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its debts, its burthens, its distress; I acknowledged the hardships under which they laboured; I described and reminded them of the manner in which they and their ancestors had lived with mine; I combated their passion for America by a real account of the dangers and hardships they might encounter there; I besought them to love their young chieftain, and to renew with him the ancient manners; I promised to live among them; I threw myself upon them; I recalled to their remembrance an ancestor who had also found his estate in ruin, and whose memory was held in the highest veneration ; I desired every district to point out some of their oldest and most respected men, to settle with me every claim; and I promised to do every thing for their relief which in reason I could. My worthy relation ably seconded me, and our labour was not in vain. considerable abatements in the rents, few emigrated, and the clan conceived the most lively attachment to me, which they most effectually manifested.'—vol. ii., Appendix, pp. 557-559.
We must not, at present, enter into the painful subject to which this beautiful extract tempts us.
To return to the textTuesday, 5th October.—BOSWELL. I could now sing a verse of the song Hatyin foam’eri, made in honour of Allan, the famous captain of Clanranald, who fell at Sherrif-muir; whose servant, who lay on the field watching his master's dead body, being asked next day who that was, answered, “ He was a man yesterday.”.
Sir Walter Scott's note is
Hatyin foam. A very popular air in the Hebrides, written to the praise and glory of Allan of Muidartach, or Allan of Muidart, a chief of the Clanranald family. The following is a translation of it by a fair friend of mine:
Come, here's a pledge to young and old,
We quaff the blood-red wine ;
For here no more I'll stay ;
may steer ;
Along, along, &c.
Such troops of damsels gay ;
We presume, if Sir W. Scott had been writing his note now, he would have had a melancholy satisfaction in giving the name of the accomplished authoress of these elegant verses. They are popular in Scotland, and were written by Margaret (born Maclean Clephane), Marchioness of Northampton-lost to society and literature, too early, in 1830.
Sunday, 17th October.—Being informed that there was nothing worthy of observation in Ulva, we took boat, and proceeded to Inchkenneth.'
Scott.-Inchkenneth is a most beautiful little islet of the most verdant green, while all the neighbouring shores are as black as heath and moss can make them. The ruins of the huts, in which Dr. Johnson was received by Sir Allan M.Lean, were still to be seen, and some tatters of the paper-hangings were on the walls. Sir George Onesiphorus Paul was at Inchkenneth with the same party of which I was a member. He seemed to me to suspect many of the Highland tales which he heard, bnt he showed most incredulity on the subject of Johnson's having been entertained in the wretched huts of which we saw the ruins. He took me aside, and conjured me to tell him the truth of the matter. " This Sir Allan,” said
was he a regular baronet, or was his title such a traditional one as you find in Ireland ?” I assured my excellent acquaintance that, for my own part, “ I would have paid more respect to a knight of Kerry, or knight of Glynn; yet Sir Allan M‘Lean was a regular baronet by patent;" and, having given him this information, I took the liberty of asking him, in return, whether he would not in conscience prefer the worst cell in the jail at Gloucester (which he had been very active in overlooking while the building was going on) to those exposed hovels where Johnson had been entertained by rank and beauty. He looked round the little islet, and allowed Sir Allan had some advantage in exercising ground; but in other respects, he thought the compulsory tenants of Gloucester had greatly the advantage. Such was his opinion of a place, concerning which Johnson has recorded that " it wanted little which palaces could afford.”
• Friday, 22d October.-We bade adieu to Lochbuy, and to our very kind conductor, Sir Allan M‘Lean.'
