Footsteps of Dr. Johnson (Scotland)/Chapter 8
Banff and Elgin (August 25-26).
Starting from Slains Castle on the morning of August 25, Boswell and Johnson drove on to Banff, where they spent the night in an indifferent inn. In this little town a dreadful sight had been witnessed when the Duke of Cumberland's army arrived on an early day in April, 1746. The savage way in which the narrative is written, testifies to the ferocity of many of the followers of "the butcher duke."
"At Banff" (writes Ray) "two rebel spies were taken; the one was knotching on a stick the number of our forces, for which he was hanged on a tree in the town; and the other a little out of town, and for want of a tree was hanged on what they call the ridging-tree of a house that projected out from the end, and on his breast was fixed in writing, A Rebel Spy, which, with the addition of good entertainment, might have been a very famous sign."[1]
From Banff our travellers drove on to Elgin, passing through Lord Findlater's domain. It is strange that neither of them mentions the passage of the Spey, which ofttimes was a matter of great difficulty and even danger. Wesley describes it as "the most rapid river, next the Rhine, he had ever seen."[2] It was no doubt very low, owing to "that long continuance of dry weather which," as Johnson complained a few days later, "divested the Fall of Foyers of its dignity and terror." At Elgin they dined, and dined badly. "It was," he said, "the first time he had seen a dinner in Scotland that he could not eat." He might have reasonably expected something better, for in the account of Scotch inns given in the Gentleman's Magazine for 1771 (p. 544), the Red Lion at Elgin, kept by Leslie, is described as good. It is added that "he is the only landlord in Scotland who wears ruffles." As this was the inn in which the civic feasts were always held, the honour not only of the landlord, but also of the town was wounded by the publication of Johnson's narrative. I am glad to be able to inform the world that a satisfactory explanation has been given, and that Elgin and the Red Lion were not guilty of the inhospitality with which they have so long been reproached, and so unjustly. It seems that for some years before Johnson's visit a commercial traveller, Thomas Paufer by name, used in his rounds to come to this inn.
"He cared little about eating, but liked the more exhilarating system of drinking. His means were limited, and he was in the habit of ordering only a very slender dinner, that he might spend the more in the pleasures of the bottle. This traveller bore a very striking resemblance to Dr. Johnson. When the doctor arrived at the inn, the waiter, by a hasty glance, mistook him for Paufer, and such a dinner was prepared as Paufer was wont to receive. The doctor suffered by the mistake, for he did not ask for that which was to follow. Thus the good name of Elgin suffered, through the mistaking of the person of the ponderous lexicographer. This fact is well known, and is authenticated by some of the oldest and most respectable citizens of the town."[3]
FINDLATER
judge by the following entries in an Elgin "funeral bill," dated Sept 26, 1742:—
| "One dozen strong old claret (bottles being returned) | 14s. | 0d. |
| 4 lb. 12 oz. of sugar | 3s. | 4d. |
| five dozen eggs | 5d. | |
| six hens | 2s. | 0d."[4] |
One pound of sugar, it will be noticed, cost as much as two hens, and a little more than eight dozen eggs. With sugar at such a price it must have given a shock to a careful Scotch housewife to
ELGIN.
see well-sweetened lemonade flung out of the window merely because a waiter had used his dirty fingers to drop in the lumps.
To Johnson Elgin seemed "a place of little trade and thinly inhabited." Yet Defoe, writing only fifty years earlier, had said: "As the country is rich and pleasant, so here are a great many rich inhabitants, and in the town of Elgin in particular, for the gentlemen, as if this was the Edinburgh or the Court for this part of the island, leave their Highland habitations in the winter, and come and live here for the diversion of the place and plenty of provisions."[5]
Much of its ancient prosperity has returned to it. If it cannot boast of being a court for the north, it is at all events a pleasant little market-town that shows no sign of decay. The covered ways which in many places ran on each side of the street have disappeared. "Probably," writes Boswell, "it had piazzas all along the town, as I have seen at Bologna. I approved much of such structures in a town, on account of their conveniency in wet weather. Dr. Johnson disapproved of them, 'because,' said he, 'it makes the under story of a house very dark, which greatly overbalances the conveniency, when it is considered how small a part of the year it rains; how few arc usually in the street at such times; that many who are might as well be at home; and the little that people suffer, supposing them to be as much wet as they commonly are in walking a street." "They were a grand place for the boys to play at marbles," said an old man to me, who well remembered the past glories of Elgin and the delights of his youth. Even at the time of our travellers' visit, they were frequently broken by houses built in the modern fashion. In many cases they have not been destroyed, but converted into small shops. "There are," writes a local antiquary, "some fine old piazzas in the High Street which have been whitewashed over and hidden." He suggests that some of these might be restored to the light of day.[6] It would be a worthy deed for the citizens, even in one spot, to bring back the former appearance of their ancient town.
