MY DEAR MISS EDGEWORTH,

Nothing would be so valuable to me as the mark of kindness which you

offer, and yet my kennel is so much changed since I had the pleasure

of seeing you, that I must not accept of what I wished so sincerely

to possess. I am the happy owner of two of the noble breed, each of

gigantic size, and the gift of that sort of Highlander whom we call a

High Chief, so I would hardly be justified in parting with them even

to make room for your kind present, and I should have great doubts

whether the mountaineers would receive the Irish stranger with due

hospitality. One of them I had from poor Glengarry, who, with all the

wild and fierce points of his character, had a kind, honest, and

warm heart. The other from a young friend, whom Highlanders call

MacVourigh, and Lowlanders MacPherson of Cluny. He is a fine spirited

boy, fond of his people and kind to them, and the best dancer of a

Highland reel now living. I fear I must not add a third to Nimrod and

Bran, having little use for them except being pleasant companions. As

to labouring in their vocation, we have only one wolf which I know

of, kept in a friend's menagerie near me, and no wild deer. Walter

has some roebucks indeed, but Lochore is far off, and I begin to

feel myself distressed at running down these innocent and beautiful

creatures, perhaps because I cannot gallop so fast after them as to

drown sense of the pain we are inflicting. And yet I suspect I am like

the sick fox; and if my strength and twenty years could come back, I

would become again a copy of my namesake, remembered by the sobriquet

of Walter _ill tae hauld_ (to hold, that is). 'But age has clawed

me in its clutch,' and there is no remedy for increasing disability

except dying, which is an awkward score.

There is some chance of my retiring from my official situation upon

the changes in the Court of Session. They cannot reduce my office,

though they do not wish to fill it up with a new occupant. I shall be

therefore _de trop_; and in these days of economy they will be better

pleased to let me retire on three parts of my salary than to keep me a

Clerk of Session on the whole; and small grief at our parting, as the

old horse said to the broken cart. And yet, though I thought such a

proposal when first made was like a Pisgah peep at Paradise, I cannot

help being a little afraid of changing the habits of a long life all

of a sudden and for ever. You ladies have always your work-basket and

stocking-knitting to wreak an hour of tediousness upon. The routine of

business serves, I suspect, for the same purpose to us male wretches;

it is seldom a burden to the mind, but a something which must be done,

and is done almost mechanically; and though dull judges and duller

clerks, the routine of law proceedings, and law forms, are very unlike

the plumed troops and the tug of war, yet the result is the same.

The occupation's gone. The morning, that the day's news must all be

gathered from other sources--that the jokes which the principal Clerks

of Session have laughed at weekly for a century, and which would not

move a muscle of any other person's face, must be laid up to perish

like those of Sancho in the Sierra Morena--I don't above half like

forgetting all these moderate habits, and yet

Ah, freedom is a noble thing!

as says the old Scottish poet. So I will cease my regrets, or lay them

by to be taken up and used as arguments of comfort, in case I do not

slip my cable after all, which is highly possible. Lockhart and Sophia

have taken up their old residence at Chiefswood. They are very fond of

the place; and I am glad also my grandchildren will be bred near the

heather, for certain qualities which I think are best taught there.

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