—the weavers refusing, in the most
peremptory manner, to accept of a couple of guineas to buy whisky, and the
renowned
John of Skye, piper in ordinary
to the Laird of Abbotsford, no less steadily refusing a very handsome
collection, which they offered him for his minstrelsy. All this sounds very
nonsensical, but the people must be humoured and countenanced when they take
the right turn, otherwise they will be sure to take the wrong. The accounts
from the West sometimes make me wish our
little
Duke five or six years older, and able to get on horseback. It
seems approaching to the old song—
‘Come fill up our cup, come fill up our can, Come saddle the horses, and call up our men, Come open the gates, and let us go free, And we’ll show them the bonnets of bonny Dundee.’ |
“I am rather too old for that work now, and I cannot
look forward to it with the sort of feeling that resembled pleasure—as I did in
my younger and more healthy days. However, I have got a good following here,
and will endeavour to keep them together till times mend.
“My respectful compliments attend Lady Montagu, and I am always, with the greatest
regard, your Lordship’s very faithful
To Cornet Walter Scott, 18th Hussars.
“Edinburgh, 13th Nov. 1819.
“I am much surprised and rather hurt at not hear-
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ing from you for so long a
while. You ought to remember that, however pleasantly the time may be passing
with you, we at home have some right to expect that a part of it (a very small
part will serve the turn) should be dedicated, were it but for the sake of
propriety, to let us know what you are about. I cannot say I shall be flattered
by finding myself under the necessity of again complaining of neglect. To write
once a week to one or other of us is no great sacrifice, and it is what I
earnestly pray you to do.
“We are to have great doings in Edinburgh this
winter. No less than Prince Gustavus of
Sweden is to pass the season here, and do what Princes call
studying. He is but half a Prince either, for this Northern Star is somewhat
shorn of his beams. His father was, you
know, dethroned by Buonaparte, at least by
the influence of his arms, and one of his generals, Bernadotte, made heir of the Swedish throne in his stead. But
this youngster, I suppose, has his own dreams of royalty, for he is nephew to
the Emperor of Russia (by the mother’s side), and that is a likely
connexion to be of use to him, should the Swedish nobles get rid of
Bernadotte, as it is said they wish to do. Lord Melville has recommended the said Prince
particularly to my attention, though I do not see how I can do much for him.
“I have just achieved my grand remove from
Abbotsford to Edinburgh—a motion which you know I do not make with great
satisfaction. We had the Abbotsford hunt last week. The company was small, as
the newspapers say, but select, and we had excellent sport, killing eight
hares. We coursed on Gala’s
ground, and he was with us. The dinner went off with its usual alacrity, but we
wanted you and Sally to ride and mark for us.
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“I enclose another letter from Mrs Dundas of Arniston. I am afraid you have
been careless in not delivering those I formerly forwarded, because in one of
them, which Mrs Dundas got from a friend, there was
enclosed a draught for some money. I beg you will be particular in delivering
any letters intrusted to you, because though the good-nature of the writers may
induce them to write to be of service to you, yet it is possible that they may,
as in this instance, add things which are otherwise of importance to their
correspondents. It is probable that you may have picked up among your military
friends the idea that the mess of a regiment is all in all sufficient to
itself; but when you see a little of the world you will be satisfied that none
but pedants—for there is pedantry in all professions—herd exclusively together,
and that those who do so are laughed at in real good company. This you may take
on the authority of one who has seen more of life and society, in all its
various gradations, from the highest to the lowest, than a whole hussar
regimental mess, and who would be much pleased by knowing that you reap the
benefit of an experience which has raised him from being a person of small
consideration, to the honour of being father of an officer of hussars. I
therefore enclose another letter from the same kind friend, of which I pray you
to avail yourself. In fact, those officers who associate entirely among
themselves see and know no more of the world than their messman, and get
conceited and disagreeable by neglecting the opportunities offered for
enlarging their understanding. Every distinguished soldier whom I have known,
and I have known many, was a man of the world, and accustomed to general
society.
“To sweeten my lecture, I have to inform you that,
this being quarter day, I have a remittance of L.50 to send you whenever you
are pleased to let me know it
will be
acceptable—for, like a ghost, I will not speak again till I am spoken to.
“I wish you not to avail yourself of your leave of
absence this winter, because, if my health continues good, I shall endeavour to
go on the Continent next summer, and should be very desirous to have you with
me; therefore, I beg you to look after your French and German. We had a visit
from a very fine fellow indeed at Abbotsford, Sir
Thomas Brisbane, who long commanded a brigade in the peninsula.
He is very scientific, but bores no one with it, being at the same time a well
informed man on all subjects, and particularly alert in his own profession, and
willing to talk about what he has seen. Sir Harry
Hay Macdougal, whose eldest daughter he is to marry, brought him
to Abbotsford on a sort of wedding visit, as we are cousins according to the
old fashion of country kin; Beardie, of
whom Sir Harry has a beautiful picture, being a son of an
Isabel Macdougal, who was, I fancy, grand-aunt to
Sir Harry.
“Once more, my dear Walter, write more frequently, and do not allow yourself to
think that the first neglect in correspondence I have ever had to complain of
has been on your part. I hope you have received the Meerschaum pipe.—I remain
your affectionate father,
To the Same.
“Edinburgh, 3d December, 1819.
“I hope your servant proves careful and trusty. Pray
let me know this. At any rate, do not trust him a bit further than you can help
it, for in buying any thing you will get it much cheaper yourself than he will.
We are now settled for the winter; that is, all of them excepting myself, who
must soon look southwards. On
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Saturday we had a grand
visiter,
i. e., the
Crown
Prince of Sweden, under the name of Count
Itterburg. His travelling companion or tutor is Baron
de Polier, a Swiss of eminence in literature and rank. They took
a long look at
King Charles XII., who, you
cannot have forgotten, keeps his post over the diningroom chimney; and we were
all struck with the resemblance betwixt old Iron-head, as the janissaries
called him, and his descendant. The said descendant is a very fine lad, with
very soft and mild manners, and we passed the day very pleasantly. They were
much diverted with
Captain Adam, who
outdid his usual outdoings, and, like the barber of Bagdad, danced the dance
and sung the song of every person he spoke of.
