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 cannot conceive what possesses me, over every person besides, to mislay papers.  I received a letter Saturday at e’en, enclosing a bill for L750; no deaf nuts.  Well, I read it, and note the contents; and this day, as if it had been a wind-bill in the literal sense of the words, I search everywhere, and lose three hours of my morning—­turn over all my confusion in the writing-desk—­break open one or two letters, lest I should have enclosed the sweet and quickly convertible document in them,—­send for a joiner, and disorganise my scrutoire, lest it should have fallen aside by mistake.  I find it at last—­the place where is of little consequence; but this trick must be amended.

Dined at the Royal Society Club, where, as usual, was a pleasant meeting of from twenty to twenty-five.  It is a very good institution; we pay two guineas only for six dinners in the year, present or absent.  Dine at five, or rather half-past five, at the Royal Hotel, where we have an excellent dinner, with soups, fish, etc., and all in good order; port and sherry till half-past seven, then coffee, and we go to the Society.  This has great influence in keeping up the attendance, it being found that this preface of a good dinner, to be paid for whether you partake or not, brings out many a philosopher who might not otherwise have attended the Society.  Harry Mackenzie, now in his eighty-second or third year, read part of an Essay on Dreams.  Supped at Dr. Russell’s usual party,[56] which shall serve for one while.

December 6.—­A rare thing this literature, or love of fame or notoriety which accompanies it.  Here is Mr. H[enry] M[ackenzie] on the very brink of human dissolution, as actively anxious about it as if the curtain must not soon be closed on that and everything else.[57] He calls me his literary confessor; and I am sure I am glad to return the kindnesses which he showed me long since in George Square.  No man is less known from his writings.  We would suppose a retired, modest, somewhat affected man, with a white handkerchief, and a sigh ready for every sentiment.  No such thing:  H.M. is alert as a contracting tailor’s needle in every sort of business—­a politician and a sportsman—­shoots and fishes in a sort even to this day—­and is the life of the company with anecdote and fun.  Sometimes, his daughter tells me, he is in low spirits at home, but really I never see anything of it in society.

There is a maxim almost universal in Scotland, which I should like much to see controlled.  Every youth, of every temper and almost every description of character, is sent either to study for the bar, or to a writer’s office as an apprentice.  The Scottish seem to conceive Themis the most powerful of goddesses.  Is a lad stupid, the law will sharpen him;—­is he too mercurial, the law will make him sedate;—­has he an estate, he may get a sheriffdom;—­is he poor, the richest lawyers have emerged from poverty;—­is

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