Scott.—Sir Allan M'Lean, like many Highland chiefs, was embarrassed in his private affairs, and exposed to unpleasant solicitations from attornies, called in Scotland writers (which, indeed, was the chief motive of his retiring to Inchkenneth.) Upon one occasion he made a visit to a friend, then residing at Carron lodge, on the banks of the Carron, where the banks of that river are studded with pretty villas ; Sir Allan, admiring the landscape, asked his friend whom that handsome seat belonged to. “M--, the writer to the signet,” was the reply. “Umph!” said Sir Allan, but not with an accent of assent, “I mean that other house.” “Oh! that belongs to a very honest fellow, Jamie also a writer to the signet.” “Umph!" said the Highland chief of M'Lean, with more emphasis than before. “And
yon smaller house ?” “That belongs to a Stirling man: I forget his name, but I am sure he is a writer, too, for- _” Sir Allan, who had recoiled a quarter of a circle backward at every response, now wheeled the circle entire, and turned his back on the landscape, saying, “ My good friend, I must own, you have a pretty situation here; but d-n your neighbourhood.”
Friday, 29th October. Glasgow.—The professors of the University being informed of our arrival,' &c.
Scott, Mr. Boswell has chosen to omit, that Johnson and Adam Smith met at Glasgow; but I have been assured by Professor John Miller that they did so, and that Smith, leaving the party in which he had met Johnson, happened to come to another company
where Miller was. Knowing that Smith had been in Johnson's society, they were anxious to know what had passed, and the more so, as Dr. Smith's temper seemed much ruffed. At first, Smith would only answer, 56 He's a brute, he's a brute;' but on closer examination, it appeared that Johnson no sooner saw Smith than he attacked him for some point of his famous letter on the death of Hume. Smith vindicated the truth of his statement. “What did Johnson say?" was the universal inquiry. “Why, he said," replied Smith, with the deepest impression of resentment," he said, you lie!” “ And what did you reply?” “I said, you are a son of a - -!" On such terms did these two great moralists meet and part, and such was the classical dialogue between two great teachers of philosophy."
We must take leave to express our strongest suspicion of this story.
Saturday, 6th Norember. Auchinleck. It would certainly be very unbecoming in me to exhibit my honoured father and my respected friend, as intellectual gladiators, for the entertainment of the public; and therefore I suppress what would, I dare say, make an interesting scene in this dramatic sketch, this account of the transit of Johnson over the Caledonian hemisphere.'— Boswell.
• Old Lord Auchinleck was an able lawyer, a good scholar, after the manner of Scotland, and highly valued his own advantages as a man of good estate and ancient family, and, moreover, he was a strict presbyterian and whig of the old Scottish cast. This did not prevent his being a terribly proud aristocrat; and great was the contempt he entertained and expressed for his son James, for the nature of his friendships and the character of the personages of whom he was engoué one after another. “ There's nae hope for Jamie, mon,” he said to a friend. “ Jamie is gaen clean gyte.- What do you think, mon? He's done wi' Paoli--he's off wi’ the land-louping scoundrel of a Cor: sican; and whose tail do you think he has pinned himself to now, mon ?" Here the old judge sunimoned up a sneer of most sovereign contempt. “A dominie, mon-an auld dominie; he keeped a schule, and cau'd it an acaadamy.” Probably if this had been reported to Johnson, he would have felt it more galling, for he never much liked to think of that period of his life: it would have aggravated his dislike
of Lord Auchinleck's whiggery and presbyterianism. These the old lord carried to such an unusual height, that once when a countryman came in to state some justice business, and being required to make his oath, declined to do so before his lordship, because he was not a covenanted magistrate, “Is that a' your objection, mon?” said the judge;
come your ways in here, and we'll baith of us tak the solemn league and covenant together." The oath was accordingly agreed and sworn to by both, and I dare say it was the last time it ever received such homage. It may be surmised how far Lord Auchinleck, such as he is here described, was likely to suit a high tory and episcopalian like Johnson. As they approached Auchinleck, Boswell conjured Johnson by all the ties of regard, and in requital of the services he had rendered him
upon his tour, that he would spare two subjects in tenderness to his father's prejudices; the first related to Sir John Pringle, president of the royal society, about whom there was then some dispute current; the second concerned the general question of whig and tory. Sir John Pringle, as Boswell says, escaped, but the controversy between tory and covenanter raged with great fury, and ended in Johnson's pressing upou the old judge the question, what good Cromwell, of whom he had said something derogatory, had ever done to his country; when, after being much tortured, Lord Auchinleck at last spoke out, “ God, doctor ! he gart kings ken that they had a lith in their neck.” He taught kings they had a joint in their necks. Jamie then set to mediating between his father and the philosopher, and availing himself of the judge's sense of hospitality, which was punctilious, reduced the debate to more order.- Walter Scott.' Vol. iii. pp. 78, 79.