“I am concerned I cannot give a very pleasant
account of things here. Glasgow is in a terrible state. The Radicals had a plan
to seize on 1000 stand of arms, as well as a depot of ammunition which had been
sent from Edinburgh Castle for the use of the volunteers. The
Commander-in-Chief, Sir Thomas Bradford,
went to Glasgow in person, and the whole city was occupied with patroles of
horse and foot, to deter them from the meditated attack on the barracks. The
arms were then delivered to the volunteers, who are said to be 4000 on paper;
how many effective and trustworthy, I know not. But it war new sight in
Scotland on a Sunday to see all the inhabitants in arms, soldiers patroling the
streets, and the utmost precaution of military service exacted and observed in
an apparently peaceful city.
“The Old Blue Regiment of volunteers was again
summoned together yesterday. They did not muster very numerous, and looked most
of them a little ancient. However, they are getting
recruits fast, and then the veterans may fall out of the ranks. The
Commander-in-Chief has told the President that he may soon be obli-
ged to leave the charge of the castle
to these armed citizens. This looks serious. The
President* made one of the most eloquent addresses that ever
was heard, to the Old Blues. The Highland chiefs have offered to raise their
clans, and march them to any point in Scotland where their services shall be
required. To be sure, the Glasgow folks would be a little surprised at the
arrival of Dugald Dhu, ‘brogues
an’ brochan an’ a’.’ I shall, I think, bid
Ballantyne send you a copy of his
weekly paper, which often
contains things you would like to see, and will keep you in mind of Old
Scotland.
“They are embodying a troop of cavalry in
Edinburgh—nice young men and good horses. They have paid me the compliment to
make me an honorary member of the corps, as my days of active service have been
long over. Pray take care, however, of my sabre, in case the time comes which
must turn out all.
“I have almost settled that, if things look
moderately tranquil in Britain in spring or summer, I will go abroad, and take
Charles, with the purpose of leaving
him, for two or three years, at the famous institution of Fellenborg, near
Berne, of which I hear very highly. Two of Fraser
Tytler’s sons are there, and he makes a very favourable
report of the whole establishment. I think that such a residence abroad will
not only make him well acquainted with French and German, as indeed he will
hear nothing else, but also prevent his becoming an Edinburgh petit-maitre of fourteen or fifteen, which
he could otherwise scarce avoid. I mentioned to you that I should be
particularly glad to get you leave of absence, providing it does not interfere
with your duty, in order that you may go with us. If I have cash
* The Right Honourable
Charles Hope, Lord President of the Court of Session,
was Colonel-commandant of the Old Blues, or First Regiment of Edinburgh
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enough I will also take your sister and mamma, and you
might return home with them by Paris, in case I went on to Italy. All this is
doubtful, but I think it is almost certain that Charles
and I go, and hope to have you with us. This will be probably about July next,
and I wish you particularly to keep it in view. If these dark prospects become
darker, which God forbid! neither you nor I will have it in our power to leave
the post to which duty calls us.
“Mamma and the girls are quite well, and so is
Master Charles, who is of course
more magnificent, as being the only specimen of youthhead at home. He has got
an old broadsword hanging up at his bedhead, which, to be the more ready for
service, hath no sheath. To this I understand we are to trust for our defence
against the Radicals. Anne
(notwithstanding the assurance) is so much afraid of the disaffected, that last
night, returning with Sophia from
Portobello, where they had been dancing with the Scotts of
Harden, she saw a Radical in every man that the carriage passed.
Sophia is of course wise and philosophical, and mamma
has not yet been able to conceive why we do not catch and hang the whole of
them, untried and unconvicted. Amidst all their various emotions, they join in
best love to you; and I always am very truly yours,
“P.S I shall set off for London on the
25th.”
To the Same.
“Edinburgh, 17th December, 1819.
“I have a train of most melancholy news to acquaint
you with. On Saturday I saw your grandmother perfectly well, and on Sunday the girls drank tea
with her, when the good old lady
was more than usually in spirits; and, as if she had wished to impress many
things on their memory, told over a number of her old stories with her usual
alertness and vivacity. On Monday she had an indisposition, which proved to be
a paralytic affection, and on Tuesday she was speechless, and had lost the
power of one side, without any hope of recovery, although she may linger some
days. But what is very remarkable, and no less shocking,
Dr Rutherford, who attended his sister in
perfect health upon Tuesday, died himself upon the Wednesday morning. He had
breakfasted without intimating the least illness, and was dressed to go out,
and particularly to visit my mother, when he sunk backwards, and died in his
daughter Anne’s arms, almost without a groan. To add
to this melancholy list, our poor friend,
Miss
Christie, is despaired of. She was much affected by my
mother’s fatal indisposition, but does not know as yet of her
brother’s death.
“Dr
Rutherford was a very ingenious as well as an excellent man,
more of a gentleman than his profession too often are, for he could not take
the backstairs mode of rising in it, otherwise he might have been much more
wealthy. He ought to have had the Chemistry class, as he was one of the best
chemists in Europe;* but superior interest assigned it to another, who, though
a neat experimentalist, is not to be compared to poor
Daniel for originality of genius. Since you knew him
his health was broken and his spirits dejected, which may be traced
* “The subject of his Thesis is singular, and entitles Rutherford to rank very high among the chemical
philosophers of modern times. Its title is “De Aere
Mephitico,” &c.—It is universally admitted that Dr
Rutherford first discovered this gas—the reputation of
his discovery being speedily spread through Europe, his character as a
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to the loss of his eldest son on board an East Indiaman,
and also, I think, to a slight paralytic touch which he had some years ago.
