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Page Mac-Gregor's Gathering

472 Donald Caird 's come again

ib. Mackrimmon's Lament

473 On Ettrick Forest's mountains dun .

ib. The Sun upon the Weirdlaw-bill

ib. The Maid of Isla

474 The Foray

ib. The Monks of Bangor's March

ib. The Search after Happiness; or the Quest of Sultaun Solimaun

475 The Poacher

478 The Dance of Death

479 Farewell to the Muse

480 Epitaph on Mrs Erskine

ib. Mr Kemble's Farewell Address, on taking leave of the Edinburgh Stage

481 Epilogue to The Appeal

ib. Song-Oh say not, my love, with that mortified air

ib. The Palmer

ib. The Maid of Neidpath .

482 Wandering Willie .

ib. Hunting-song-Waken, lords and ladies gay 483 The Violet

ib. To a Lady, with flowers from a Roman wall ib. The Bard's Incantation, written under the

Threat of invasion, in the autumn of 1804 ib. The Resolve in imitation of an old English poem)

484 Epitaph designed for a monument in Lichfield

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276 Notes.


349 Notes and Appendix


380 Notes.



419 Notes.


425 Notes.

440 BALLADS AND LYRICAL PIECES. Glenfiolas; or Lord Ronald's Coronach . ib.

The Eve of Saint John.

444 Notes

446 Cadyow Castle.

447 Notes

450 The Gray Brother

452 Notes

454 The Fire-King (imitated from Goethe)

ib. Frederick and Alice (imitated from Bürger). 456 The Wild Huntsmen

457 William and Helen (imitated from Bürger) 459 The Battle of Sempach (translated from Tchudi).

462 The Noble Moringer (translated from the German)


War-song of the Royal Edinburgh Light Dra-

468 The Norman Horse-shoe

469 The Last Words of Cadwallon

ib. The Maid of Toro .

ib. Hellvellyn .

470 Jock of Hazeldean.

ib. Lullaby of an lnfant Chief .

ib. Pibroch of Donald Dhu

471 Nora's Vow

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Cathedral, at the Burial Place of the Family of Miss Seward .

ib. The Return to Ulster

485 On the Massacre of Glencoe

ib. Prologue to Miss Baillie's play of the Family Legend .

ib. Farewell to Mackenzie, High Chief of Kintail (from the Gaelic)

486 Imitation of the preceding song

ib. War-song of Lachlan, High Chief of Maclean (from the Gaelic)

487 Saint-Cloud (written in September, 1815) ib. Romance of Dunois (from the French) ib. The Troubadour

488 From the French-It chanced that Cupid on

ib. Song, for the Anniversary Meeting of the Pitt Club of Scotland

ib. Song, on the lifting of the Banner of the

House of Buccleuch, at a great Football-
Match on Carterhaugh

ib. The Death of Keeldar

489 Farewell Address, Spoken at the Edinburgh

Theatre by Mrs Henry Siddons, April, 1830. 490 Lines in the Album at the Bell-Rock Lighthouse. ib. Impromplu, 10 M. Alexandre



a season

: The Figures between parentheses, thus (1), refer to Notes at the end of each l'oem; those marked thus, 'to

Notes at the bottom of the page.

Memoir of Sir Twalter Scott.

StR WALTER Scott, descended from one of the through life, and whose loss he sincerely lamentmost ancient families of Scotland-the Scotts of ed. Of his early pursuits little is known, except Harden, is the eldest surviving son of a gentle that he evinced a genius for drawing landscapes mau of the same name, who was an eminent after nature. - At a proper age he was sent to writer to the signet at Edinburgh, where the the High School at Edinburgh, then directed subject of this sketch was born, August 15, 1772. by Dr Alexander Adam. In this school, young His mother was Miss Rutherford, daughter of an Scott passed through the different forms witheminent physician. Many biographers have fal- out exhibiting any of those extraordinary powers len into the error of confounding this Miss Ru- of genius, which are seldom remembered till the therford with another lady of the same name who person to whom they are ascribed has become, afterwards obtained some success as an authoress. by the maturity of his talents, an object of disSir Walter Scott alludes to this mistake in the tinction. It is said, that he was considered in following passage appended as a note to his Re- his boyhood rather heavy than otherwise, and marks on Popular Poetry :

that the late Dr Hugh Blair had discernment I cannot here suppress some complaint of the enough to predict his future eminence, when Dewspapers of my own native city, which have the master of the school lamented his dulness; repeatedly stated my mother to be the daughter but this only affords another instance of the falof Mrs Scott of Wauchope, born Miss Rutherford, lacy of human opinion in pronouncing upon the and daughter of a gentleman of good family of real capacity of the youthful understanding." Barthat name, who was a writer to the signet. row, the greatest scholar of his age, was discarded Dirs Scott of Wauchope was authoress of Coral as a blockhead by successive teachers; and his and other poems, and a correspondent of Burns. papil, the illustrious Newton, was declared to be My mother was fond of poetry, but contented fit for nothing but to drive the team, till some herself with admiring what she never dreamed friends succeeded in getting him transplanted to of imitating. Dr Rutherford, her father, was a college. man of high reputation in his time, and one of We learn however from himself that, although the four pupils of the celebrated Boerhaave, who not distinguished by application to the routine of first brought the University of Edinburgh into school business, the mind of Walter Scott was not public potice, as a school of medicine. The error inactive, and the future magician of the north was which I have noticed, is of very little consequence already able to rivet the attention of his schoolin itself, but surely when it is thought worth fellows by spells as potent, in the circle of their while to njention so trivial a subject, some little influence, as the maturer efforts of his genius, care might be taken to make it accurate. Mrs by which he has brought the whole world within Scout of Wauchope, instead of being my grand- the sphere of his enchantment, have proved to be mother, was as young as my mother, her sup- in theirs. He thus alludes to this circumstance in posed daughter. The only points in common be- the Preface to the last edition of the Waverley Notween the ladies were, that they were both born vels:of the respectable name of Rutherford, and both changed it by marriage for that of Scott. The · The prediction of Dr Blair, here alluded to, arose out circurestance is not much worth notice, but the of the following circumstances. Shortly after Dr Paterson author is rather too okl to be stolen from his succeeded to the grammar-school, Musselburgh, where

