whom he cannot manage.  Came home, in a heavy shower with the Solicitor.  I tried him on the question, but found him reserved and cautious.  The future Lord Advocate must be cautious; but I can tell my good friend John Hope that, if he acts the part of a firm and resolute Scottish patriot, both his own country and England will respect him the more.  Ah!  Hal Dundas, there was no such truckling in thy day!

Looked out a quantity of things to go to Abbotsford; for we are flitting, if you please.[198] It is with a sense of pain that I leave behind a parcel of trumpery prints and little ornaments, once the pride of Lady S——­’s heart, but which she sees consigned with indifference to the chance of an auction.  Things that have had their day of importance with me I cannot forget, though the merest trifles.  But I am glad that she, with bad health and enough to vex her, has not the same useless mode of associating recollections with this unpleasant business.  The best part of it is the necessity of leaving behind, viz., setting rid of, a set of most wretched daubs of landscapes, in great gilded frames, of which I have often been heartily ashamed.  The history of them was curious.  An amateur artist (a lady) happened to fall into misfortunes, upon which her landscapes, the character of which had been buoyed up far beyond their proper level, sank even beneath it, and it was low enough.  One most amiable and accomplished old lady continued to encourage her pencil, and to order picture after picture, which she sent in presents to her friends.  I suppose I have eight or ten of them, which I could not avoid accepting.  There will be plenty of laughing when they come to be sold.  It would be a good joke enough to cause it to be circulated that they were performances of my own in early youth, and they would be looked on and bought up as curiosities.  True it is that I took lessons of oil-painting in youth from a little Jew animalcule, a smouch called Burrell, a clever sensible creature though; but I could make no progress either in painting or drawing.  Nature denied me correctness of eye and neatness of hand, yet I was very desirous to be a draughtsman at least, and laboured harder to attain that point than at any other in my recollection, to which I did not make some approaches.  My oil-paintings were to Miss ------ above commemorated what hers are to Claude Lorraine.  Yet Burrell was not useless to me altogether neither; he was a Prussian, and I got from him many a long story of the battles of Frederic, in whose armies his father had been a commissary, or perhaps a spy.  I remember his picturesque account of seeing a party of the Black Hussars bringing in some forage carts which they had taken from a body of the Cossacks, whom he described as lying on the top of the carts of hay, mortally wounded, and, like the Dying Gladiator, eyeing their own blood as it ran down through the straw.  I afterwards took lessons from Walker, whom we used to call Blue-beard.  He was one of the most conceited