“To all this domestic distress I have to add the
fearful and unsettled state of the country. All the regular troops are gone to
Glasgow. The MidLothian Yeomanry and other corps of volunteers went there on
Monday, and about 5000 men occupied the town. In the mean while, we were under
considerable apprehension here, the Castle being left in the charge of the city
volunteers and a few veterans.
“All our corner, high and low, is loyal. Torwoodlee, Gala, and I, have offered to raise a corps, to be called the
Loyal Foresters, to act any where south of the Forth. If matters get worse, I
will ask leave of absence for you from the Commander-in-chief, because your
presence will be materially useful to levy men, and you can only be idle where
you are, unless Ireland should be disturbed. Your old corps of the Selkirkshire
Yeomanry have been under orders, and expect to be sent either to Dumfries or
Carlisle. Berwick is dismantled, and they are removing the stores, cannon,
&c., from one of the strongest places here, for I defy the devil to pass
the bridge at Berwick, if reasonably well kept by 100 men. But there is a
spirit of consternation implied in many of the orders, which, entre nous, I like worse than what I see
or know of the circumstances which infer real danger. For myself I am too old
to fight, but nobody is too old to die, like a man of virtue and honour, in
defence of the principles he has always maintained.
“I would have you to keep yourself ready to return
here suddenly, in case the
Duke of York should permit your temporary services
in your own country, which, if things grow worse, I will certainly ask. The
fearful thing is the secret and steady silence observed by the Radicals in all
they do. Yet, without any thing like effective arms or useful discipline,
without money and without a commissariat, what can they do, but, according to
their favourite toast, have blood and plunder? Mamma and the girls, as well as
Charles, send kind love. Your
affectionate father,
To Mr William Laidlaw, Kaeside.
“Edinburgh, Dec. 20, 1819.
“Distress has been very busy with me since I wrote
to you. I have lost, in the course of one week, my valued relations, Dr and Miss
Rutherford—happy in this, that neither knew of the other’s
dissolution. My dear mother has offered
me deeper subject of affliction, having been struck with the palsy, and being
now in such a state that I scarce hope to see her again.
“But the strange times compel me, under this
pressure of domestic distress, to attend to public business. I find Mr Scott of Gala agrees with me in thinking we
should appeal at this crisis to the good sense and loyalty of the lower orders,
and we have resolved to break the ice, and be the first in the Lowlands, so far
as I have yet heard of, to invite our labourers and those over whom
circumstances and fortune give us influence, to rise with us in arms, and share
our fate. You know, as well as any one, that I have always spent twice the
income of my property in giving work to my neighbours, and I hope they will not
be behind the Galashiels people, who are very zealous.
Gala and I go hand in
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hand, and
propose to raise at least a company each of men, to be drilled as sharpshooters
or infantry, which will be a lively and interesting amusement for the young
fellows. The dress we propose to be as simple, and at the same time as
serviceable as possible; a jacket and trowsers of Galashiels grey cloth, and a
smart bonnet with a small feather, or, to save even that expense, a sprig of
holly. And we will have shooting at the mark, and prizes, and fun, and a little
whisky, and daily pay when on duty or drill. I beg of you, dear
Willie, to communicate my wish to all who have
received a good turn at my hand, or may expect one, or may be desirous of doing
me one—(for I should be sorry Darnick and Brigend were beat)—and to all other
free and honest fellows who will take share with me on this occasion. I do not
wish to take any command farther than such as shall entitle me to go with the
corps, for I wish it to be distinctly understood that, in whatever capacity,
I go with them, and take a share in good or bad as
it casts up. I cannot doubt that I will have your support, and I hope you will
use all your enthusiasm in our behalf. Morrison volunteers
as our engineer. Those who I think should be spoke to are the following, among
the higher class—
“John Usher.*
He should be lieutenant, or his son ensign.
“Sam
Somerville.† I will speak to him—he may be lieutenant, if
Usher declines; but I think in that
case Usher should give us his son.
* Mr Usher has
already been mentioned as Scott’s
predecessor in the property of Toftfield. He now resided near those lands,
and was Scott’s fenant on the greater part of them.
† Samuel
Somerville, W. S. (a son of the historian of Queen Anne) had a pretty villa at Lowood, on
the Tweed, immediately opposite the seat of his relation, Lord Somerville, of whose estate he had the
management.
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“Young Nicol
Milne* is rather young, but I will offer to his father to take him in.
“Harper† is a
sine quo non. Tell him I
depend on him for the honour of Darnick. I should propose to him to take a
gallant halbert.
“Adam
Ferguson thinks you should be our adjutant. John Ferguson I propose for captain. He is
steady, right bold, and has seen much fire. The auld captain will help us in
one shape or other. For myself, I know not what they propose to make of me, but
it cannot be any thing very active. However, I should like to have a steady
quiet horse, drilled to stand fire well, and if he has these properties, no
matter how stupid, so he does not stumble. In this case the price of such a
horse will be no object.
“These, my dear friend, are your beating orders. I
would propose to raise about sixty men, and not to take old men. John the
Turk‡ will be a capital corporal; and I hope in general that all my young
fellows will go with me, leaving the older men to go through necessary labour.
Sound Tom what he would like. I think,
perhaps, he would prefer managing matters at home in your absence and mine at
drill.
“John of Skye
is cock-a-hoop upon the occasion, and I suppose has made fifty blunders about
it by this time. You must warn Tom Jamieson,
Gordon Winness, John
Swanston (who will carry off all the prizes at shooting),
Davidson, and so forth.
“If you think it necessary, a little handbill might
be
* Nicol Milne,
Esq. (now advocate), eldest son of the Laird of Faldonside. † Harper, keeper of a
little inn at Darnick, was a gallant and spirited yeoman—uniformly the
gainer of the prizes at every contest of strength and agility in that
district. ‡ One of Scott’s foresters—thus designated as being, in
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circulated. But it may be better to see if Government
will accept our services; and I think, in the situation of the country, when
work is scarce, and we offer pay for their playing themselves, we should have
choice of men. But I would urge no one to do what he did not like.
