Footsteps of Dr. Johnson (Scotland)/Chapter 26

by George Birkbeck Norman Hill

Hamilton, Edinburgh, New Hailes, Ballencrieff, and
Cranston, November 8—22.

Leaving Auchinleck on the morning of November 8, our travellers arrived that night at Hamilton on the road to Edinburgh. They had crossed Drumclog Moor, the scene of the skirmish nearly one hundred years earlier where Claverhouse was beaten by the Covenanters. Scott in Old Mortality has told how in the fight John Balfour of Burley struck down Sergeant Bothwell. Fifty years or so after our travellers crossed the Moor, Thomas Carlyle and Edward Irving passed over it on foot. "It was here," says Carlyle, "as the sun was sinking, Irving drew from me by degrees, in the softest manner, the confession that I did not think as he of

NEW HAILES.

the Christian religion, and that it was vain for me to expect I ever could or should."^[1] Boswell's record of this day's journey is of the briefest. "We came at night to a good inn at Hamilton. I recollect no more." A writer in the Gentleman's Magazine gives us a humorous description of the innkeeper. "Hamilton Arms, kept by Burns, tolerable. The landlord from pure insipidity will laugh at you if you come in wet through; yet he can tell a good deal about the Duke's family."^[2] Smollett gives the little town the highest praise in his vocabulary, by calling it "one of the neatest he had seen in any country."^[3] Whatever nature could do, the force of art could no farther go last century than make a place neat. Boswell, before they left next morning, in vain tried to move Johnson to visit the Palace of Hamilton, as the Duke's castle is called. "He had not come to Scotland to see fine places of which there were enough in England." He would do nothing more than view the outside. That same night "they arrived at Edinburgh after an absence of eighty-three days. For five weeks together of the tempestuous season," adds Boswell, "there had been no account received of us." Yet, as the crow flies, they had never at their farthest been two hundred miles away. How vast is the change since those days! I received the other day at my house in Oxford, a letter which had been posted in Bombay just fifteen days before. Johnson would have hurried on to London had he followed his own wishes. "I long to come under your care," he wrote to Mrs. Thrale a day or two after his arrival in Edinburgh, "but for some days cannot decently get away." He had his morning levees to hold, and his dinner and supper parties to attend. "'Sir,' he said one evening, 'we have been harassed by invitations.' I acquiesced. 'Ay, sir,' he replied, 'but how much worse would it have been if we had been neglected!'" There was one man who did not harass him. Boswell nowhere mentions that he visited Lord Auchinleck at his house in Parliament Close.

He paid a visit to New Hailes, four miles east of Edinburgh, the seat of Sir David Dalrymple, better known by the title of Lord Hailes, which he bore as one of the judges of Scotland. "Here," says Boswell, "we passed a most agreeable day, but," he adds, "again I must lament that I was so indolent as to let almost all that passed evaporate into oblivion." Johnson had first heard of his host ten years earlier. One evening, when he and Boswell were supping in a private room at the Turk's Head Coffee-house in the Strand, "he drank a bumper to Sir David Dalrymple as 'a man of worth, a scholar, and a wit. I have,' said he, 'never heard of him, except from you; but let him know my opinion of him; for, as he does not show himself much in the world, he should have the praise of the few who hear of him.'" They did not meet till Johnson came to Edinburgh, but then they at once took to each other. "I love him better than any man whom I know so little," wrote Johnson eighteen months later. His love was no doubt increased by the decision which his friend gave a few years later in that famous case in which it was decided, by a majority of the judges, that a slave who had been brought from Jamaica to Scotland became thereby free. "Dear Lord Hailes was on the side of liberty," Johnson wrote to Boswell.^[4] He would have loved him still more for the tenderness of heart which, unlike so many of his brethren, he showed on the Bench. "When called to pass sentence of death he addressed the unfortunate convicts in a pathetic, dignified strain of piety and commiseration that made a deep impression on the audience."^[5] Many of the old judges, as is shown by the stories recorded of them, were in criminal trials little better than ruffians in ermine. If "robes and furred gowns hide all," in many a case they had far more cruelty to cover than the unfortunate prisoner had been guilty of who was sent to the gallows. Lord Hailes, with all his kindness, was by no means faultless as a judge. He too often allowed his pedantry to override his good sense. This failing in his friend, Boswell took off in his comic poem The Court of Session Garland:

"'This cause,' cries Hailes, 'to judge I can't pretend,
for justice, I perceive, wants an e at the end.'"

