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Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
Sir Walter Scott to John Gibson Lockhart, 26 April 1827
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Vol I Preface
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Chapter II 1771-78
Chapter III 1778-83
Chapter IV 1783-86
Chapter V 1786-90
Chapter VI 1790-92
Chapter VII 1792-96
Chapter VIII 1796-97
Chapter IX 1798-99
Chapter X 1800-02
Chapter XI 1802-03
Chapter XII 1803-04
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Chapter I 1826-27
Chapter II 1827
Chapter III 1828
Chapter IV 1828
Chapter V 1829
Chapter VI 1830
Chapter VII 1830-31
Chapter VIII 1831
Chapter IX 1831
Chapter X 1831-32
Chapter XI 1832
Chapter XII
Vol VII Appendix
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April 26.

“The news you send is certainly the most wonderful of my time, in a party point of view, especially as I can’t but think all has turned on personal likings and dislikings. I hope they won’t let in the Whigs at the breach, for I suppose, if Lansdowne come in, he must be admitted with a tail on, and Lauderdale will have the weight in Scotland. How our tough Tories may like that, I wot not; but they will do much to keep the key of the corn-chest within reach. The Advocate has not used me extremely kindly, but I shall be sorry if he suffers in this State tempest. For me, I remain, like the Lilliputian poet—‘In amaze—Lost I gaze’—or rather as some other bard sings
‘So folks beholding at a distance
Seven men flung out of a casement,
They never stir to their assistance,
But just afford them their amazement.’*
—You ask why the wheels of Napoleon tarry; not by my fault, I swear;
‘We daily are jogging,
While whistling and flogging,
While whistling and flogging,
The coachman drives on,
With a hey hoy, gee up gee ho,’ &c. &c. &c.

* Crazy Tales, by John Hall Stevenson.

POLITICS—MAY, 1827.31
To use a more classical simile
‘Wilds immeasurably spread
Seem lengthening as I go.’*
I have just got some very curious papers from Sweden. I have wrought myself blind between writing and collating, and, except about three or four hours for food and exercise, I have not till to-day devauled from my task. . . . .
O, Bony, I’ll owe you a curse, if Hereafter
To my vision your tyrannous spectre shall show,
But I doubt you’ll be pinned on old Nick’s reddest rafter,
While the vulgar of Tophet howl back from below. . . .
I shall, however, displease Ultras such as Croker, on the subject of Bony, who was certainly a great man, though far from a good man, and still farther from a good king. But the stupidest Roitelet in Europe has his ambition and selfishness, and where will you find his talents? I own I think Ultra-writing only disgusts people, unless it is in the way of a downright invective, and that in history you had much better keep the safe side, and avoid colouring too highly. After all, I suspect, were Croker in presence of Bony to-morrow, he might exclaim, as Captain T. did at one of the Elba levees, ‘Well, Bony’s a d——d good fellow after all.’”