Dined with James Ballantyne, who gave us a very pleasant party.  There was a great musician, Mr. Neukomm, a German, a pupil of Haydn, a sensible, pleasant man.

July 8.—­This morning I had an ample dose of proofs and could do nothing but read them.  The Court kept me till two; I was then half tempted to go to hear Mr. Neukomm perform on the organ, which is said to be a most masterly exhibition, but I reflected how much time I should lose by giving way to temptation, and how little such ears as mine would be benefited by the exhibition, and so I resolved to return to my proofs, having not a little to do.  I was so unlucky as to meet my foreigner along with Mr. Laine, the French Consul, and his lady, who all invited me to go with them, but I pleaded business, and was set down, doubtless, for a Goth, as I deserved.  However, I got my proofs settled before dinner-time, and began to pack up books, etc.

I dined at John Murray’s, and met, amongst others, Mr. Schutze, the brother-in-law of poor George Ellis.  We conversed about our mutual friend, and about the life Canning was to have written about him, and which he would have done con amore.  He gave me two instances of poor George’s neatness of expression, and acuteness of discrimination.  Having met, for the first time, “one Perceval, a young lawyer,” he records him as a person who, with the advantages of life and opportunity, would assuredly rise to the head of affairs.  Another gentleman is briefly characterised as “a man of few words, and fewer ideas.”  Schutze himself is a clever man, with something dry in his manner, owing, perhaps, to an imperfection of hearing.  Murray’s parties are always agreeable and well chosen.

July 9.—­I began an immense arrangement of my papers, but was obliged to desist by the approach of four o’clock.  Having been enabled to shirk the Court, I had the whole day to do what I wished, and as I made some progress I hope I will be strengthened to resume the task when at Abbotsford.

Heard of the death of poor Bob Shortreed,[354] the companion of many a long ride among the hills in quest of old ballads.  He was a merry companion, a good singer and mimic, and full of Scottish drollery.  In his company, and under his guidance, I was able to see much of rural society in the mountains which I could not otherwise have attained, and which I have made my use of.  He was, in addition, a man of worth and character.  I always burdened his hospitality while at Jedburgh on the Circuit, and have been useful to some of his family.  Poor fellow!  He died at a most interesting period for his family, when his eldest daughter was about to make an advantageous marriage.  So glide our friends from us—­Haec poena diu viventibus.  Many recollections die with him and with poor Terry.[355] I dined with the Skenes in a family way.

July 10,—­Had a hard day’s work at the Court till about two, and then came home to prepare for the country.  I made a talis qualis arrangement of my papers, which I trust I shall be able to complete at Abbotsford, for it will do much good.  I wish I had a smart boy like Red Robin the tinker.  Wrote also a pack of letters.