According to Dr. Robert Chambers "a story was told of his once making a serious objection to a law-paper, and in consequence to the whole suit, on account of the word justice being thus spelt."^[6] Lord Braxfield, one of the ruffian judges, but a man of strong mind, "hearing him praised as a good judge, said, in his vulgar way, 'Him! he knows nothing but the nooks of a cause.' He was not without his crotchets. One day when he sat as President, he reprimanded a lawyer very sharply for making a ludicrous application of some text in the Gospels or Epistles. 'Sir,' said he, 'you may take liberties with the Old Testament, but I will not suffer you to meddle with the New.'"^[7]

As an historian he had considerable merits. Johnson revised the proof-sheets of his Annals of Scotland, and found them "a new mode of history in our language." "They are very exact," he added, "but they contain mere dry particulars. They are to be considered as a Dictionary. You know such things are there, and may be looked at when you please."^[8] Gibbon praised him as "a diligent collector, and an accurate critic;" but he complained that when he came to criticise "the two invidious chapters" in the Decline and Fall, "he scrutinized each separate passage with the dry minuteness of a special pleader; and as he was always solicitous to make, he may have succeeded sometimes in finding a flaw."^[9] Hume spoke of him with contempt. "He is a godly man; feareth the Lord and escheweth evil, and works out his salvation with fear and trembling. None of the books he publishes are of his writing they are all historical manuscripts, of little or no consequence."^[10] "Nothing delighted him more," writes Ramsay of Ochtertyre, "than to demolish some historical fabric which length of time had rendered venerable. I lent an old lady the first volume of his Annals. She was so ill-pleased with the rejection of some popular stories of Wallace, that she said she would drive the powder out of his lordship's wig if she were by him."^[11] With all his critical power he was a believer in Ossian. Burke, who once met him at dinner, "found him a clever man, and generally knowing.""^[12]

He had been educated at Eton, and there one day had noticed a little black-looking boy, who had come up "to show for college, i.e., to stand for a scholarship on the foundation."

"After being examined lie was found entitled to be placed high in the fourth form, if he could make a copy of Latin verses in a given time. As he knew nothing of the matter, his friend had him throw the theme assigned him over the window^[13] in a quill, and he would convey him the verses ere they were wanted. He told the door-keeper to carry a pen-case to the lad under examination, who exhibited the theme, and was elected. For some months Dalrymple lent him his aid in versifying. Dr. Hallam, now Dean of Bristol and Canon of Westminster, confessed many years after, with tears in his eyes, that next to the providence of God he owed all that he had to the philanthropy of Sir David Dalrymple."^[14]

If, as seems likely, the examination was competitive, the boy who did not get the scholarship might not have taken altogether the same view of the matter as the pious and tearful dean. Dr. Hallam was the father of the historian, and the grandfather of Arthur Hallam. Had it not been for Lord Hailes's good-natured roguery the In Memoriam might never have been written.

New Hailes, as Johnson's host told Ramsay of Ochtertyre, "had been first made by Mr. Smith, a Popish architect employed in fitting up King James's chapel at the Abbey. He planted the oldest trees. It was acquired by Lord Hailes's grandfather, the Lord Advocate, who gave it its present name."^[15] We may wonder where poor Mr. Smith sought shelter that day when the news reached Edinburgh that James II. had fled from London. He may well have been in danger, for "the rabble," writes Burnet, "broke into the church of Holyrood House, which had been adorned at a great charge to be a royal chapel, defaced it quite, and seized on some that were thought great delinquents."^[16] When Lord Hailes came into the property, "his first care was to fit up the library a

LIBRARY, NEW HAILES.