“The very precarious state of my poor mother
detains me here, and makes me devolve this troublesome duty upon you. All you
have to do, however, is to sound the men, and mark down those who seem zealous.
They will perhaps have to fight with the pitmen and colliers of Northumberland,
for defence of their firesides, for these literal blackguards are got beyond
the management of their own people. And if such is the case, better keep them
from coming into Scotland, than encounter the mischief they might do there.
Yours always most truly,
To Thomas Scott, Esq., 70th Regiment, Kingston, Canada.
“Edinburgh, 22d December, 1819.
“I wrote you about ten days since, stating that we
were all well here. In that very short space a change so sudden and so
universal has taken place among your friends here, that I have to communicate
to you a most miserable catalogue of losses. Our dear mother was on Sunday the 12th December in all
her usual strength and alertness of mind. I had seen and conversed with her on
the Saturday preceding, and never saw her better in my life of late years. My
two daughters drank tea with her on Sunday, when she was uncommonly lively,
telling them a number of stories, and being in rather unusual spirits, probably
from the degree of excitation which sometimes is remarked to precede a
paralytic affection. In the course of Monday she re-
ceived that fatal summons, which at first seemed
slight; but in the night betwixt Monday and Tuesday our mother lost the use
both of speech and of one side. Since that time she has lain in bed constantly,
yet so sensible as to see me and express her earnest blessing on all of us. The
power of speech is totally lost; nor is there any hope at her advanced age,
that the scene can last long. Probably a few hours will terminate it. At any
rate, life is not to be wished, even for our nearest and dearest, in those
circumstances. But this heavy calamity was only the commencement of our family
losses.
Dr Rutherford, who had seemed
perfectly well, and had visited my mother upon Tuesday the 14th, was suddenly
affected with gout in his stomach, or some disease equally rapid, on Wednesday
the 15th, and without a moment’s warning or complaint, fell down a dead
man, almost without a single groan. You are aware of his fondness for animals;
he was just stroking his cat after eating his breakfast, as usual, when,
without more warning than a half-uttered exclamation, he sunk on the ground,
and died in the arms of his daughter Anne. Though the
Doctor had no formed complaint, yet I have thought him looking poorly for some
months; and though there was no failure whatever in intellect, or any thing
which approached it, yet his memory was not so good, and I thought he paused
during the last time he attended me, and had difficulty in recollecting the
precise terms of his recipe. Certainly there was a great decay of outward
strength. We were very anxious about the effect this fatal news was likely to
produce on the mind and decayed health of our aunt,
Miss C. Rutherford, and resolved, as her health had been
gradually falling off ever since she returned from Abbotsford, that she should
never learn any thing of it until it was impossible to conceal it longer. But
God had so ordered
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it that she was never to know the loss
she had sustained, and which she would have felt so deeply. On Friday the 17th
December, the second day after her brother’s death, she expired, without
a groan and without suffering, about six in the morning. And so we lost an
excellent and warm-hearted relation, one of the few women I ever knew whose
strength of mental faculties enabled her, at a mature period of life, to supply
the defects of an imperfect education. It is a most uncommon and afflicting
circumstance, that a brother and two sisters should be taken ill the same
day—that two of them should die without any rational possibility of the
survivance of the third—and that no one of the three could be affected by
learning the loss of the other. The Doctor was buried on Monday 20th, and
Miss Rutherford this day (Wednesday 22d), in the
burial place adjoining to and surrounding one of the new Episcopal chapels,*
where
Robert Rutherford† had
purchased a burial ground of some extent, and parted with one half to the
Russells. It is surrounded with a very high wall, and
all the separate burial grounds, five I think in number, are separated by party
walls going down to the depth of twelve feet, so as to prevent the possibility
either of encroachment, or of disturbing the relics of the dead. I have
purchased one half of
Miss
Russell’s interest in this sad spot, moved by its extreme
seclusion, privacy, and security. When poor
Jack was buried in the Greyfriars’ churchyard, where my
father and
Anne lie, if I thought their graves more
encroached upon than I
* St John’s Chapel. † Robert
Rutherford, Esq., W.S., son to the Professor of Botany. ‡ “Our family heretofore buried in
the Grey Friar’s Churchyard, close by the entrance to
Heriot’s Hospital, and on the southern or left-hand side as
you pass from the churchyard.”—MS.
Memorandum. |
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liked to witness; and in this
new place I intend to lay our poor mother when the scene shall close; so that
the brother and the two sisters, whose fate has been so very closely entwined
in death may not be divided in the grave,—and this I hope you will approve of.
“Thursday, December 23d.—My mother
still lingers this morning, and as her constitution is so excellent, she may
perhaps continue to exist some time, or till another stroke. It is a great
consolation that she is perfectly easy. All her affairs of every sort have been
very long arranged for this great change, and with the assistance of Donaldson and Macculloch, you may depend, when the event takes place, that
your interest will be attended to most pointedly. I hope our civil tumults here
are like to be ended by the measures of Parliament. I mentioned in my last that
Kinloch of Kinloch was to be tried
for sedition. He has forfeited his bail, and was yesterday laid under outlawry
for non-appearance. Our neighbours in Northumberland are in a deplorable state;
upwards of 50,000 blackguards are ready to rise between Tyne and Wear.* On the
other hand, the Scottish frontiers are steady and loyal, and arming fast.
