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the victory of Camperdown may be said to have been planned in this square. The house still belongs to the family. Many other remarkable people have lived just about here. Blacklock, the blind poet, lived near; and Anderson, the publisher of the series of The Poets, under his name, lived near also, in Windmill-street. A quieter square now could not, perhaps, be found; the grass was growing greenly amongst the stones when I visited it. The houses are capacious and good, and from the upper windows, many of them look out over the green fields, and have a full view of the Pentland hills. The new town, however, has now taken precedence in public favour, and this square is thought to be on the wrong side of the city. The house which Scott's father occupied, is No. 25.

On the window of a small back room, on the ground floor, the name of Walter Scott still remained written on a pane of glass, with a diamond, in a schoolboy's hand. The present occupiers of the house told us, that not only the name, but verses had been found on several of the windows, undoubtedly by Walter Scott, and that they had had the panes taken out, and sent to London to admirers of the great author.

The room in which this name is written on the glass, used to be his own apartment. To this he himself, in his autobiography, particularly refers; and Lord Jeffrey relates, that, on his first call on young Walter Scott," he found him in a small den, on the sunk floor of his father's house, in George's-square, surrounded with dingy books." Mr. Lockhart says, " I may here add the description of that early den, with which I am favoured by a lady of Scott's family:Walter had soon begun to collect out-of-the-way things of all sorts. He had more books than shelves; a small painted cabinet, with Scotch and Roman coins in it, and so forth. A claymore and Lochabar axe, given him by Mr. Invernahyle, mounted guard on a little print of Prince Charlie ; and Broughton's Saucer was hooked up against the wall below it.' Such was the germ of the magnificent library and museum at Abbotsford; and such were the 'new realms' in which he, on taking possession, had arranged his little paraphernalia about him, 'with all the feelings of novelty and liberty.' ” “Since those days," says Mr. Lockhart, “ the habits of life in Edinburgh, as elsewhere, have undergone many changes; and the convenient parlour' in which Scott first showed Jeffrey his collection of minstrelsy, is now, in all probability, thought hardly good enough for a menial's sleeping-room.” This is very much the fact; such a poor little damp den did this appear, on our visit, being evidently used by the cook, as it was behind the kitchen, for a sort of little lumber-room of her own, that my companion contended that Scott's room must have been the one over this. The evidence here is, however, too strong as to its identity; and, indeed, who does not know what little dingy nooks children, and even youths, with ardent imaginations, can convert into very palaces.

This house will always be one of the most truly interesting spots connected with Scott's history. It was here that he lived, from a very child to his marriage. Here passed all that happy boyhood and

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youth which are described with so much beautiful detail in bis Life, both from his own autobiography and from added materials collected by Lockhart. These show in his case how truly and entirely

“ The child was father of the man;" or, as Milton had it long before,

“ The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.”

Paradise Regained, Book IV. p. Here it was that he passed his happy boyhood, in the midst of that beautiful family life, which he has so attractively described : the grave, careful, but kind father ; the sweet, sensible, ladylike, and religious mother; the three brothers, various in their fortunes as in their dispositions ; and that one unfortunate sister, Anne Scott, whom he terms from her cradle the butt for mischance to shoot arrows at. She who had her hand caught by the iron gate leading into the area of the square in a high wind, and nearly crushed to pieces; who next fell into a pond, and narrowly escaped drowning; and was finally, at six years of age, so burnt by her cap taking fire, that she soon after died. Here, as schoolboy, college student, and law student, he made his early friendships, often to continue for life, with John Irvine ; George Abercrombie, son of the famous general, and now Lord Abercrombie ; William Clerk, afterwards of Eldin, son of Sir John Clerk, of Pennycuick house ; Adam Fergusson, the son of the celebrated Professor Fergusson ; the present Earl of Selkirk, David Boyle, present Lord Justice Clerk, Lord Jeffrey, Mr. Claude Russell, Sir William Rae, David Monypenny, afterwards Lord Pitmilly ; Sir Archibald Campbell of Succoth, Bart. ; the Earl of Dalhousie, George Cranstoun (Lord Corehouse), John James Edmonstone, of Newton; Patrick Murray, of Simprim ; Sir Patrick Murray, of Ochtertyre; David Douglas (Lord Preston); Thomas Thomson, the celebrated legal antiquary, William Erskine (Lord Kinedder), Alexander Frazer Tytler (Lord Woodhouselee), and other celebrated men,

of whom he was connected in a literary club.