LIBRARY, NEW HAILES.

magnificent room. The furnishing of it with an ample store of books was the great object of his ambition."^[17] The library is now the drawing-room the most noble and learned drawing-room that I have ever seen, for the great and well-filled book-shelves still go round it from the floor almost to the lofty ceiling. If it was in this room that Johnson was received, no doubt he behaved as he did that April day, a year or two later, when he drove down to dine with Mr. Cambridge at Twickenham. "No sooner," says Boswell. "had we made our bow to Mr. Cambridge in his library than Johnson ran eagerly to one side of the room, intent on poring over the backs of the books." Perhaps he turned to Lord Hailes, as he turned to Dr. Burney, on seeing his library, and said, "You are an honest man to have formed so great an accumulation of knowledge."^[18]

The house, like so many in Scotland, is built more after the continental than the English fashion. In the front is a square courtyard, on a level with which are the offices. The hall is reached by a flight of stone steps. As I came up to it a peacock was perched on the top. Above the door is inscribed the motto, Laudo manentem. Johnson's bedroom was at one end of the house, on the same floor as the hall; but as the ground is higher on this side, it was on a level with the flower-garden, which was just beneath the windows. He had also a dressing-room, whence I looked out on pleasant hayfields, where the haymakers were hard at work. All about the house are fine trees, many of them planted, no doubt, by the old Popish architect; while on one side there is a lofty grove of beeches with a column in the middle, inscribed

"Joanni Coniiti de Stair
De Patria et Principe optima merito
Viventi positum
MDCCXLVI."

The Earl of Stair was a Dalrymple. At the Jacobite rebellion in 1745 he had been appointed Field-Marshal and Commander-in-Chief of the Forces in South Britain.^[19] Horace Walpole did not think highly of his services at this time for, after describing in the November of that year how "the Prince of Wales, the night of his son's christening, had the citadel of Carlisle in sugar at supper, and the company besieged it with sugar-plums," he continues, "One thing was very proper; old Marshal Stair was there, who is grown child enough to be fit to war only with such artillery."^[20] We can picture to ourselves Johnson walking up and down under the beech trees, reading the inscription, and telling how kindly he had been welcomed a few days earlier by the earl's sister, the Countess of Loudoun, an old lady, "who in her ninety-fifth year had all her faculties entire. This," adds Boswell, "was a very cheering sight to Dr. Johnson, who had an extraordinary desire for long life."

With such a pleasant spot as this to live at, it is not surprising that Lord Hailes for many years would not take a house in Edinburgh, but resided constantly at New Hailes summer and winter "driving in every morning in session time before breakfast, and returning before dinner." Dr. Alexander Carlyle, who was no bad judge of conviviality, said, "that nowhere did he get more good wine or more good cracks than from Lord Hailes."^[21] Besides his learning and his hospitality he had, like so many of Johnson's Scotch friends, deserved the praise of being a good landlord. He did not raise his rents.^[22] On his death his will could not be found. He had no sons, and the heir-male was about to take possession of his estates to the exclusion of his daughter, Miss Hailes. She had made her preparations for leaving her old home, and had sent some of her servants to lock up his town house in New Street. As one of them was closing the shutters of a window the will dropped out upon the floor from behind a panel. It was found to secure her in the possession of the estates. She enjoyed them for upwards of forty years.^[23]

Johnson paid a visit also to Patrick, Lord Elibank, and stayed two nights "at his seat in the country." I at first thought that this was Darnhall, near Peebles, and accordingly visited that most delightful spot. But I have little doubt that it was at Ballencrieff, in the neighbourhood of Haddington, where he stayed.^[24] Smollett, when he takes Matthew Bramble through this part of the country, makes him say: "I intended to pay my respects to Lord Elibank, whom I had the honour to know at London many years ago. He lives in this part of Lothian, but was gone to the North on a visit. I have long revered him for his humanity and universal intelligence, over and above the entertainment arising from the originality of his character."^[25] He was a Jacobite, and a member of that famous Cocoa Tree Club, which, according to Boswell, "was sacred of old to loyalty." The loyalty, by the way, was rather towards the third James than the second George. Horace Walpole tells how, after Culloden, "the Duke of Cumberland gave Brigadier Mordaunt the Pretender's coach, on condition he rode up to London in it. 'That I will, Sir,' said he, 'and drive till it stops of its own accord at the Cocoa Tree.'"^[26] Lord Elibank had been deeper in the cause than was known at the time. According to Sir Walter Scott, the Stuart Papers show that "he carried on a correspondence with the Chevalier after 1745, which was not suspected by his most intimate friends."^[27] He probably was made to pay dearly for his attachment to the exiled family. Lord Cromartie, one of the rebel lords, "had been," says Walpole, "receiver of the rents of the king's second son in Scotland, which it was understood he should not account for, and by that means had six hundred pounds a year from the Government. Lord Elibank, a very prating, impertinent Jacobite, was bound for him in nine thousand pounds, for which the duke is determined to sue him."^[28] If the money was exacted, the loss must have been severely felt, for Elibank was somewhat parsimonious. "When he heard of John Home's pension, he said, 'It is a very laudable grant, and I rejoice at it; but it is no more in the power of the king to make John Home rich than to make me poor.'"^[29] Perhaps when he said this he was thinking how the king had done his best to impoverish him by exacting "the penalty and forfeit of his bond," and had failed.

