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The name of James Hogg became known all over Scotland. He was often called the Ettrick Shepherd, because he was the keeper of sheep near the Ettrick Water. Many of his poems are still read and loved by children as well as by grown up men and women. Here is one: Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
It never once occurred to them that the journey was in any way connected with a search for the "Viking," and that Sylvius Hogg had concealed the fact from them in order to spare them additional disappointment in case of failure. And now how much more necessary his presence seemed to have become to them!
His habits had given him a sort of restlessness, much increased by the pleasure he took in gathering news; and in a short time he had regained the town which he left in the morning, for no reason that he knew himself, unless just to "hae a bit crack wi' Monkbarns." Red glared the beacon on Pownell On Skiddaw there were three; The bugle horn on moor and fell Was heard continually. James Hogg.
When his Eton friends asked him whether he still meant to be "the Atheist," that is, the rebel he had been at school, he said, "No; the college authorities were civil, and left him alone." Let us remember this when the learned Professor of Poetry at Oxford, Mr. Shairp, calls Shelley "an Atheist." Mr. Hogg sometimes complains that undergraduates were left too much alone.
Hogg relates how he once plagued himself and his friends by believing that he had elephantiasis, and says that he was really very healthy The truth seems to be that his constitution was naturally strong, though weakened from time to time by neurotic conditions, in which mental pain brought on much physical pain, and by irregular infrequent, and scanty meals.
As soon as sail was made on the transport, the master, whose name was Hogg, came up to our hero, and asked him how he found the porter.
"You are a sad flatterer, I fear, Monsieur Hogg. But I judged from your letter that there were to be three of you in the party." "There were three of us, as I told you." "And the others?" "They arrived here safe and sound last evening, and are now waiting for me at the Hotel du Nord, where I am soon to join them." "And these persons are ?"
Rose stopped and shook his head obstinately, and then, under the skilful pilotage of Mr. Hogg, was steered in the direction of the hospitable doors of the White Swan. He made a last bid for liberty on the step and then disappeared inside. Lawyer Quince brought up the rear. "Witchcraft?" said the old man, thoughtfully, as he scratched his scanty whiskers.
Mr Hicks was aware, that if the Admiral would not listen to his complaint, it was no use speaking to a captain: so he remained on board a pensioner upon Captain Hogg, and after our midshipmen quitted the transport they became very good friends. Mr Hicks consented to the match, and Captain Hogg was made happy.
Hogg complains that his friend was too much left to himself to study and think as he pleased, let us remember that no one could have helped Shelley. He was better at Oxford without his old Dr. Lind, "with whom he used to curse George III. after tea." There are few chapters in literary history more fascinating than those which tell the story of Shelley at Oxford.
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