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Robertson was a man of humble origin, unlettered, not a dour Scot but a solemn one. Sevier was cavalier as well as frontiersman. On his father's side he was of the patrician family of Xavier in France. His progenitors, having become Huguenots, had taken refuge in England, where the name Xavier was finally changed to Sevier. John Sevier's mother was an Englishwoman.
I'se uphaud it's been Robertson that learned ye that doctrine when ye saw him at Muschat's Cairn." "Was it him?" said Effie, catching eagerly at his words "was it him, Jeanie, indeed? O, I see it was him poor lad, and I was thinking his heart was as hard as the nether millstane and him in sic danger on his ain part poor George!"
'Oh, but it is really clever, Jasper! 'Not a doubt of it. I half believe what I have written. And if only we could get it mentioned in a leader or two, and so on, old Biffen's fame would be established with the better sort of readers. But he won't sell three hundred copies. I wonder whether Robertson would let me do a notice for his paper?
See Place's account in Additional MSS. 27,823. G. C. Robertson, Philosophical Remains, p. 166; and under George Grote in Dictionary of National Biography. Letters communicated by Mr. Graham Wallas. See Mr. Wallas's Francis Place, p. 91. So Place observed that Mill 'could help the mass, but could not help the individual, not even himself or his own. Wallas's Francis Place, p. 79.
To have expressed any sympathy for Catholicism, to have taken part in any way, no matter how indirect, in the advocacy of the relief measure, was enough to mark men out for vengeance. Dr. Robertson, the historian, was threatened because he advocated tolerance in religious matters.
On that yachting trip I realized how that man was suffering and what he was. I have never before known a man capable of suffering so intensely as Dion Leith suffers. Does his wife know how he loves her? Can she know it? Can she ever have known it?" Father Robertson was silent.
On looking at the notes of introduction which Pleydell had thrust into his hand, Mannering was gratified with seeing that they were addressed to some of the first literary characters of Scotland. "To David Hume, Esq." "To John Home, Esq." "To Dr. Ferguson." "To Dr. Black." "To Lord Kaimes." "To Mr. Hutton." "To John Clerk, Esq., of Eldin." "To Adam Smith, Esq." "To Dr. Robertson."
"That will do," the squire said. "Go up to your room, and remain there until I send for you." An hour after this a dog cart came round to the door. Mr. Robertson took his place in it with his trunk, and was driven away to Exeter, never to return. For two days Richard remained a prisoner in his room.
That frontier, the frontier of Boone and Kenton, of Robertson and Sevier, still exists and may be seen in the Cumberland the only remaining part of America which is all American. There we may find trace of the Elizabethan Age idioms lost from English literature and American speech long ago. There we may see the American home life as it went on more than a hundred years ago.
He may have put the question to them in the biblical words, "Whither shall I flee?" For they were surrounded, and those who did attempt to escape were "weighed on the path and made light." Robertson knew that their only chance of survival was to stand their ground.
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