One day he and Dr. Robertson called on Johnson at Boswell's house, and the talk turned on the Rebellion, Lord Elibank, addressing the historian, said: "Mr. Robertson, the first thing that gave me a high opinion of you was your saying in the Select Society, while parties ran high, soon after the year 1745, that you did not think worse of a man's moral character for his having been in rebellion. This was venturing to utter a liberal sentiment, while both sides had a detestation of each other." Such a sentiment must have been particularly comforting to a man who perhaps was still plotting treason. The Select Society had been founded in 1754 by Allan Ramsay the painter, aided by Robertson, Hume, and Adam Smith. "It rubbed off all corners by collision," says Dr. Carlyle, "and made the literati of Edinburgh less captious and pedantic than they were elsewhere."^[30] If collision always rubbed off corners, there was enough between Elibank and Hume to have produced the greatest smoothness and even polish. The historian, in the fifth volume of his History of England, speaks of him as "a person that has writ an Enquiry historical and critical into the evidence against Mary Queen of Scots." He goes on to accuse him with having "almost directly called him a liar," and charges him in his turn with being guilty of "scandalous artifices." He concludes with that well-known passage, in which he maintains that "there are indeed three events in our history which may be regarded as touchstones of party-men. An English Whig, who asserts the reality of the Popish Plot, an Irish Catholic, who denies the massacre in 1641, and a Scotch Jacobite, who maintains the innocence of Queen Mary, must be considered as men beyond the reach of argument or reason, and must be left to their prejudices."^[31] In a letter to Robertson, written some years earlier than this note, Hume says: "I desire my compliments to Lord Elibank. I hope his lordship has forgot his vow of answering us, and of washing Queen Mary white. I am afraid that is impossible; but his lordship is very well qualified to gild her."^[32] Hume, with all his good nature, was not a little touchy, and perhaps took offence where no offence was meant. Lord Elibank had been "the early patron of Robertson and Home, the tragick poet, who when they were ministers of country parishes, lived near his seat. He told me," continues Boswell, "'I saw these lads had talents, and they were much with me.' I hope they will pay a grateful tribute to his memory." According to Dr. Carlyle, they found a far better way of showing their gratitude, for "they cured him of his contempt for the Presbyterian clergy, made him change or soften down many of his original opinions, and prepared him for becoming a most agreeable member of the Literary Society of Edinburgh, among whom he lived during the remainder of his life, admiring and admired."^[33] Besides his Enquiry, he published several other "small pieces of distinguished merit," according to Boswell. National Debts and the Currency were among the subjects of which he treated.^[34] Dr. Carlyle describes him as "rather a humourist than a man of humour; one who defended paradoxes and uncommon opinions with a copiousness and ingenuity that was surprising." This part of his character would have endeared him to Johnson, who liked a tavern because, as he said, "wine there prompts me to free conversation, and an interchange of discourse with those whom I most love; I dogmatise and am contradicted, and in this conflict of opinions and sentiments I find delight."^[35] Though Johnson was fond of his society, and once said "that he was never in his company without learning something," yet speaking of him on another occasion he said, "Sir, there is nothing conclusive in his talk." Lord Elibank's admiration of Johnson was very high. Yet he need not have gone so far as to flatter him at the expense of his own country. Having missed seeing him on his first visit to Edinburgh, he wrote to Boswell: "I could not persuade myself there was anything in Scotland worthy to have a summer of Samuel Johnson bestowed on it; but since he has done us that compliment, for heaven's sake inform me of your motions. I will attend them most religiously, and though I should regret to let Mr. Johnson go a mile out of his way on my account, old as I am, I shall be glad to go five hundred miles to enjoy a day of his company." Johnson, in his plain truthfulness, on the very day on which Lord Elibank wrote this extravagant letter, said that "he would go two miles out of his way to see Lord Monboddo." As five hundred to two, so perhaps was Johnson's accuracy of talk to Lord Elibank's. To the mean way in which his lordship spoke of Scotland, as if it were beneath the great Englishman's notice, I much prefer the spirit of his countryman, who, according to Boswell, "would say of Dr. Johnson, 'Damned rascal! to talk as he does of the Scotch!'" However, he had none of that smallness of mind common enough among the high-born, which would not let him enjoy Johnson's strong talk. He was "one of the great who sought his society. He well observed that if a great man procured an interview with him, and did not wish to see him more, it showed a mere idle curiosity, and a wretched want of relish for extraordinary powers of mind." Such an idle curiosity and such a wretched want of relish were shown by George III.