It is much to be regretted that some notes on the Hebridean tour, which Lord Stowell (who accompanied Johnson as far as Edinburgh) had dictated to Mr. Croker, and which the latter transmitted by post to Sir Walter Scott, that he might have them before him while writing his own observations, should hare, by some in the days of Sir Francis Freeling unexampled) accident, never reached their destination, nor to this hour been recovered. Various fragments, however, of the venerable peer's information are embodied in the editor's own notes ; and we shall conclude with one specimen ::
• The Editor asked Lord Stowell in what estimation he found Boswell amongst his countrymen. “Generally liked as a goodnatured, jolly fellow,” replied his Lordship. “But was he respected ?” “Why, I think he had about the proportion of respect that you might guess would be shown to a jolly fellow." His Lordship evidently thought that there was more regard than respect.'
Respect indeed! Mr. Croker informs us (vol. ii. p. 71) that at Garrick's Shakspeare Jubilee at Stratford-upon-Avon, Mr. Boswell, lest he should not be sufficiently distinguished, wore the words CORSICA Boswell, in large letters, round his hat;' and where the biographer makes solemn mention (vol. iv. p. 317) of his esteemed friend Mr. Akerman, the keeper of Newgate,' we have the following note :
* Why Mr. Boswell should call the keeper of Newgate his “ esteemed friend” has puzzled many readers; but besides his natural desire to make the acquaintance of every body who was eminent or remarkable, or even notorious, his strange propensity for witnessing executions probably brought him into more immediate intercourse with the keeper of Newgate.'
On the whole, in spite of a few trivial mistakes and inadvertencies, easy to be corrected hereafter, we may safely pronounce this · Boswell’ the best edition of an English book that has appeared in our time. It is set forth, as might be supposed, with all the luxury of modern embellishment. The engravings are exquisitely beautiful; and one wholly new thing in this way, viz. a Boswell, after a dashing early drawing of Lawrence (much in the style of a sketch by · H. B.') is, to our fancy, more satisfactory, in the case of such a person, than the most elaborate portrait, done under the fear of the proprieties, could ever have been. We ought not to omit, that a really good index has now, for the first time, been given with a book that, above almost any other, wanted such an appendage. Boswell's Life of Johnson is, we suspect, about the richest dictionary of wit and wisdom any language can boast, and its treasures may now be referred to with infinitely greater ease than heretofore.
Art. II.-Introductory Lectures on Political Economy, being
part of a Course delivered in Easter Term, 1831. By Richard Whately, D.D., Professor of Political Economy to the Uni
versity of Oxford, (now Archbishop of Dublin.) London. 1831. IN N a recent article * we exposed several of the fallacies, contra
dictions, and downright absurdities of the modern writers on political economy, and traced the most pernicious of them to a fundamental error, by which the whole fabric of the science was necessarily vitiated,—the confounding wealth, as measured by its exchangeable value, with utility or advantageousness. Since the publication of that paper, another chair of Political Economy having been instituted, and another professor having put forth a series of Introductory Lectures on the science, we opened his work with some curiosity to ascertain whether it would be attempted to get over our objection, or that the reform we recommended would be adopted, and the science of wealth confined within its proper boundaries, and strictly segregated from the science of political welfare. The latter we find to be the object which Dr. Whately * Art. I, No. LXXXVII,
+ Whately's Lectures. 1831.