Here it was that, with one intimate or another, and sometimes in a jovial troop, he set out on those country excursions which were to render him so affluent in knowledge of life and varied character; commencing with their almost daily strolls about Arthur's Seat and Salisbury Craig, repeating poetry and ballads ; then to Prestonpang, Pennycuick, and so extending their rambles to Roslyn, Lasswada, the Pentlands, down into Roxburghshire, into Fife, to Flouden, Chevy Chase, Otterburn, and many another scene of Border renown, Liddesdale being, as we have stated, one of the most fascinating i and finally away into the Highlands, where, as the attorney's clerk, his business led him amongst those old Highland chiefs who had been out in the '15 and '45, and where the veteran Invernabylo set him on fire with his stories of Rob Roy, Mar, and Prince Charlie; and whero the Baron of Bradwardine and Tullyveolan, and all the

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scenes of Waverley, and others of his Scotch romances, were impressed on his soul for ever. Here it was, too, that he had for tutor that good-hearted but formal clergyman, Mr. Mitchell, who was afterwards so startled when Sir Walter, calling on him at his manse in Montrose, told him he was “collecting stories of fairies, witches, and ghosts :” “intelligence,” said the pious old presbyterian minister, “ which proved to me an electric shock;" adding, that moreover, “ these ideal beings, the subjects of his inquiry,” were not objects on which he had himself wasted his time. And here, finally, it was that, in the ballads he read, -as in that of Cumnor Hall, the germ of Kenilworth, of which he used as a boy to be continually repeating the first verse,

" The dews of summer night did fall

The moon, sweet regent of the sky,

And many an oak that grew thereby;"in the lays of Tasso, Ariosto, &c., he laid up so much of the food of future romance, and where Édie Ochiltrees and Dugald Dalgetties were crossing his every-day path.

It was here that occurred that singular scene, in which his mother bringing in a cup of coffee to a gentleman who was transacting business with her husband, when the stranger was gone, Mr. Scott told his wife that this man was Murray of Broughton, who had been a traitor to Prince Charles Stuart; and saying that his lip should never touch the cup which a traitor had drank out of, flung it out of the window. The saucer, however, being preserved, was secured by Scott, and became a conspicuous object in his juvenile museum.

Such to Scott was No. 25, George's-square. Probably it was the secret charm of these old and precious associations which led his old and most intimate friend, Sir Adam Fergusson, afterwards to take a house in this square, and within, I believe, one door of Scott's old residence.

We may dismiss in a few.words No. 19, South Castle-street, the house where he occupied a flat immediately on his marriage, and the Parliament house, where he sat, as a clerk of session, and the Outer house, where he might, in his earlier career, be seen often making his acquaintance merry over his stories ;-these places will always be viewed with interest by strangers ; but it is his house, 39, North Castle-street, around which gather the most lively associations connected with his mature life in Edinburgh.

Here it was that he lived when in town, from soon after his marriage till the great break-up of his affairs in 1826. Here a great portion of the best of his life was passed. Here he lived, enjoyed, worked, saw his friends, and felt, in the midst of his happy family, the sense of the great name and affection that he had won amongst his fellow-men. It is evident, from what he says in his journal, when it had to be sold, that he was greatly attached to it. It was his pride very often when he took strangers home with him, to stop at the crossing of George-street, and point out to them the beauty and airiness of the situation. In one direction was St. George's church, in another the whole length of George-street, with monuments of Pitt and Dundas. In one direction, the castle on i commanding rock, in the other the Frith of Forth, and the shores Fife beyond. It was in this house that "the vision of the hani was seen from a neighbouring one in George-street, which is relat in Lockhart's Life. A party was met in this bouse, which w situated near to, and at right angles with, George-street. “It was party," says the relater, of very young persons, most of them, li Menzies and myself, destined for the bar of Scotland. The weath being hot, we adjourned to a library, which had one large wind looking northwards. After carousing here an hour or more, I obsert that a shade had come over the aspect of my friend, who happen to be placed immediately opposite to myself, and said something th intimated a fear of his being unwell. No,' said he, 'I shall be a enough presently, if you will only let me sit where you are, and to my chair; for there is a confounded hand in sight of me here, whi has often bothered me before, and now it won't let me fill my gl with a goodwill.' I rose to change places with him accordingly, a he pointed out to me this hand, which, like the writing on Belshazz wall, disturbed his hour of hilarity. Since we sat down,' said 'I have been watching it—it fascinates my eye-it never stops page after page is finished and thrown on that heap of manuseri and still it goes on unwearied, and so it will be till candles brought in, and God knows how long after that. It is the sat every night-I can't stand a sight of it when I am not at my book "Some stupid, dogged, engrossing clerk, probably,' exclaimed mys or some other giddy youth of our society. No, boys,' said our lo 'I well know what hand it is—’tis Sir Walter Scott's.' This was t hand that, in the evenings of three summer weeks, wrote the ty last volumes of Waverley."

