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George Swinton from Calcutta, to whose husband I have been much obliged, with Archie and cousin Peggie Swinton, arrived. So the evening was done up. August 7. Cousins still continuing, we went to Melrose. I finished, however, in the first place, a pretty smart task, which is so far well, as we expect the Skenes to-morrow. Lockhart arrived from London. The news are that Canning is dangerously ill.
He was in the opinion of certain peace officers, all that a citizen should not be. Yet in his way he reached distinction; and so striking was his life that even to-day he does not lack apologists, even as he never lacked friends. Ben Thompson was of English descent, and was born near Lockhart, Texas, according to general belief, though it is stated that he was born in Yorkshire, England.
Lockhart on October 26th, 1828, on hearing of an impending article in the Quarterly, the following letter: "I cannot repress the strong desire I have to express my regret at some parts of your kind letter just received.
Lockhart is such an excellent family man, so fond of his wife and child, that I hope all will go well. A letter from Lockhart in the evening. November 28. I have the less dread, or rather the less anxiety, about the consequences of this migration, that I repose much confidence in Sophia's tact and good sense. Her manners are good, and have the appearance of being perfectly natural.
She thought he took liberties; and though he meant no harm, he certainly did. Lockhart, i. 270. I quote, as is usual, the second or ten-volume edition. It is pretty universally known, and must have been perceived even from the foregoing summary, that Scott was by no means a very precocious writer.
One day, when Quinet and I, coming down from College and seeing a little boy fall on the path, threw away our books and set him on his feet, it was her face of approval that beamed out of a carriage window on the opposite side of the street. I was introduced to her at the Mackenzie's, at a toboggan party given for Lockhart, the son, my friend.
We had been walking toward the hotel, and the chatty agent left us under its veranda just as the light drops began to patter down in the dust of the road, and to dim the outlines of the distant hills. "I reckon that's the gang," said Fitzhugh. "I told you so," said Abrams. "I knew it was one of Tom Terrill's sneaky tricks." "Shall we take a look for 'em?" asked Lockhart.
God send it may find me prepared; and, whatever I may have been formerly, high spirits are not now like to carry me away. June, 21. At Court, and called on Ballantyne on my return. I was obliged to go to the Register Office at one, where I waited nearly an hour without meeting my brethren. But I wrote a letter to Lockhart in the meantime. My niece Ann arrived, to my great satisfaction.
Scott was earnest in assuring Lockhart that he had written in no spirit of travesty, but only to test whether he would be likely to succeed in narrative verse of the same pattern. He had adopted Crabbe's metre, and as far as he could compass it, his spirit also. The result is noteworthy, and shows once again how a really original imagination cannot pour itself into another's mould.
He wandered into the oldest parts of Edinburgh, and Scott obtained for him the services of a friendly caddie to accompany him on some of these occasions lest the old parson should come to any harm. Lockhart, who was of the party in Castle Street, was very attentive to Scott's visitor, Crabbe had but few opportunities of seeing Scott alone.
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