The following good-tempered and agreeable letter has been published in
illustration of an excellent engraving of Wilkie’s interesting picture
of Sir Walter Scott and his family:--
LETTER FROM SIR WALTER SCOTT TO SIR ADAM FERGUSON, DESCRIPTIVE OF A
PICTURE PAINTED BY DAVID WILKIE, ESQ., R.A., EXHIBITED AT THE ROYAL
ACADEMY, 1818.
My dear Adam,--I have duly received your letter, with that enclosed from
the gentleman whom you have patronised, by suffering the sketch from the
pencil of our friend Wilkie to be engraved for his work.
The picture has something in it rather of a domestic character, as the
personages are represented in a sort of masquerade, such being the
pleasure of the accomplished painter. Nevertheless, if it is to be
engraved, I do not see that I can offer any objection, since it is the
wish of the distinguished artist, and the friendly proprietor of the
sketch in question.
But Mr. Balmanno [Secretary to the Incorporated Artists’ Fund] mentions,
besides, a desire to have anecdotes of my private and domestic life, or,
as he expresses himself, a portrait of the author in his night-gown and
slippers; and this from you, who, I dare say, could furnish some
anecdotes of our younger days, which might now seem ludicrous enough.
Even as to my night-gown and slippers, I believe the time has been, when
the articles of my wardrobe were as familiar to your memory as _Poins’s_
to _Prince Henry_; but that time has been for some years past, and I
cannot think it would be interesting to the public to learn that I had
changed my old _robe-de-chambre_ for a handsome _douillette_ when I was
last at Paris. The truth is, that a man of ordinary sense cannot be
supposed delighted with the species of gossip which, in the dearth of
other news, recurs to such a quiet individual as myself; and though,
like a well-behaved lion of twenty years’ standing, I am not inclined to
vex myself about what I cannot help, I will not in any case, in which I
can prevent it, be accessory to these follies. There is no man known at
all in literature, who may not have more to tell of his private life
than I have: I have surmounted no difficulties either of birth or
education, nor have I been favoured by any particular advantages, and my
life has been as void of incidents of importance, as that of the “weary
knife-grinder,”--
“Story! God bless you. I have none to tell, sir.”
The follies of youth ought long since to have passed away; and if the
prejudices and absurdities of age have come in their place, I will keep
them, as Beau Tibbs did his prospect, for the amusement of my domestic
friends. A mere enumeration of the persons in the sketch is all I can
possibly permit to be published respecting myself and my family; and as
must be the lot of humanity, when we look back seven or eight years,
even what follows cannot be drawn up without some very painful
recollections.
The idea which our inimitable Wilkie adopted was to represent our family
group in the garb of south country peasants, supposed to be concerting a
merry-making, for which some of the preparations are seen. The place is
the terrace near Kayside, commanding an extensive view towards the
Eildon hills. 1. The sitting figure, in the dress of a miller, I
believe, represents Sir Walter Scott, author of a few scores of volumes,
and proprietor of Abbotsford, in the county of Roxburgh. 2. In front,
and presenting, we may suppose, a country wag somewhat addicted to
poaching, stands sir Adam Ferguson, Knight-Keeper of the Regalia of
Scotland. 3. In the background is a very handsome old man, upwards of
eighty-four years old at the time, painted in his own character of a
shepherd. He also belonged to the numerous clan of Scott. He used to
claim credit for three things unusual among the Southland shepherds:
first, that he had never been _fou_ in the course of his life; secondly,
he never had struck a man in anger; thirdly, that though intrusted with
the management of large sales of stock, he had never lost a penny for
his master by a bad debt. He died soon afterwards at Abbotsford. 4, 5,
6. Of the three female figures, the elder is the late regretted mother
of the family represented. 5. The young person most forward in the group
is Miss Sophia Charlotte Scott, now Mrs. J. G. Lockhart; and 6, her
younger sister, Miss Ann Scott. Both are represented as ewe-milkers,
with their _leglins_, or milk-pails. 7. On the left hand of the
shepherd, the young man holding a fowling-piece is the eldest son of sir
Walter, now captain in the king’s hussars. 8. The boy is the youngest of
the family, Charles Scott, now of Brazenose College, Oxford. The two
dogs were distinguished favourites of the family; the large one was a
stag-hound of the old Highland breed, called Maida, and one of the
handsomest dogs that could be found; it was a present from the chief of
Glengary to sir Walter, and was highly valued, both on account of his
beauty, his fidelity, and the great rarity of the breed. The other is a
little Highland terrier, called _Ourisk_, (goblin,) of a particular
kind, bred in Kintail. It was a present from the honourable Mr. Stewart
Mackenzie, and is a valuable specimen of a race which is now also
scarce.
Maida, like Bran, Luath, and other dogs of distinction, slumbers
“beneath his stone,” distinguished by an epitaph, which, to the honour
of Scottish scholarship be it spoken, has only _one_ false quality in
_two_ lines.
“Maidæ marmorea dormis sub imagine Maida,
“Ad januam domini sit tibi terra levis.”
Ourisk still survives, but, like some other personages in the picture,
with talents and temper rather the worse for wear. She has become what
Dr. Rutty, the quaker, records himself in his journal as having
sometimes been--sinfully dogged and snappish.
If it should suit Mr. Balmanno’s purpose to adopt the above
illustrations, he is heartily welcome to them; but I make it my especial
bargain, that nothing more is said upon such a meagre subject.
It strikes me, however, that there is a story about old Thomas Scott,
the shepherd, which is characteristic, and which I will make your friend
welcome to. Tom was, both as a trusted servant and as a rich fellow in
his line, a person of considerable importance among the class in the
neighbourhood, and used to stickle a good deal to keep his place in
public opinion. Now, he suffered, in his own idea at least, from the
consequence assumed by a country neighbour, who, though neither so well
reputed for wealth or sagacity as Thomas Scott, had yet an advantage
over him, from having seen the late king, and used to take precedence
upon all occasions when they chanced to meet. Thomas suffered under this
superiority. But after this sketch was finished and exhibited in London,
the newspapers made it known that his present majesty had condescended
to take some notice of it. Delighted with the circumstance, Thomas Scott
set out, on a most oppressively hot day, to walk five miles to Bowden,
where his rival resided. He had no sooner entered the cottage, than he
called out in his broad forest dialect--“Andro’, man, de ye anes sey
(see) the king?” “In troth did I, Tam,” answered Andro’, “sit down, and
I’ll tell ye a’ about it: ye sey, I was at Lonon, in a place they ca’
the park, that is no like a hained hog-fence, or like the four-nooked
parks in this country----.” “Hout awa,” said Thomas, “I have heard a’
that before: I only came ower the Know to tell you, that, if you have
seen the king, the king has seen mey,” (me.) And so he returned with a
jocund heart, assuring his friends “it had done him much muckle gude to
settle accounts wi’ Andro’.”
Another favour I must request is, that Mr. Balmanno will be so good as
to send me a proof of these illustrations, as my hand is very bad, and
there be errors both of the pen and of the press.
_Jocose hœc_, as the old Laird of Restalrig writes to the Earl of
Gowrie.--Farewell, my old tried and dear friend of forty long years. Our
enjoyments must now be of a character less vivid than we have shared
together.
“But still at our lot it were vain to repine.
“Youth cannot return, or the days of Lang Syne.”
Yours affectionately,