Scott of Gala and I have offered 200
men, all fine strapping young fellows, and good marksmen, willing to go any
where with us. We could easily double the number. So the necessity of the times
has made me get on horseback once more. Our mother has at different times been
perfectly conscious of her situation, and knew every one, though totally unable
to speak. She seemed to take a very affectionate farewell of me the last time I
saw her, which was the day before yesterday; and as she was much agitated,
Dr Keith advised I should not see
her again unless she seemed to desire it, which
* This was a ridiculous exaggerated report of that
period of alarm. |
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hitherto she has not done. She sleeps constantly, and
will probably be so removed. Our family sends love to yours. Yours most
affectionately,
Scott’s excellent mother died on the 24th December—the day after he closed the foregoing
letter to his brother.
On the 18th, in the midst of these accumulated afflictions, the romance
of Ivanhoe made its appearance. The date
has been torn from the following letter, but it was evidently written while all these
events were fresh and recent.
To the Lady Louisa Stuart, Dillon Park,
Windsor.
“I am favoured with your letter from Ditton, and am
glad you found any thing to entertain you in Ivanhoe. Novelty is what this giddy-paced time
demands imperiously, and I certainly studied as much as I could to get out of
the old beaten track, leaving those who like to keep the road, which I have
rutted pretty well. I have had a terrible time of it this year, with the loss
of dear friends and near relations; it is almost fearful to count up my losses,
as they make me bankrupt in society. My brother-in-law; our never-to-be-enough regretted Duke; Lord Chief
Baron,* my early, kind, and constant friend, who took me up when
I was a young fellow of little mark or likelihood; the wife of my intimate friend William Erskine; the only son of my friend David Hume, a youth of great promise, and just
entering into life, who had grown up under my eye from
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childhood; my
excellent
mother; and, within a few
days, her surviving
brother and
sister. My mother was the only one
of these whose death was the natural consequence of very advanced life. And our
sorrows are not at an end. A sister of my mother’s,
Mrs Russell of Ashestiel, long deceased, had
left (besides several sons, of whom
only
one now survives and is in India) three daughters, who lived
with her youngest sister,
Miss
Rutherford, and were in the closest habits of intimacy with us.
The eldest of these girls, and a most excellent creature she is, was in summer
so much shocked by the sudden news of the death of one of the brothers I have
mentioned, that she was deprived of the use of her limbs by an affection either
nervous or paralytic. She was slowly recovering from this afflicting and
helpless situation when the sudden fate of her aunts and uncle, particularly of
her who had acted as a mother to the family, brought on a new shock; and though
perfectly possessed of her mind, she has never since been able to utter a word.
Her youngest sister, a girl of one or two and twenty, was so much shocked by
this scene of accumulated distress, that she was taken very ill, and having
suppressed and concealed her disorder, relief came too late, and she has been
taken from us also. She died in the arms of the elder sister, helpless as I
have described her; and to separate the half dead from the actual corpse was
the most melancholy thing possible. You can hardly conceive, dear
Lady Louisa, the melancholy feeling of seeing
the place of last repose belonging to the devoted family open four times within
so short a space, and to meet the same group of sorrowing friends and relations
on the same sorrowful occasion. Looking back on those whom I have lost, all
well known to me excepting my brother-in-law, whom I could only judge of by the
general report in his favour, I can scarce con-
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ceive a
group possessing more real worth and amiable qualities, not to mention talents
and accomplishments. I have never felt so truly what
Johnson says so well—
‘Condemn’d to Hope’s delusive
mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline, Our social comforts drop away.’* |
“I am not sure whether it was your ladyship, or the
poor Duchess of Buccleuch, who met my
mother once, and flattered me by
being so much pleased with the good old lady. She had a mind peculiarly well
stored with much acquired information and natural talent, and as she was very
old, and had an excellent memory, she could draw without the least exaggeration
or affectation the most striking pictures of the past age. If I have been able
to do any thing in the way of painting the past times, it is very much from the
studies with which she presented me. She connected a long period of time with
the present generation, for she remembered, and had often spoken with, a person
who perfectly recollected the battle of Dunbar, and Oliver Cromwell’s subsequent entry into Edinburgh. She
preserved her faculties to the very day before her final illness; for our
friends Mr and Mrs
Scott of Harden visited her on the Sunday; and, coming to our
house after, were expressing their surprise at the alertness of her mind, and
the pleasure which she had in talking over both ancient and modern events. She
had told them with great accuracy, the real story of the Bride of Lammermuir, and pointed out wherein it
differed from the novel. She had all the names of the parties, and detailed
(for she was a great genealogist) their connexion with existing families. On
the subse-
quent Monday she was struck with a
paralytic affection, suffered little, and that with the utmost patience; and
what was God’s reward, and a great one to her innocent and benevolent
life, she never knew that her brother and sister, the last thirty years younger
than herself, had trodden the dark path before her. She was a strict economist,
which she said enabled her to be liberal; out of her little income of about
L.300 a-year she bestowed at least a third in well chosen charities, and with
the rest lived like a gentlewoman, and even with hospitality more general than
seemed to suit her age; yet I could never prevail on her to accept of any
assistance. You cannot conceive how affecting it was to me to see the little
preparations of presents which she had assorted for the New Year—for she was a
great observer of the old fashions of her period—and to think that the kind
heart was cold which delighted in all these acts of kindly affection. I should
apologize, I believe, for troubling your ladyship with these melancholy
details, but you would not thank me for a letter written with constraint, and
my mind is at present very full of this sad subject, though I scarce know any
one to whom I would venture to say so much. I hear no good news of
Lady Anne, though
Lord
Montagu writes cautiously. The weather is now turning milder,
and may, I hope, be favourable to her complaint. After my own family, my
thought most frequently turns to these orphans, whose parents I loved and
respected so much.—I am always, dear
Lady
Lousia, your very respectful and obliged
There is in the library at Abbotsford a fine copy of Baskerville’s folio Bible, two vols., printed at
Cambridge in 1763; and there appears on the blank leaf, in the trembling handwriting of
Scott’s mother, this in-
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scription—“To my dear son, Walter Scott, from his
affectionate mother, Anne Rutherford, January
1st, 1819.” Under these words her son has written as follows:—“This
Bible was the gift of my grandfather Dr John
Rutherford to my mother, and presented by her to me; being, alas! the
last gift which I was to receive from that excellent parent, and, as I verily believe,
the thing which she most loved in the world,—not only in humble veneration of the
sacred contents, but as the dearest pledge of her father’s affection to her. As
such she gave it to me; and as such I bequeath it to those who may represent
me—charging them carefully to preserve the same, in memory of those to whom it has
belonged. 1820.”
