CHAPTER XXII--THE WIG DINNER

The affair of the pressgang gave great concern to all of the council; for

it was thought that the loyalty of the burgh would be called in question,

and doubted by the king's ministers, notwithstanding our many assurances

to the contrary; the which sense and apprehension begat among us an

inordinate anxiety to manifest our principles on all expedient occasions.

In the doing of this, divers curious and comical things came to pass; but

the most comical of all was what happened at the Michaelmas dinner

following the riot.

The weather, for some days before, had been raw for that time of the

year, and Michaelmas-day was, both for wind and wet and cold, past

ordinar; in so much that we were obligated to have a large fire in the

council-chamber, where we dined. Round this fire, after drinking his

majesty's health and the other appropriate toasts, we were sitting as

cozy as could be; and every one the longer he sat, and the oftener his

glass visited the punch-bowl, waxed more and more royal, till everybody

was in a most hilarious temperament, singing songs and joining chorus

with the greatest cordiality.

It happened, among others of the company, there was a gash old carl, the

laird of Bodletonbrae, who was a very capital hand at a joke; and he,

chancing to notice that the whole of the magistrates and town-council

then present wore wigs, feigned to become out of all bounds with the

demonstrations of his devotion to king and country; and others that were

there, not wishing to appear any thing behind him in the same, vied in

their sprose of patriotism, and bragging in a manful manner of what, in

the hour of trial, they would be seen to do. Bodletonbrae was all the

time laughing in his sleeve at the way he was working them on, till at

last, after they had flung the glasses twice or thrice over their

shoulders, he proposed we should throw our wigs in the fire next. Surely

there was some glammer about us that caused us not to observe his

devilry, for the laird had no wig on his head. Be that, however, as it

may, the instigation took effect, and in the twinkling of an eye every

scalp was bare, and the chimley roaring with the roasting of gude kens

how many powdered wigs well fattened with pomatum. But scarcely was the

deed done, till every one was admonished of his folly, by the laird

laughing, like a being out of his senses, at the number of bald heads and

shaven crowns that his device had brought to light, and by one and all of

us experiencing the coldness of the air on the nakedness of our upper

parts.

The first thing that we then did was to send the town-officers, who were

waiting on as usual for the dribbles of the bottles and the leavings in

the bowls, to bring our nightcaps, but I trow few were so lucky as me,

for I had a spare wig at home, which Mrs Pawkie, my wife, a most

considerate woman, sent to me; so that I was, in a manner, to all

visibility, none the worse of the ploy; but the rest of the council were

perfect oddities within their wigs, and the sorest thing of all was, that

the exploit of burning the wigs had got wind; so that, when we left the

council-room, there was a great congregation of funny weans and misleart

trades' lads assembled before the tolbooth, shouting, and like as if they

were out of the body with daffing, to see so many of the heads of the

town in their night-caps, and no, maybe, just so solid at the time as

could have been wished. Nor did the matter rest here; for the generality

of the sufferers being in a public way, were obligated to appear the next

day in their shops, and at their callings, with their nightcaps--for few

of them had two wigs like me--by which no small merriment ensued, and was

continued for many a day. It would hardly, however, be supposed, that in

such a matter anything could have redounded to my advantage; but so it

fell out, that by my wife's prudence in sending me my other wig, it was

observed by the commonality, when we sallied forth to go home, that I had

on my wig, and it was thought I had a very meritorious command of myself,

and was the only man in the town fit for a magistrate; for in everything

I was seen to be most cautious and considerate. I could not, however,

when I saw the turn the affair took to my advantage, but reflect on what

small and visionary grounds the popularity of public men will sometimes

rest.

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