<^ sj O SIR WALTER SCOTT, JUM 16 1892 ) PHILADELPHIA: J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY. 1892. SIR WALTER SCOTT, \y y PH I LAD EL PHI A : J. B. LrPPINCOTT COMPANY. 1892. Copyright, 1892, by J. B. Lippincott Company. SIR WALTPJR scorr. Scott, !^IR Walter (created a baronet 1819), the greatest of Scottish men of letters, aud prol)- ably the best beloved author whoever lived, was born in the College Wynd of Edinburgh on August 15, 1771. His father, Walter Scott, was a Writer to the Signet ; his mothei-'s maiden name was Anne Rutherford, daughter of Dr John Rutherford, pro- fessor of Medicine in the University of Edin))urgh. Scott thus sprung from the professional middle classes, but on both sides he came ' of gentle blood.' When he blazoned his quarterings on the roof of the entrance-hall of Abbotsford three shields of the sixteen had to be left blank, through a difficulty about the pedigree of the Rutherfords of Hunthill.' Nevertheless, he came of the best blood on the Border, Scotts, Swintons, an.d Rutherfords, His great-grandfather was the grandson of Auld Wat of Harden, who married the Flower of Yarrow in 1507, and whose son again married Muckle Mou'd Meg of Elibank. The facts of Scott's history are too universally known to^ be dwelt upon at length. A recent ingenious writer has tried to show that genius is a ' sport ' or acci- dental variety of the consumptive and nervous temperament.' It is certain that the first six chil- ihen of Scott's father and mother died between 1759 and 1766. Locks of their hair, still glossy and golden, lay in Sir Walter's great desk, in his stu ' of verse oft" the soil, now occupied himself with editing Dryden, Swift, and other classics. He ([uarrelled with Constal)le (the publisher of the Edi/ihiirgh), or rather with his partner, Mr Huntei-, and in January 1809 he tells Southey that ' Ballan- tyne's brother' (.lohii) Ms setting up here as a SIR WALTER SCOTT. 9 bookseller, chietly for publishing.' Ballantyne was to be in alliance with Mr Murray, but this arrangement did not last, and the publishing busi- ness only added to financial complications. In 1810 the Lady of the Lake was finished, and over- crowned even Scott's former triumphs. A Highland poem had long been in his mind, alternating with the scheme of a Highland lomance in prose. Scott now visited the western isles, and schemed out The Nameless Glen, afterwards called The Lord of the Isles. He also reconsidered Waverlei/, but seems to have made no progress with it. In 18II he received at last the salary of his clerkship, and came into a legacy of £5000. Now, too, he bought his first farm, and began to turn the cottage on it into a mansion. The yeai- 1811 saw him busy with Eokehy, which proved a comparative failure. Childe Harold had appeared ; popularity had selected Lord Byron for its new idol. For a wonder, Scott did not rate Childe Harold much above its merits, but he entered into a friendly correspondence with Byron. He had never been much galled by English Bards and Scotch Revieicers. In 1813 (after liokeby and the Bridal of Trlermain ) he declined the laureateship in favour of Southey. In 1814 he finished his Life of Sir if t, and published Waverley, writing the last two volumes in three weeks. Waverley took the world by storm, and Scott, who did not acknowledge the authorship, might well suppose he had found the purse of Fortunatus. The cold reception of T/tc Lord of the Isles did not discourage him, and in January 1815, by way of a holiday, he began Guy Mannering, 'the work of six weeks at Christmas time.' It was published hy Messrs Longman, but, with rare exceptions. Constable, with whom Scott had been reconciled, published tlie rest of his Waverley cycle. From this point space does not serve to re- tell the oft-told tale of Scott's amazing fertility. In 1817 a violent illness shoNved him tliat even his strengtii was mortal, but no malady clouds lioh Roy or The Heart of Midlothian. In 1819 a return of his complaint endangered his life, and in paroxysms of agony he dictated The Bride of Lammermoor, which, when printed, he read as the work of a stranger. He did not remember a line of it. His health was in part re-established ; he opened a new vein of gold in Ivanhoe, but failed to please his readers witli The Monastery. rnt is iia weol bol.hit Well l.nl. it a-aiii. 10 sin WALTER SCOTT. he said. Novels pouied from his pen, society flocked to Abbotsford, he seemed to Miss Edge- worth 'the idlest man alive.' Yet he never neg- lected his official duties ; he toiled like a \A'oodsman in his plantations, and he entertained all comers. As he said of Byron, ' his foot was ever in the arena, his shield hung always in the lists.' He managed the king's reception in Edinburgh, he heard cases at Selkirk, he took part in raising volunteer corps, he conducted an enormous and distracting correspondence, he cared for the poor with a wis:* beneficence, he had a great share in starting the Edinl)uigh Academy, he presided at the councils of the new gas company, he began the Life of Bonaparte, and still the novels flowed on. In 1825 he commenced his Journal, and for all that followed the immortal pages of that sad and splen- did record must be consulted. Woodstock was in hand Avhen the commercial crash came. Scott bore it like a stoic. From that hour all the energy not needed for public duties went into literature. He sometimes toiled for fourteen hours a day, led on by the hope of paying every penny of his debts. His labour cleared them, though not in his lifetime. Before his wearied eyes and Avorn brain the mirage of his complete success used to float at intervals, and who could grudge him these dreams through the ivory gate ! It is needless to repeat the tale of his last djiys, his desolation when his publisher, Mr Cadell, disapproved of Count Robert of Paris, the insults heaped on bim by the Jedburgh radical mob, his last voyage, his continued Avork at The Siege of Malta, his' return home, his death. Fcav oiit of all who have read Lockhart or the Journal can have studied these chapters Avith tearless eyes. It is said that on the last morning of his life conscious- ness returned. He asked his nurse to help him to the Avindow ; he gave one last look on TAveed and said, 'To-night I shall knoAv all.' That night he AA'as ' Heaven's latest, not