Walter Scott was a short time a pupil, Blair, accompanied parents.

by some friends, paid him a visit; in the course of which Walter, from the tenderness of his constitution, be examined several of his pupils, und pail particular and the circumstance of his lameness, occasioned attention to young Scott. Dr Paterson thought it was the by a fall from bis nurse's arms at two years of youth's stupidity" that engaged the doctor's notice, and age, was in a great measure brought up at home, said, « My predecessor tells me, that boy has the thickest

skull in the school.» «May be so,» replied Dr Blair, « but under the immediate care and instruction of this through that thick skull I can discern many bright rays excellent parent, to whom he was much attached of future genius.»

... I must refer to a very early period of my life, were I to point out my first achievements as a taleteller—but I believe some of my old schoolfellows can still bear witness that I had a distinguished character for that talent, at a time when the applause of my companions was my recompense for the disgraces and punishments which the future romance writer incurred for being idle himself, and keeping others idle, during hours that should have been employed on our tasks. The chief enjoyment of my holidays was to escape with a chosen friend, who had the same taste with myself, and alternately to recite to each other such wild adventures as we were able to devise. We told, each in turn, interminable tales of knight-errantry and battles and enchantments, which were continued from one day to another as opportunity offered, without our ever thinking of bringing them to a conclusion. As we observed a strict secrecy on the subject of this intercourse, it acquired all the character of a concealed pleasure, and we used to select, for the scenes of our indulgence, long walks through the solitary and romantic environs of Arthur's Seat, Salisbury Crags, Braid Hills, and similar places in the vicinity of Edinburgh; and the recollection of those holidays still forms an oasis in the pilgrimage which I have to look back upon. • It was about this period that a circumstance occurred which may probably have laid the real foundation of that facility which has characterized the fictitious productions of our author. A severe illness interrupted the course of his studies, and rendered him incapable of any bodily exertion. The effect which this produced on his mind, will best be described in his own words. • My indisposition arose, in part at least, from my having broken a blood-vessel; and motion and speech were for a long time pronounced positively dangerous. For several weeks I was confined strictly to my bed, during which time I was not allowed to speak above a whisper, to eat more than a spoonful or two of boiled rice, or to have more covering than one thin counterpane. When the reader is informed that I was at this time a growing youth, with the spirits, appetite, and impatience of fifteen, and suffered, of course, greatly , under this severe regimen, which the repeated return of my disorder rendered indispensable,he will not be surprised that I was abandoned to my own discretion, so far as reading (my almost sole amusement) was concerned, and still less so, that I abused the indulgence which left my time so much at my own disposal. •There was at this time a circulating libraryin Edinburgh, founded, I believe, by the celebrated Allan Ramsay, which, besides contai ing a most respectable collection of books of every descrip

tion, was, as might have been expected, peculiarly rich in works of fiction. It exhibited specimens of every kind, from the romances of chivalry, and the ponderous folios of Cyrus and Cassandra, down to the most approved works of later times. I was plunged into this great ocean of reading without compass or pilot; and unless when some one had the charity to play at chess with me, I was allowed to do nothing save read, from morning to night. I was, in kindness and pity, which was perhaps erroneous, however natural, permitted to select my subjects of study at my own pleasure, upon the same principle that the humours of children are indulged to keep them out of mischief. As my taste and appetite were gratified in nothing else, I indemnified myself by becoming a glutton of books. Accordingly, I believe I read almost all the romances, old plays, and epic poetry, in that formidable collection, and no doubt was unconsciously amassing materials for the task in which it has been my lot to be so much employed. • At the same time I did not in all respects abuse the license permitted me. Familiar acquaintance with the specious miracles of fiction brought with it some degree of satiety, and I began, by degrees, to seek in histories, memoirs, voyages and travels, and the like, events nearly as wonderful as those which were the work of imagination, with the additional advantage that they were at least in a great measure true. The lapse of nearly two years, during which I was left to the exercise of my own free will, was followed by a temporary residence in the country, where I was again very lonely but for the amusement which I derived from a good though old-fashioned library. The vague and wild use which I made of this advantage I cannot describe better than by referring my reader to the desultory studies of Waverley in a similar situation; the passages concerning whose course of reading were imitated from recollections of my own.—1t must be understood that the resemblance extends no farther." Having completed his classical studies at the High School, with as much reputation, we suppose, as others of his standing, Walter Scott was removed to the University of Edinburgh, where, also, he passed the classes in a similar manner. His continuance here, however, could not have been long ; for, after serving the prescribed terms in the office of a writer to the signet, he was admitted an advocate of the Scotch bar, when he had not quite attained the age of twenty-one. His success at the bar, although not brilliant, was sufficient to justify the friendship with which his social disposition, added to the fund of general

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