The noble ruins of the great cathedral Johnson examined with a most patient attention, though the rain was falling fast. "They afforded him another proof of the waste of reformation." His indignation was excited even more than by the ruins at St. Andrew's; for "the cathedral was not destroyed by the tumultuous violence of Knox, but suffered to dilapidate by deliberate robbery and frigid indifference." By an order of Council the lead had been stripped off the roof and shipped to be sold in Holland. "I hope," adds Johnson, "every reader will rejoice that this cargo of sacrilege was lost at sea." On this passage Horace Walpole remarks in a letter to Lord Hailes:—"I confess I have not quite so heinous an idea of sacrilege as Dr. Johnson. Of all kinds of robbery that appears to me the lightest species which injures nobody. Dr. Johnson is so pious, that in his journey to your country he flatters himself that all his readers will join him in enjoying the destruction of two Dutch crews, who were swallowed up by the ocean after they had robbed a church. I doubt that uncharitable anathema is more in the spirit of the Old Testament than of the New."[7] While Johnson censured the frigid indifference of the Scotch, he did not forget the ruin that was being slowly worked in England by the avarice and neglect of deans and canons. "Let us not," he wrote, "make
Elgin Cathedral.
too much haste to despise our neighbours. Our own cathedrals are mouldering by unregarded dilapidation. It seems to be part of the despicable philosophy of the time to despise monuments of sacred magnificence, and we are in danger of doing that deliberately which the Scots did not do but in the unsettled state of an imperfect constitution." He had learnt, there seems good reason to believe, that the chapter of the cathedral of his own town of Lichfield intended to strip the lead off its roof and cover it instead with slate. As he had first printed his narrative he had much more closely pointed the attack. It had run as follows: "There is now, as I have heard, a body of men not less decent or virtuous than the Scottish council, longing to melt the lead of an English cathedral. What they shall melt, it were just that they should swallow." Before publication he had the leaf cancelled, from the tender recollection that the dean had done him a kindness about forty years before. "He is now very old, and I am not young. Reproach can do him no good, and in myself I know not whether it is zeal or wantonness."[8]
FORES.
As I turned away from the ruins with my thoughts full of the past—of the ancient glory of the cathedral, of the strange sights which had been seen from its tower when the Young Pretender's Highlanders hurried by, closely followed by the English army, of old Johnson wandering about in the heavy rain—I was suddenly reminded of the vastness of "the abysm of time" by which they are separated from us, by reading in an advertisement placarded on the walls, that for £3 16s. 5d. could be had a ticket from Elgin to Paris and back.
- ↑ James Ray's History of the Rebellion of 1745, p.311.
- ↑ Wesley's Journal, iii. 182.
- ↑ This account I owe to the kindness of Mr. Lachlan Mackintosh, of Old Lodge, Elgin, who has copied it from a manuscript in his possession which was written at least as early as the year 1837. To him also I am indebted for the sketch of the old piazzas.
- ↑ Dunbar's Social Life in Former Days, i. 276.
- ↑ Defoe's Tour through Great Britain: Account of Scotland, iii. 193.
- ↑ The Elgin Courant and Courier, Aug. 23, 1889.
- ↑ Walpole's Letters, vii. 484. It was only one ship that was lost, though in it the lead of two cathedrals was conveyed.
- ↑ Boswell's Johnson, vi. xxxiii.