part of the town, he presently dismissed his visiter, promising to appear next day at an early hour, and submit himself to Mr Chantrey's inspection.

Chantrey's purpose had been the same as Lawrence's—to seize a poetical phasis of Scott's countenance; and he proceeded to model the head as looking upwards, gravely and solemnly. The talk that passed, meantime, had equally amused and gratified hoth, and fortunately, at parting, Chantrey requested that Scott would come and breakfast with him next morning before they recommenced operations in the studio. Scott accepted the invitation, and when he arrived again in Ecclestone Street, found two or three acquaintances assembled to meet him, — among others, his old friend Richard Heber. The breakfast was, as any party in Sir Francis Chantrey's house is sure to be, a gay and joyous one, and not having seen Heber in particular for several years, Scott's spirits were unusually excited by the presence of an intimate associate of his youthful days. I transcribe what follows from Mr Cunningham's Memorandum:

“ Heber made many enquiries about old friends in Edinburgh, and old books and old houses, and reminded the other of their early socialities. • Ay,' said Mr Scott,I remember we once dined out together, and sat so late that when we came away the night and day were so neatly balanced, that we resolved to walk about till sunrise. The moon was not down, however, and we took advantage of her lady

ship’s lantern, and climbed to the top of Arthur's Seat; when we came down we had a rare appetite for breakfast.' —- I remember it well,” said Heber; • Edinburgh was a wild place in those days, – it abounded in clubs — convivial clubs.'— 'Yes,' replied Mr Scott, . and abounds still; but the conversation is calmer, and there are no such sallies now as might be heard in other times. One club, I remember, was infested with two Kemps, father and son; when the old man had done speaking, the young one began,—and before he grew weary, the father was refreshed, and took up the song. John Clerk, during a pause, was called on for a stave; he immediately struck up in a psalm-singing tone, and electrified the club with a verse which sticks like a burr to my memory

• Now, God Almighty judge James Kemp,

And likewise his son John,
And hang them over Hell in hemp,

And burn them in brimstone.'-

“ In the midst of the mirth which this specimen of psalmody raised, John (commonly called Jack) Fuller, the member for Surrey, and standing jester of the House of Commons, came in. Heber, who was well acquainted with the free and joyous character of that worthy, began to lead him out by relating some festive anecdotes: Fuller growled approbation, and indulged us with some of his odd sallies; things

'which he assured us were damned good, and true too, which was better. Mr Scott, who was standing when Fuller came in, eyed him at first with a look grave and considerate; but as the stream of conversation flowed, his keen eye twinkled brighter and brighter; his stature increased, for he drew himself up, and seemed to take the measure of the hoary joker, body and soul. An hour or two of social chat had meanwhile induced Mr Chantrey to alter his views as to the bust, and when Mr Scott left us, he said to me privately, · This will never do- I shall never be able to please myself with a perfectly serene expression. I must try his conversational look, take him when about to break out into some sly funny old story. As Chantrey said this, he took a string, cut off the head of the bust, put it into its present position, touched the eyes and the mouth slightly, and wrought such a transformation upon it, that when Scott came to his third sitting, he smiled and said, “ Ay, ye're mair like yoursel now!— Why, Mr Chantrey, no witch of old ever performed such cantrips with clay as this.””

These sittings were seven in number; but when Scott revisited London a year afterwards, he gave Chantrey several more, the bust being by that time in marble. Allan Cunningham, when he called to bid him farewell, as he was about to leave town on the present occasion, found him in court dress, preparing to kiss hands at the Levee, on being gazetted

as Baronet. “ He seemed anything but at his ease." says Cunningham, “ in that strange attire; he was like one in armour---the stiff cut of the coat the large shining buttons and buckles—the lace ruffles — the queue - the sword —and the cocked hat, formed a picture at which I could not forbear smiling. He surveyed himself in the glass for a moment and burst into a hearty laugh. “O Allan,' he said, “O Allan; what creatures we must make of ourselves in obedience to Madam Etiquette! See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is ? - how giddily she turns about all the hotbloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty ?'»*

Scott's baronetcy was conferred on him, not in consequence of any Ministerial suggestion, but by the King personally, and of his own unsolicited motion ; and when the poet kissed his hand, he said to him — “ I shall always reflect with pleasure on Sir Walter Scott's having been the first creation of my reign.”

The Gazette announcing his new dignity was dated March 30, and published on the 2d of April 1820; and the Baronet, as soon afterwards as he could get away from Lawrence, set out on his return to the North ; for he had such respect for the ancient prejudice (a classical as well as a Scottish one) against marrying in May, that he was anxious to have the

Much ado about Nothing, Act III. Scene 3.

ceremony in which his daughter was concerned over before that unlucky month should commence. It is needless to say, that during this stay in London he had again experienced, in its fullest measure, the enthusiasm of all ranks of his acquaintance; and I shall now transcribe a few paragraphs from domestic letters, which will show, among other things, how glad he was when the hour came that restored him to his ordinary course of life.

To Mrs Scott, 39 Castle Street, Edinburgh.

“ Piccadilly, 20th March 1820. “ My Dear Charlotte,

“I have got a delightful plan for the addition at Abb- , which, I think, will make it quite complete, and furnish me with a handsome library, and you with a drawing-room and better bed-room, with good bed-rooms for company, &c. It will cost me a little hard work to meet the expense, but I have been a good while idle. I hope to leave this town early next week, and shall hasten back with great delight to my own household gods.

“ I hope this will find you from under Dr Ross's charge. I expect to see you quite in beauty when I come down, for I assure you I have been coaxed by very pretty ladies here, and look for merry faces at home. My picture comes on, and will be a grand thing, but the sitting is a great bore. Chantrey's


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