The Journal of Sir Walter Scott eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,191 pages of information about The Journal of Sir Walter Scott.

The Journal of Sir Walter Scott eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,191 pages of information about The Journal of Sir Walter Scott.

I have amused myself occasionally very pleasantly during the last few days, by reading over Lady Morgan’s novel of O’Donnel,[221] which has some striking and beautiful passages of situation and description, and in the comic part is very rich and entertaining.  I do not remember being so much pleased with it at first.  There is a want of story, always fatal to a book the first reading—­and it is well if it gets a chance of a second.  Alas! poor novel!  Also read again, and for the third time at least, Miss Austen’s very finely written novel of Pride and Prejudice.  That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements and feelings and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with.  The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.  What a pity such a gifted creature died so early![222]

March 15.—­This morning I leave No. 39 Castle Street, for the last time.  “The cabin was convenient,” and habit had made it agreeable to me.  I never reckoned upon a change in this particular so long as I held an office in the Court of Session.  In all my former changes of residence it was from good to better; this is retrograding.  I leave this house for sale, and I cease to be an Edinburgh citizen, in the sense of being a proprietor, which my father and I have been for sixty years at least.  So farewell, poor 39, and may you never harbour worse people than those who now leave you!  Not to desert the Lares all at once, Lady S. and Anne remain till Sunday.  As for me, I go, as aforesaid, this morning.

    “Ha til mi tulidh’!—­“[223]

Abbotsford, 9 at night.—­The naturally unpleasant feelings which influenced me in my ejectment, for such it is virtually, readily evaporated in the course of the journey, though I had no pleasanter companions than Mrs. Mackay, the housekeeper, and one of the maids; and I have a shyness of disposition, which looks like pride, but it is not, which makes me awkward in speaking to my household domestics.  With an out-of-doors labourer, or an old woman gathering sticks, I can talk for ever.  I was welcomed here on my arrival by the tumult, great of men and dogs, all happy to see me.  One of my old labourers killed by the fall of a stone working at Gattonside Bridge.  Old Will Straiton, my man of wisdom and proverbs, also dead.  He was entertaining from his importance and self-conceit, but really a sensible old man.  When he heard of my misfortunes, he went to bed, and said he would not rise again, and kept his word.  He was very infirm when I last saw him.  Tom Purdie in great glory, being released from all farm duty, and destined to attend the woods, and be my special assistant.  The gardener Bogie is to take care of what small farm we have left, which little would make me give up entirely.

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