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I went with Mr. Robert Chambers into this house, to get a sig of this window, but some back wall or other had been built up a had shut out the view. In the next house, occupied, I think, by tailor, we, however, obtained the desired sight of this window the second story at the back of Scott's house, and could very * have seen any hand at work in the same situation. The house w then inhabited by Professor Napier, editor at that time of t Edinburgh Review.

The houses and places of business of the Ballantynes and Consta! are not devoid of interest, as connected with Scott. In all these was frequently for business or dining. The place of business Constable, was at one time that which is now the Crown botel the east end of Princes-street. That which is now the commers room, or the first floor, was Constable's book dépôt, and where sat a good deal ; and a door near the window, looking out towar the Register Office, entered a lesser room, now altered, where Sod ised to go and write occasionally. The private residence of Coastal was at Palton, six or seven miles from Edinburgh. James Ballantyn was in St. John-street, a row of good, old-fashioned, and spacio houses, adjoining the Canongate and Holyrood, and at no great d tance from his printing establishment. John Ballantyne's auction rooms were in Hanover-street, and his country house, styled by him Harmony-hall, was near the Frith of Forth by Trinity. Of both the private and convivial entertainments at these places, we have full accounts given by Lockhart. Sometimes, he says, Scott was there alone with only two or three intimate friends ; at others, there were great and jovial dinners, and that all guests with whom Scott did not wish to be burdened were feasted here by John Ballantyne, in splendid style; and many were the scenes of uproarious merriment amid his “perfumed conversations, and over the Parisian delicacies of the repast.

But, in fact, the buildings and sites in and around Edinburgh, with which associations of Scott are connected, are innumerable, almost universal. His Marmion, his Heart of Mid-Lothian, his Tales of the Canongate, have peopled almost every part of the city and neighbourhood with the vivid characters of his creation. The Canongate, the Cowgate, the Nether and West Bows, the Grass-market, the site of the old Tolbooth, Holyrood, the Park, Muschat's cairi, Salisbury Craig, Davie Dean's cottage, Liberton, the abode of Dominie Butler, Craigmillar Castle, and a thousand other places, are all alive with them. We are astonished, on visiting Edinburgh, to find how much more intense is the interest cast over different spots by his genius than by ordinary history.

A superb monument to his memory, a lofty and peculiarly beautiful Gothic cross, now stands in Princes-street, within which stands his statue.

The first place in the country which Scott resided at, is the scene of a sojourn at a very early age, and of subsequent visits-Sandyknowe, near Kelso. In his autobiography he gives a most picturesque account of his life here. He says that it was here that he came soon after the commencement of his lameness, which was attributed to a fever, consequent on severe teething, when he was about eighteen months old. He dates his first consciousness of life from this place. He came here to be strengthened by country air, and was suffered to scramble about amongst the crags to his heart's content. His father, Walter Scott, was the first of his family who entered on a town life. His grandfather, Robert Scott, then very old, was living at this Sandy-knowe. The place is some five or six miles from Kelso. The spot lies high, and is still very wild, but in the time of Scott's childhood would be far wilder. It was then surrounded, far and wide, with brown moorlands. These are now, for the most part, reclaimed by the plough ; but the country is open, naked, and solitary. The old tower of Smailholm, which stands on the spot, is seen afar off as a tall, square, and stern old Border keep. In his preface to the Eve of St. John, Scott says, “ The circuit of the outer court being defended on three sides by a precipice and a morass, is accessible only from the west by a steep and rocky path. The apartments, as usual in a Border keep or fortress, are placed one above another, and communicate by a narrow stair. On the roof are two bartizans, or platforms, for defence or pleasure. The inner door

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