The old house at Ballencrieff, in which Johnson "passed two nights and dined thrice," as Boswell accurately records, is now a melancholy ruin. It was burnt down about twenty years ago. For many years previously, deserted by its owners, it had been left in the care of a woman who lived in an outbuilding, which in the old days had formed the kitchen. It was here, I believe, that

TREES AT BALLENCRIEFF
PLANTED AT D^R JOHNSON'S SUGGESTION

were prepared those "performances of a nobleman's French cook which so much displeased Johnson, that he exclaimed with vehemence, 'I'd throw such a rascal into the river.'"^[36] Though the flames no longer roared up the chimney as they had done for many a long year, still a fire was kept up and soot accumulated. One day the old woman tried to get rid of it by setting it alight, a primitive mode of chimney-sweeping not uncommon in that part of the country. A spark, it is conjectured, was carried into the main building through a broken pane, and falling on some straw brought in by the birds who nested there, set an upper room on fire. The summer had been unusually dry. The flames spread rapidly from one end of the house to the other; so fierce was the blaze that a large beech-tree which stood at some little distance was burnt also. Part of the house is evidently of considerable antiquity, being very solidly built, with vaulted chambers and walls many feet in thickness.
BALLENCRIEFF. In the year 1625, as I judge from an inscription on the wall, great additions were made. It is pleasantly placed, with meadow-land on three sides, and at a little distance from a fine range of hills, which boasts of a Roman camp and of a lofty column to one of Wellington's generals. So strangely do the ages mingle here. From the upper windows on a clear day a delightful view must have been enjoyed of the Forth, with the little island of Inch Keith and the hills of Fife beyond. Near the house there is a row of yew-trees which could not have looked young in Johnson's time, and holly hedges leading up to it, between which, perhaps, he walked, for they too look old. The land is in the occupation of a market-gardener, who cultivates it with a success which would have won his praise, and made him allow that something beside the sloe is brought to perfection in Scotland. The whole district abounds in fruitful gardens and orchards, and fine plantations of trees. As I looked at the luxuriance of growth, and meditated on the change that had been wrought in a century and a quarter, I thought that to Johnson, who had shown the nakedness of the land, a grateful and penitent people, who had profited by his exhortations, should raise a memorial as the god of gardens. According to a tradition which has come down to our time, a group of ash-trees was planted by Lord Elibank on his suggestion.^[37] Planting had begun earlier than he thought. "It may be doubted," he said, "whether before the Union any man between Edinburgh and England had ever set a tree." The market-gardener told me that he hail counted one hundred and ninety rings on some tall trees near the house, which had been cut down fourteen years before. This would show that they were planted not only before the Union, but also before the Revolution, for though a ring marks the growth of a year, yet in an old tree many of the rings cannot be distinguished.

As I wandered about the ruins, and listened to the jackdaws chattering overhead "with nothing conclusive in their talk," how much I regretted that Boswell's indolence had kept him from recording the conversation which passed here in those three November days between the old Jacobite lord and his famous guest.

Johnson's tour was rapidly drawing to a close. Brundusium is at hand.