If literary success could have either filled Scott’s head or hardened his heart, we should have no such letters as
those of December, 1819. Ivanhoe was
received throughout England with a more clamorous delight than any of the Scotch novels had been. The volumes (three in number) were now, for the first
time, of the post 8vo form, with a finer paper than hitherto, the press-work much more
elegant, and the price accordingly raised from eight shillings the volume to ten; yet the
copies sold in this original shape were twelve thousand.
I ought to have mentioned sooner, that the original intention was to
bring out Ivanhoe as the production of a
new hand, and that, to assist this impression, the work was printed in a size and manner
unlike the preceding ones; but Constable, when the
day of publication approached, remonstrated against this experiment, and it was accordingly
abandoned.
The reader has already been told that Scott dictated the greater part of this romance. The portion of the MS.
which is his own appears, however, not only as
well and
firmly executed as that of any of the Tales of My
Landlord, but distinguished by having still fewer erasures and interlineations,
and also by being in a smaller hand. The fragment is beautiful to look at—many pages
together without one alteration. It is, I suppose, superfluous to add, that in no instance
did Scott re-write his prose before sending it to the press. Whatever
may have been the case with his poetry, the world uniformly received the prima cura of the novelist.
As a work of art, Ivanhoe is perhaps the first of all Scott’s efforts, whether in prose or
in verse; nor have the strength and splendour of his imagination been displayed to higher
advantage than in some of the scenes of this romance. But I believe that no reader who is
capable of thoroughly comprehending the author’s Scotch characters and Scotch
dialogue will ever place even Ivanhoe, as a work of genius, on
the same level with Waverley or the Heart of Mid-Lothian.
There is, to me, something so remarkably characteristic of Scott’s mind and manner in a particular passage of the
Introduction, which he penned ten years afterwards for this work, that I must be pardoned
for extracting it here. He says:—“The character of the fair Jewess found so much
favour in the eyes of some fair readers, that the writer was censured, because, when
arranging the fates of the characters of the drama, he had not assigned the hand of
Wilfred to Rebecca, rather than the less interesting Rowena. But, not to mention that the prejudices of the age rendered
such an union almost impossible, the author may, in passing, observe, that he thinks a
character of a highly virtuous and lofty stamp, is degraded rather than exalted by an
attempt to reward virtue with temporal prosperity. Such is not the recompense which
Providence has deemed worthy of suffering merit; and it is a dangerous and fatal
doctrine to
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teach young persons, the most common readers of
romance, that rectitude of conduct and of principle are either naturally allied with,
or adequately rewarded by, the gratification of our passions, or attainment of our
wishes. In a word, if a virtuous and self-denied character is dismissed with temporal
wealth, greatness, rank, or the indulgence of such a rashly formed or ill assorted
passion as that of Rebecca for Ivanhoe, the reader will be apt to say, verily Virtue has
had its reward. But a glance on the great picture of life will show, that the duties of
self-denial, and the sacrifice of passion to principle, are seldom thus remunerated;
and that the internal consciousness of their high-minded discharge of duty, produces on
their own reflections a more adequate recompense, in the form of that peace which the
world cannot give or take away.”
The introduction of the charming Jewess and her father originated, I
find, in a conversation that Scott held with his friend
Skene during the severest season of his bodily
sufferings in the early part of this year. “Mr
Skene,” says that gentleman’s wife, “sitting by his
bedside, and trying to amuse him as well as he could in the intervals of pain, happened
to get on the subject of the Jews, as he had observed them when he spent some time in
Germany in his youth. Their situation had naturally made a strong impression; for in
those days they retained their own dress and manners entire, and were treated with
considerable austerity by their Christian neighbours, being still locked up at night in
their own quarter by great gates; and Mr Skene, partly in
seriousness, but partly from the mere wish to turn his mind at the moment upon
something that might occupy and divert it, suggested that a group of Jews would be an
interesting feature if he could contrive to bring them into his next novel.”
Upon the appearance of Ivanhoe,
he reminded Mr Skene of
this conversation, and said, “You will find this book owes not a little to your
German reminiscences.” Mrs Skene adds:
“Dining with us one day, not long before Ivanhoe was begun,
something that was mentioned led him to describe the sudden death of an advocate of his
acquaintance, a Mr Elphinstone, which occurred in the Outer-house soon
after he was called to the bar. It was, he said, no wonder, that it had left a vivid
impression on his mind, for it was the first sudden death he ever witnessed; and he now
related it so as to make us all feel as if we had the scene passing before our eyes. In the
death of the Templar in Ivanhoe, I recognised the very picture I
believe I may safely say, the very words.”*
By the way, before Ivanhoe made its appearance, I had myself been formally admitted to the
author’s secret; but had he favoured me with no such confidence, it would have been
impossible for me to doubt that I had been present some months before at the conversation
which suggested, and indeed supplied all the materials of, one of its most amusing
chapters. I allude to that in which our Saxon terms for animals in the field, and our
Norman equivalents for them as they appear on the table, and so on, are explained and
commented on. All this Scott owed to the after-dinner
talk one day in Castle-street of his old friend Mr William
Clerk, who, among other elegant pursuits, has cultivated the science of
philology very deeply.