least Avelcome guest,' September 21, 1832. In a brief record of bis life it is impossible duly to estimate Scott, as an author or as a man. The greatness of his heart, the loyal afl'ection and kiu(l- ness of his nature, are at least as remarkable as his astonishing genius. There is only one voice as to his goodness. He was the most generous, the most friendly, the most honourable of men. In no relation of life did he fall short of the highest excel- lence. The magnetism (as Ave may call it for Avant of a better Avord ) of liis personality endeared SIR WALTER SCOTT, 11 him not only to mankind, hut to the lower animals. Dogs, cats, and horses took to him at once. He was even persecuted by the affection of grotesque friends, pigs and chickens. He is one of the few who retain, after death, this power of making us love those ' whom we have not seen. ' Nor was he less sagacious, in all affairs but his own, than he was sympathetic. As a man of letters he was more than generous, far from being en vious, he could hardly even be critical, and he admired contemporaries in whom the judgment of posterity has seen little to approve. In his lifetime the Whigs, as Whigs, did not love him. He was a Tory. W^ith a sympathy for the poor, which showed itself not only in his works, l)ut in all his deeds, and in all his daily life, he believed in subordination. All history showed him that equality had never existed, except in the lowest savagery ; and he could not believe in a sudden reversal of experience. His tastes as a poet also attached him to the antique world. His ideal was, perhaps, a feudalism in Mdiich every order and every man should be constant to duty. Al)sentee landlords he condemned as much as callous capitalists. He had seen the French Revolution, he had witnessed various abortive ' risings ' in the west country, and his later years were saddened bj^ apprehension of a Jacquerie. He hated the mol) as much as he loved the people, his own people, the kindly Scots. He was a sturdy Scotchman ; Ijut, says Lockhart, ' I believe that had any anti-English faction, ci\'il or religious, sprung up in his own time in Scotland, he would have done more than any other living man could have hoped to do to put it down." As a writer it is a truism to say that, since Shakespeare, whom he resembled in many ways, there has never been a genius so human and so creative, so rich in humour, sympathy, poetry, so fertile in the production of new and real characters, as the genius of Sir Walter Scott. To think of the Waverley novels is to think of a world of friends, like the crowd whose faces rise on us at the name of Shakespeare. To say this is to say enough, 1)ut it must be added that scenes as well as peoi)le, events as well as characters, are sunnnoned up by his magic wand. There is only one Shakespeare, however, and he possessed, what Scott lacked, every splendour and every glory of style. Of both men' it might be said that ' they never blotted a line ; ' but the metal flowed from the fuiiiace of Shakespeare's brain into many a mould of form, all ]2 SIR WALTER SCOTT. magical and immortal in tlieii" beauty. Scott 'never learned grammar,' as he said, and his style is that of an improviser. Its recklessness, and occasional flatness, he knew as well as any of his critics. But again and again, in published Avork, as in unpublished letters, he owns himself to be incapable of correcting, and impatient of the labour of the file. In proofs he corrected freely, but seldom to improve the style. It is often lax, and even commonplace ; it rarely approaches distinc- tion. It is at its best, absolutely perfect indeed, in his Scotch dialogue. Nor was he more careful of his plots. In the introduction to the Fortunes of Nigel he shows us exactly how he worked, incapa- ble of laying down the lines of a plot, and sticking to them, following always where fancy led him, after Dugald Dalgetty, or Bailie Nicol Jarvie. Delay, painstaking, would not have made him a more finished writer, and would have deprived us of many a Waverley novel. Every man must do his work as he may : speed was Scott's way. The only real drawback to his unapproached excellence, then, is this congenital habit of haste, this quick- ness of spirit, which, as Lady Louisa Stuart said, made him weary of his characters long before his readers were weary. Yet his genius triumphs in his own despite, and what he wrote for the amuse- ment of a generation is fashioned for immortality, living with the fiery and generous life of his own heroic heart. Scott's poetry suffers more from his ' hasty glance and random rhyme ' than his prose, because from poetry more exquisite finish is expected. That finish is only to be found in his lyrics, the freshest, most musical, most natural and spirited of English verses. In his metrical romances he has spirit, speed, ringing cadences, all the magic of romance, all the grace of chivalry. Since Homer no man has written so much in Homer's mood, so largely, so bravely, with such delight in battle. But ' the grand style ' is absent, save in the more inspired passages. Scott's lays are lighted with the Border sun, now veiled in mists, now broken with clouds : we are not here in the wide and luminous ether of Homer and «>f Hellas. Wild as cloud, as stream, as gale, Flow forth, flow unrestrained, my tale ! he exclaims, in lines addressed to Krskine, conscious of his fault, but impenitent. His fame must sutler in some degree from his own wilfulness, or, rather, from the incurable defect of a genius which was SIR WALTER SCOTT. 18 rich, Init not rare ; abundant, but seldom fine. It may sutfice for one man to have come nearer than any other mortal to Shakespeare in his fiction, and nearer than any other mortal to Homer in his verse. His influence on literature was immense. The Romantic movement in France owed nearly as much to him as to Shakespeare. Alexander Dumas is his literary foster-child, and his only true suc- cessor. To him also is due the beginning of a better appreciation of all ancient popular antiqui- ties, and a more human understanding of history. The best source for information about Scott's life is, necessarily, Lockhart's biography. The best edition is the second, in ten volumes (1839). The Journal, in its complete form, may be procured either in one volume or in two volumes (1890). The B