Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
Sir Walter Scott to Walter Scott, jun., 4 April 1825
“Abbotsford, 4th April, 1825.
“My dear Children,
“I received your joint composition without a date,
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but which circumstances enabled me to fix it as
written upon the 24th or 25th March. I am very sorry on Jane’s account for the unpleasant
necessity of night journeys, and the inconvenience of bad quarters. I almost
wish you had stuck by your original plan of leaving Jane
at Edgeworthstown. As for you, Mr
Walter, I do not grudge your being obliged to pay a little deference
to the wig and gown. Cedant arma
togæ is a lesson well taught at an assize. But although
you, thanks to the discipline of the most excellent of fathers, have been
taught not to feel greatly the inconvenience of night journeys or bad lodgings,
yet, my poor Jane, who has not had these advantages, must,
I fear, feel very uncomfortable; and I hope you will lay your plans so that she
shall be exposed to them as little as possible. I like old songs, and I like to
hear Jane sing them; but I would not like that she had
cause to sing, ‘Oh but I’m weary with wandering, Oh. but my fortunes are bad; It sets not a gentle young lady To follow a sodger lad.’ |
But against the recurrence of these inconveniences I am sure
Walter will provide as well as he can. I hope you have
delivered your introduction to Mrs Scott
(of Harden’s) friend in the neighbourhood of Cork. Good introductions
should never be neglected, though numerous ones are rather a bore. A
lady’s society, especially when entering on life, should be, as they are
said to choose their liquor, little but good; and Mrs
Scott being really a woman of fashion, a character not quite so
frequent in reality as aspired to—and being, besides, such an old friend of
yours, is likely to introduce you to valuable and creditable society.
“We had a visit from Lockhart yesterday. He rode out on Saturday with a friend, and
they dined here,
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remained Sunday, and left us this morning early. I feel obliged to him for
going immediately to Mrs Jobson’s
when the explosion took place so near her in my friend Colin Mackenzie’s premises.* She had
experienced no inconvenience but the immediate fright, for the shock was
tremendous—and was rather proud of the substantial capacity of the house, which
had not a pane broken, when many of the adjoining tenements scarce had one
left.
“We have had our share of casualties. Sibyl came down with me, but without any injury; but
Tom Purdie being sent on some
business by Mr Laidlaw, she fell with
him, and rolled over him, and bruised him very much. This is rather too bad, so
I shall be on the pavé for a
pony, my neck being rather precious.
“Touching Colonel
Thwackwell,† of whom I know nothing but the name, which
would bespeak him a strict disciplinarian, I suppose you are now arrived at
that time of life you can take your ground from your observation, without being
influenced by the sort of cabal which often exists in our army, especially in
the corps where the officers are men of fortunes or expectations, against a
commanding officer. The execution of their duty is not always popular with young men, who may like the dress and show of a
regimental officer; and it often happens that a little pettishness on the one
side begets a little repulsiveness of manner on the other, so that it becomes
the question how the one shall command, and the other obey, in the way most
disagreeable to the other, without a tangible infringement of rules. This
* This alludes to an explosion of gas in Shandwick
Place, Edinburgh. † Sir Walter had misread, or chose to miswrite,
the name of his son’s new commandant, Lieutenant-Colonel Thackwell.
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is the shame of our army, and in a greater degree that of
our navy. A humble and reflecting man keeps as much aloof as possible from such
feuds. You have seen the world more than when you joined the 18th.
“The Catholic question seems likely to be carried at
last. I hope, though I doubt it a little, that Ireland will be the quieter, and
the people more happy. I suspect, however, that it is laying a plaster to the
foot while the head aches, and that the fault is in the landholders’
extreme exactions, not in the disabilities of the Catholics, or any more remote
cause.
“My dear Jane,
pray take care of yourself, and write me soon how you are and what you are
doing. I hope it will contain a more pleasant account of your travels than the
last. Mamma and Anne send best loves. I hope my various letters have all come
to your hand, and am, my dear children, always your affectionate father,
Rachel Jobson [née Stewart] (1775-1863)
The daughter of John Stewart; in 1799 she married the Dundee merchant William Jobson
(1760-1822); her daughter Jane married Sir Walter Scott's eldest son, Walter.
William Laidlaw (1779-1845)
The early friend of James Hogg and Sir Walter Scott's steward and amanuensis.
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).
Colin Mackenzie of Portmore (1770-1830)
Scottish advocate; he was Principal Clerk of Session (1804-08) and Deputy Keeper of the
Signet (1820-28). He was a schoolmate and friend of Sir Walter Scott.
Thomas Purdie (1767-1829)
Sir Walter Scott's forester; they originally met when Purdie was brought before Sheriff
Scott on charges of poaching.
Anne Scott (1803-1833)
Walter Scott's younger daughter who cared for him in his old age and died
unmarried.
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.
Lady Jane Scott [née Jobson] (1801 c.-1877)
The daughter of William Jobson of Lochore; in 1825 she married Sir Walter Scott's eldest
son, Walter.
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.”
Sir Joseph Thackwell (1781-1859)
English military officer; he served in Ireland and the Peninsular campaign, and lost an
arm at Waterloo.