I cannot conclude this chapter without observing that the publication
of Ivanhoe marks the most brilliant epoch
in Scott’s history as the literary favourite of
his contemporaries. With the novel which he next put forth, the immediate sale of these
works began gradually to decline;
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and though even when that had reached its lowest declension, it was
still far above the most ambitious dreams of any other novelist, yet the publishers were
afraid the announcement of any thing like a falling-off might cast a clamp over the spirits
of the author. He was allowed to remain, for several years, under the impression that
whatever novel he threw off commanded at once the old triumphant sale of ten or twelve
thousand, and was afterwards, when included in the collective edition, to be circulated in
that shape also as widely as Waverley or
Ivanhoe. In my opinion, it would have been very unwise in the
booksellers to give Scott any unfavourable tidings upon such subjects
after the commencement of the malady which proved fatal to him,—for that from the first
shook his mind; but I think they took a false measure of the man when they hesitated to
tell him exactly how the matter stood, throughout 1820 and the three or four following
years, when his intellect was as vigorous as it ever had been, and his heart as courageous;
and I regret their scruples (among other reasons), because the years now mentioned were the
most costly ones in his life; and for every twelvemonths in which any man allows himself,
or is encouraged by others, to proceed in a course of unwise expenditure, it becomes
proportionably more difficult, as well as painful for him to pull up, when the mistake is
at length detected or recognised.
James Ballantyne (1772-1833)
Edinburgh printer in partnership with his younger brother John; the company failed in the
financial collapse of 1826.
John Baskerville (1706-1775)
Birmingham printer who designed the typeface that bears his name; his folio Bible was
issued in 1763.
Alexander Bower (1774-1837)
The son of a weaver, he was educated at Edinburgh University and employed as a cataloguer
Advocates' Library and Edinburgh University Library; he published a biography of James
Beattie (1804) and history of Edinburgh University (1817-30).
Sir Thomas Bradford (1777-1853)
English military officer who served in the Irish Rebellion and the Peninsular War; he
commanded forces in Scotland, 1819-25, after which he was commander-in-chief of the troops
in Bombay.
Sir Thomas Makdougall Brisbane, baronet (1773-1860)
Educated at Edinburgh, he served under Wellington in the Peninsular War and was governor
of New South Wales (1821-25); he was president of the Royal Astronomical Society
(1828).
Charles Carpenter (1772-1818)
The brother of Lady Scott; after service in the East India Company (1789) he was
Commercial Resident at Salem in India.
King Charles I of England (1600-1649)
The son of James VI and I; as king of England (1625-1649) he contended with Parliament;
he was revered as a martyr after his execution.
Charles XII, King of Sweden (1682-1718)
King of Sweden and a formidable military commander who invaded Poland, Russia, Denmark,
and Norway.
William Clerk (1771-1847)
Edinburgh lawyer, the son of John Clerk of Eldin and brother of Lord Eldin (1757-1832);
he was Clerk of the Jury Court (1815) and a friend of Sir Walter Scott. He is said to be
the model for Darsie Latimer in
Redgauntlet.
Archibald Constable (1774-1827)
Edinburgh bookseller who published the
Edinburgh Review and works
of Sir Walter Scott; he went bankrupt in 1826.
Oliver Cromwell (1599-1658)
English general and statesman; fought with the parliamentary forces at the battles of
Edgehill (1642) and Marston Moor (1644); led expedition to Ireland (1649) and was named
Lord Protector (1653).
Hay Donaldson (d. 1822)
Writer to the Signet; he was the third son of Hay Donaldson (d. 1802) and Walter Scott's
friend and confidential solicitor.
Robert Dundas of Arniston (1758-1819)
The son of Robert Dundas (1713–1787), lord president of the court of session, and nephew
of Henry Dundas, viscount Melville; he was MP for Edinburghshire (1790-1801) and chief
baron of the exchequer in Scotland (1801).
Euphemia Erskine [née Robison] (d. 1819)
The daughter of the natural philosopher John Robison (1739-1805); in 1800 she married the
barrister William Erskine, friend of Walter Scott, who wrote an epitaph for her.
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.
Sir Adam Ferguson (1771-1855)
Son of the philosopher and classmate and friend of Sir Walter Scott; he served in the
Peninsular Campaign under Wellington, afterwards living on his estate in
Dumfriesshire.
John Macpherson Ferguson (1783-1855)
Scottish naval officer, youngest son of the philosopher Adam Ferguson and the brother of
Sir Walter Scott's friend Sir Adam Ferguson.
Frederick Augustus, Duke of York (1763-1827)
He was commander-in-chief of the Army, 1798-1809, until his removal on account of the
scandal involving his mistress Mary Anne Clarke.
Charles Hope, Lord Granton (1763-1851)
Educated at Edinburgh University, he was Tory MP for Edinburgh (1803-05) and Lord
President of Court of Session (1811-41).
David Hume (1757-1838)
The nephew of the philosopher; he was educated at University of Edinburgh and Glasgow
University and was a member of the Speculative Society, professor of Scots law in the
University of Edinburgh, and baron of the exchequer. He contributed to
The Mirror and
The Lounger.
Joseph Hume (d. 1819)
Scottish advocate, the son of David Hume of Ninewells; he was a friend of Walter Scott
and John Gibson Lockhart.
Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)
English man of letters, among many other works he edited
A Dictionary
of the English Language (1755) and Shakespeare (1765), and wrote
Lives of the Poets (1779-81).
James Keith (1783-1863)
Scottish surgeon educated at Edinburgh University (MD 1804); he was physician to the Deaf
and Dumb Institution, and a relation of Sir Walter Scott.
George Kinloch of Kinloch (1775-1833)
The son of Captain George Oliphant Kinloch; after inheriting the family estate he adopted
radical views and was charged with sedition after a speech made in connection with the
Peterloo massacre. He was MP for Dundee (1833).
William Laidlaw (1779-1845)
The early friend of James Hogg and Sir Walter Scott's steward and amanuensis.