"Brundusium longæ finis chartæque viæque."^[38]

He wrote from Edinburgh to Mrs. Thrale on Thursday, November 18: "I long to be at home, and have taken a place in the coach for Monday; I hope, therefore, to be in London on Friday, the 26th, in the evening. Please to let Mrs. Williams know." On Saturday he accepted the invitation of Sir John Dalrymple, a cousin of Lord Hailes, and author of Memoirs of Great Britain and Ireland, to visit him at his house at Cranston, twelve miles from Edinburgh on the middle road to Newcastle. There he was to be taken up by the London coach. Three years earlier Boswell had described Dalrymple as "a very knowing, lively companion;"^[39] but his feelings towards him were changed. He had not worshipped the image which he had set up. Nevertheless, "he was ambitious," Boswell writes, "of having such a guest; but as I was well assured, that at this very time he had joined with some of his prejudiced countrymen in railing at Dr. Johnson, and had said, he wondered how any gentleman of Scotland could keep company with him, I thought he did not deserve the honour; yet, as it might be a convenience to Dr. Johnson, I contrived that he should accept the invitation, and engaged to conduct him." The convenience consisted in the fact that, as his house was on the London road, Johnson would not have to rise so early by two hours to catch the coach. Dalrymple had lately made a good deal of stir both in the world of literature and politics by the publication of his Memoirs. From these it had been learnt for the first time that Algernon Sidney had been a pensioner of the King of France. Horace Walpole had been roused to anger by the exposure of a man whose memory he revered. "Need I tell you," he wrote to Mason, "that Sir John Dalrymple, the accuser of bribery, was turned out of his place of Solicitor of the Customs for taking bribes from brewers?"^[40] Hume was astonished at "the rage against him, on account of the most commendable action in his life," but he despised "his ranting, bouncing style."^[41] Johnson had an equal contempt for it, calling it "his foppery." Boswell records in the spring of the year:

 

"I mentioned Sir John Dalrymplu's Memoirs of Great Britain and Ireland, and his discoveries to the prejudice of Lord Russell and Algernon Sidney. Johnson. 'Why, Sir, every body who had just notions of government thought them rascals before. It is well that all mankind now see them to be rascals. … This Dalrymple seems to be an honest fellow; for he tells equally what makes against both sides. But nothing can be poorer than his mode of writing, it is the mere bouncing of a schoolboy: Great He! but greater She! and such stuff.'"

 

In describing the last scene between Lord and Lady Russell he had said, "they parted for ever—he great in this last act of his life, but she greater."^[42]

His portrait, which I saw in the Loan Exhibition of the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, shows a cold conceited face. Dr. Carlyle gives an unpleasing account of him. After recounting how at a dinner he had once had "to divide a haunch of venison among fifteen without getting any portion of fat for himself," he continues, "But what signifies that, when you have an opportunity of obliging your friends? as Sir J. Dalrymple said to me one day when we had a haunch at the Poker, flattering me for a good piece, for he was a gourmand."^[43] How must the indignation of this flattering glutton have been excited at the careless and even rude treatment which he received from our travellers, who had engaged to dine with him on the day they left Edinburgh! They were very late in starting, for Johnson in his good-nature had let himself be detained "by young Mr. Tytler who came to show some essays which he had written." They did not leave till one o'clock, and then Boswell insisted on their going to see Rosslyn Castle and the Chapel. They dined and drank tea at the inn. As if this were not enough, and as if no baronet were waiting dinner, they next went to Hawthornden, and "had Rare Ben in mind" who one hundred and forty-three years earlier had there visited the poet Drummond. "It was very late," writes Boswell, "before we reached the seat of Sir John Dalrymple, who, certainly with some reason, was not in very good humour. Our conversation was not brilliant. We supped, and went to bed in ancient rooms, which would have better suited the climate of Italy in summer, than that of Scotland in the month of November." Dalrymple was alive when this account was published. Not finding their quarters to their mind they went on next evening two miles further to the inn at Blackshields. Pennant, who had passed a night there in September of the previous year, describes "the country as good, full of corn, and decked with numbers of small woods. The inn is good."^[44] Just one year and two days before our travellers arrived there, on November 19, 1772, one Mr. John Scott of Newcastle had married, in this same village and most probably in the inn, pretty Miss Elizabeth Surtees. She had escaped by a ladder from her father's house and had run with him across the Border. He was twenty-one and she eighteen. "Jack Scott," said a friend on hearing of it, "has run off with Bessy Surtees, and the poor lad is undone." In the end he became Lord Chancellor and Earl of Eldon.^[45] The certificate of marriage shows that the ceremony was performed in the presence of James and Thomas Fairbairn. From a paper in the Gentleman's Magazine I know that Fairbairn was the innkeeper's name.

