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to society, but when I think on relations and friends being rent from the grave the case is very different, and I would fight knee-deep to prevent or punish such an exposure. So inconsistent we are all upon matters of this nature.

      I dined quietly at home with the girls, and wrote after dinner.

       January 17. — Nothing in the roll; corrected proofs, and went off at 12 o’clock in the Hamilton stage to William Lockhart’s at Auchinrath. My companions, Mr. Livingstone, the clergyman of Camnethan, a Bailie Hamilton, the king of trumps, I am told, in the Burgh of Hamilton, and a Mr. Davie Martin qui gaudet equis et canibus. Got to Auchinrath by six, and met Lord Douglas, his brother, Captain Douglas, E.N., John G-. Lockhart also, who had a large communication from Duke of W. upon the subject of the bullion. The Duke scouts the economist’s ideas about paper credit, after the proposition that all men shall be entitled to require gold.

       January 18. — We went, the two Lockharts and I, to William’s new purchase of Milton. We found on his ground a cottage, where a man called Greenshields, a sensible, powerful-minded person, had at twenty-eight (rather too late a week) taken up the art of sculpture. He had disposed of the person of the King most admirably, according to my poor thoughts, and had attained a wonderful expression of ease and majesty at the same time. He was desirous of engaging on Burns’ Jolly Beggars, which I dissuaded. Caricature is not the object of sculpture.

      We went to Milton on as fine a day as could consist with snow on the ground. The situation is eminently beautiful; a fine promontory round which the Clyde makes a magnificent bend. We fixed on a situation where the sitting-room should command the upper view, and, with an ornamental garden, I think it may be made the prettiest place in Scotland.

       January 19. — Posted to Edinburgh with John Lockhart. We stopped at Allanton to see a tree transplanted, which was performed with great ease. Sir Henry is a sad coxcomb, and lifted beyond the solid earth by the effect of his book’s success. But the book well deserves it. He is in practice particularly anxious to keep the roots of the tree near the surface, and only covers them with about a foot of earth.

      Note. — Lime rubbish dug in among the roots of ivy encourages it much.

      The operation delayed us three hours, so it was seven o’clock before we reached our dinner and a good fire in Shandwick Place, and we were wellnigh frozen to death. During this excursion I walked very ill — with more pain, in fact, than I ever remember to have felt — and, even leaning on John Lockhart, could hardly get on. Baad that, vara baad — it might be the severe weather though, and the numbing effect of the sitting in the carriage. Be it what it will, I can’t help myself.

       January 20. — I had little to do at the Court, and returned home soon. Honest old Mr. Ferrier is dead, at extreme old age. I confess I should not wish to live so long. He was a man with strong passions and strong prejudices, but with generous and manly sentiments at the same time. We used to call him Uncle Adam, after that character in his gifted daughter’s novel of the Heiress [Inheritance]. I wrote a long letter after I came home to my Lord Elgin about Greenshields, the sculptor. I am afraid he is going into the burlesque line, to which sculpture is peculiarly ill adapted. So I have expressed my veto to his patron, valeat quantum. Also a letter to Mrs. Professor Sandford at Glasgow about reprinting Macaulay’s History of St. Kilda, advising them to insert the history of Lady Grange who was kidnapped and banished thither.

      I corrected my proofs, moreover, and prepared to dine. After dinner we go to Euphemia Erskine’s marriage. Mr. Dallas came in and presented me with an old pedigree of the M’Intoshes. The wedding took place with the usual April weather of smiles and tears. The bridegroom’s name is Dawson. As he, as well as the bride, is very tall, they have every chance of bringing up a family of giants. The bridegroom has an excellent character. He is only a captain, but economy does wonders in the army, where there are many facilities for practising it. I sincerely wish them happiness.

       January 21. — Went out to Dalkeith House to dine and stay all night. Found Marquis of Lothian and a family party. I liked the sense and spirit displayed by this young nobleman, who reminds me strongly of his parents, whom I valued so highly.

       January 22. — Left Dalkeith after breakfast, and gained the Parliament House, where there was almost nothing to do, at eleven o’clock. Afterwards sat to Graham, who is making a good thing of it. Mr. Colvin Smith has made a better in one sense, having sold ten or twelve copies of the portrait to different friends. The Solicitor came to dine with me — we drank a bottle of champagne, and two bottles of claret, which, in former days, I should have thought a very sober allowance, since, Lockhart included, there were three persons to drink it. But I felt I had drunk too much, and was uncomfortable. The young men stood it like young men. Skene and his wife and daughter looked in in the evening. I suppose I am turning to my second childhood, for not only am I filled drunk, or made stupid at least, with one bottle of wine, but I am disabled from writing by chilblains on my fingers — a most babyish complaint. They say that the character is indicated by the handwriting; if so, mine is crabbed enough.

       January 23. — Still severe frost, annoying to sore fingers. Nothing on the roll. I sat at home and wrote letters to Wilkie, Landseer, Mrs. Hughes, Charles, etc. Went out to old Mr. Ferrier’s funeral, and saw the last duty rendered to my old friend, whose age was

      “ — — Like a lusty winter,

       Frosty, but kindly,”

      I mean in a moral as well as a physical sense. I then went to Cadell’s for some few minutes.

      I carried out Lockhart to Dalkeith, where we dined, supped, and returned through a clinking frost, with snow on the ground. Lord Ramsay and the Miss Kerrs were at Dalkeith. The Duke shows, for so young a man, a great deal of character, and seems to have a proper feeling of the part he has to play. The evening was pleasant, but the thought that I was now the visitor and friend of the family in the third generation lay somewhat heavy on me. Every thing around me seemed to say that beauty, power, wealth, honour were but things of a day.

       January 24. — Heavy fall of snow. Lockhart is off in the mail. I hope he will not be blockaded. The day bitter cold. I went to the Court, and with great difficulty returned along the slippery street. I ought to have taken the carriage, but I have a superstitious dread of giving up the habit of walking, and would willingly stick to the last by my old hardy customs.

      Little but trifles to do at the Court. My hands are so covered with chilblains that I can hardly use a pen — my feet ditto.

      We bowled away at six o’clock to Mr. Wardlaw Ramsay’s. Found we were a week too early, and went back as if our noses had been bleeding.

       January 25. — Worked seriously all morning, expecting the Fergusons to dinner. Alas! instead of that, I learn that my poor innocent friend Mary is no more. She was a person of some odd and peculiar habits, wore a singular dress, and affected wild and solitary haunts, but she was, at the same time, a woman of talent, and even genius. She used often to take long walks with me up through the glens; and I believe her sincere good wishes attended me, as I was always glad of an opportunity to show her kindness. I shall long think of her when at Abbotsford. This sad event breaks up our little party. Will Clerk came, however, and his tête-à-tête was, of course, interesting and amusing in the highest degree. We drank some whisky and water, and smoked a cigar or two, till nine at night.

      “No after friendships ere can raise

       The endearments of our early days.”

       January 26. — I muzzed on — I can call it little better — with Anne of Geierstein. The materials are excellent, but the power of using them is failing. Yet I wrote out about three pages, sleeping at intervals.

       January 27. — A great and general thaw, the streets afloat, the snow descending on one’s head from the roofs. Went to the Court. There was little to do. Left about twelve, and took a sitting with Graham, who begs for another. Sir James Stuart stood bottleholder on this occasion. Had rather an unfavourable account of the pictures of James Stuart

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