James Murray MacCulloch of Ardwall (1768-1857)
Scottish landowner, son of David MacCulloch (d. 1794); he succeeded his brother Edward in
1796; his sister married Walter Scott's brother Thomas.
Jane Margaret Montagu [née Douglas] (1779-1859)
The daughter of Archibald James Edward Douglas, first Baron Douglas of Douglas; in 1804
she married Henry James Montagu-Scott, second Baron Montagu, son of the third Duke of
Buccleuch.
Emperor Napoleon I (1769-1821)
Military leader, First Consul (1799), and Emperor of the French (1804), after his
abdication he was exiled to Elba (1814); after his defeat at Waterloo he was exiled to St.
Helena (1815).
James Pringle of Torwoodlee (d. 1840)
The friend and neighbor of Walter Scott; he was educated at Cambridge and Leyden,
succeeded his uncle as laird in 1780, and was vice-lieutenant of Selkirkshire.
Thomas Purdie (1767-1829)
Sir Walter Scott's forester; they originally met when Purdie was brought before Sheriff
Scott on charges of poaching.
Elizabeth Janet Russell (1791-1820)
The daughter of William Russell of Ashiestiel, and first cousin of Walter Scott; she died
unmarried.
Sir James Russell of Ashiestiel (1781-1859)
The son of William Russell; he was born in Madras and was Major General in the Army; he
was Sir Walter Scott's cousin.
Christian Rutherford (1759-1819)
The daughter of Professor John Rutherford by his second wife; she was the half-sister of
Anne, mother of Sir Walter Scott (who referred to her as “Miss Critty”).
Daniel Rutherford (1749-1819)
Scottish physician and botanist, the son of Professor John Rutherford; after study at
Edinburgh University he was physician-in-ordinary to the Royal Infirmary (1791). He was Sir
Walter Scott's uncle.
John Rutherford (1695-1779)
Scottish physician educated at the University of Edinburgh where he was professor of
physic from 1726. He was Sir Walter Scott's maternal grandfather.
Robert Rutherford (1790-1866)
Son of the physician Daniel Rutherford, and Sir Walter Scott's cousin. He was Writer to
the Signet (1815) and Deputy Keeper of the Abbey of Holyrood.
Anne Scott [née Rutherford] (1739 c.-1819)
Walter Scott's mother, the daughter of Professor John Rutherford who married Walter Scott
senior in 1755.
Anne Scott (1772-1801)
Walter Scott's younger and only sister; an earlier sister of the same name had died in
childhood.
Anne Scott (1803-1833)
Walter Scott's younger daughter who cared for him in his old age and died
unmarried.
Charles Scott (1805-1841)
The younger son of Sir Walter Scott; educated at Oxford, he pursued a career in diplomacy
and died in Tehran.
Harriet Scott, Lady Polwarth [née Bruhl] (1772-1853)
Daughter of Count Hans Moritz von Bruhl and Alicia Maria Carpenter; in 1795 she married
Hugh Scott of Harden, afterwards sixth baron Polwarth. She was maid-of-honour to Caroline,
Princess of Wales.
John Scott (1769-1816)
Walter Scott's elder brother who served in the 73rd Regiment before retiring to Edinburgh
in 1810.
John Scott of Gala (1790-1840)
Scottish laird and lifelong friend of Walter Scott; they traveled together to Waterloo in
1815.
Thomas Scott (1774-1823)
The younger brother of Walter Scott rumored to have written
Waverley; after working in the family legal business he was an officer in the
Manx Fencibles (1806-10) and Paymaster of the 70th Foot (1812-14). He died in
Canada.
Walter Scott [Beardie] (1653-1729)
Walter Scott's great-grandfather, son of Walter Scott, first laird of Raeburn. He was a
Jacobite said to have let his beard grow in mourning for the demise of the Stuarts.
Walter Scott (1729-1799)
Walter Scott's father, son of Robert Scott of Sandyknowe; he was Writer to the Signet in
Edinburgh.
Sir Walter Scott, second baronet (1801-1847)
The elder son and heir of Sir Walter Scott; he was cornet in the 18th Hussars (1816),
captain (1825), lieut.-col. (1839). In the words of Maria Edgeworth, he was
“excessively shy, very handsome, not at all literary.”
James Skene of Rubislaw (1775-1864)
A life-long friend of Sir Walter Scott, who dedicated a canto of
Marmion to him.
Jane Skene (1787-1862)
The daughter of Sir William Forbes of Pitsligo (1739-1806); in 1806 she married James
Skene. Both Skenes were friends of Sir Walter Scott.
John Somers, baron Somers (1651-1716)
Whig politician, member of the Kit-Kat Club, friend of Addison, Steele, and Swift; he was
lord chancellor (1697).
Samuel Charters Somerville (1776-1823)
Of Lowood, the second son of Thomas Somerville, Minister of Jedburgh (d. 1830); he was
Writer to the Signet (1802) and managed the estates of Lord Somerville.
Thomas Somerville (1741-1830)
Minister of Jedburgh; he was educated at Edinburgh University and published
The History of Great Britain during the Reign of Queen Anne (1798)
and other works. He was a friend of Sir Walter Scott.
Lady Louisa Stuart (1757-1851)
The youngest child of John Stuart, third earl of Bute; she corresponded with Sir Walter
Scott. Several volumes of her writings and memoirs were published after her death.
John Swanston (1784-1860)
Forrester at Sir Walter Scott's Abbotsford.
William Fraser Tytler (1777-1853)
The eldest son of Alexander Fraser Tytler, Lord Woodhouselee; he was professor of history
at Edinburgh University (1801-21) and Sheriff of Inverness (1818).
John Usher (1766-1847)
The son of James Usher of Toftfield (d. 1816); Walter Scott purchased the estate from him
in 1817.
Sir William Wallace (1272 c.-1305)
Scottish hero in the conflict with Edward I, whom he defeated at the battle of Stirling
in 1297; he was afterwards captured and brutally executed in London.