On the morning of Monday, November 22, the coach took up Johnson and off he drove homewards. On the following Saturday he wrote to Boswell from London:—"I came home last night, without any incommodity, danger, or weariness, and am ready to begin a new journey. I shall go to Oxford on Monday." There he met Mr. John Scott and his young bride, and perhaps compared notes about Blackshields and the Newcastle road.^[46] To his friend, Dr. Taylor, he wrote that "he had traversed the east coast of Scotland from south to north, from Edinburgh to Inverness, and

HAWTHORNDEN.

HAWTHORNDEN.

the west-coast from north to south, from the Highlands to Glasgow."^[47]

"The time he spent in his Tour, was," he often said, "the pleasantest part of his life." I too have rarely spent my time more pleasantly than when I was following his traces both in that beautiful country through which he wandered, and in those old books in which still live the people, the manners, and the Scotland which he saw.

 

1. Carlyle's Reminiscences, ed. 1881, i. 178.
2. Gentleman's Magazine, 1771, p. 545.
3. Humphry Clinker, iii. 85.
4. Boswell's Johnson, iii. 212, 216.
5. Scotland and Scotsmen, &c. , i. 398.
6. Traditions of Edinburgh, ed. 1825, ii. 161.
7. Scotland and Scotsmen, &c., i. 397, 407.
8. Boswell's Johnson, ii. 383, iii. 404.
9. Gibbon's Miscellaneous Works, ed. 1814, i. 232.
10. Hume's Letters to Strahan, p. 74.
11. Scotland and Scotsmen, &c., i. 402.
12. Burke's Correspondence, iii. 301.
13. A Scotticism for out of the window. See ante, p. 46.
14. Scotland and Scotsmen, &c., i. 394.
15. Scotland and Scotsmen, &c., i. 411.
16. Burnet's History of his own Time, ed. 1818, ii. 443.
17. Scotland and Scotsmen, &c., i. 409.
18. Boswell's Johnson, ii. 364.
19. Smollett's History of England, iii. 169.
20. Walpole's Letters, i. 407.
21. Scotland and Scotsmen, &c., i. 407.
22. Ib., p. 413.
23. Chambers's Traditions of Edinburgh, ed. 1869. p. 145.
24. Darnhall is at present Lord Elibank's seat; but in Paterson's British Itinerary (ed. 1800, i. 227; ii. 557) it is described as the seat of the Hon. George Murray, while Ballencrieff is mentioned as Lord Elibank's. Murray is the family name of the Elibanks.
25. Humphry Clinker, ii. 219.
26. Walpole's Letters, ii. 32.
27. Quarterly Review, No. 71, p. 199.
28. Walpole's Letters, ii. 40.
29. Home's Works, i. 54.
30. Dr. A. Carlyle's Autobiography, p. 298, and D. Stewart's Life of Robertson, ed. 1802, p. 5.
31. History of England, ed. 1773, v. 504.
32. Robertson's Works, ed. 1802, v. 46.
33. Dr. A. Carlyle's Autobiography, p. 267.
34. Horace Walpole's Letters, ix. 103.
35. When I had the honour of meeting Mr. Gladstone in his visit to Oxford early this year, he quoted this passage in his strong deep voice, and praised it highly.
36. At BallencriefF there is no river, but perhaps Johnson was thinking of the Firth of Forth.
37. This interesting tradition comes to me from my friend General Cadell, C.B., of Cockenzie House, to whom I am indebted for the accompanying sketch of the trees.
38. "From thence our travels to Brundusium bend,
    Where our long journey and my paper end."}} {{right|Francis's Horace, i. Sat. v. 103.
39. Letters of Boswell to Temple, p. 168.
40. Walpole's Letters, v. 441.
41. Letters of Hume to Stratum, pp. 174, 265.
42. Boswell's Johnson, ii. 210.
43. Dr. A. Carlyle's Autobiography, p. 437.
44. Tour in Scotland, ed. 1776, ii. 259, 260.
45. Twiss's Life of Lord Eldon, ed. 1846, i. 57, and the Gentleman's Magazine, 1771, p. 543.
46. Boswell's Johnson, ii. 268.
47. The original letter of which a facsimile is given is in my possession. See Appendix B.

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