These books, almost all of wonderful individual excellence (_Peveril_, I think, is the only exception), and of still more wonderful variety, were succeeded, before the crash of 1825-26, by the _Tales of the Crusaders_, admirable in part, if not wholly. When we think that all these were, with some other work, accomplished in less than five years, it scarcely seems presumption in the author to have executed, or rashness in the bookseller to have suggested, a contract for four of them in a batch--a batch unnamed, unplanned, not even yet in embryo, but simply existing _in potentia_ in the brain of Walter Scott himself.
In surveying together this batch, written when the first novelty of the novels was long over, and before there was any decadence, one obtains, as well perhaps as from any other division of his works, an idea of their author"s miraculous power. Many novelists since have written as much or more in the same time. But their books for the most part, even when well above the average, popular, and deservedly popular too, leave next to no trace on the mind. You do not want to read them again; you remember, even with a strong memory, nothing special about their plots; above all, their characters take little or no hold on the mind in the sense of becoming part of its intellectual circle and range.
How different is it with these six or eight novels, "written with as much care as the others, that is to say, with none at all," as the author wickedly remarked! _The Pirate_ (December 1821) leads off, its scenery rendered with the faithfulness of recent memory, and yet adjusted and toned by the seven years" interval since Scott yachted round Orkney and Shetland. Here are the admirable characters of Brenda (slight yet thoroughly pleasing), and her father, the not too melodramatic ones of Minna, Cleveland, and Norna, the triumph of Claud Halcro (to whom few do justice), and again, the excellent keeping of story and scenery to character and incident. _The Fortunes of Nigel_ (May 1822) originated in a proposed series of "Letters of the Seventeenth Century," in which others were to take part, and perhaps marks a certain decline, though only in senses to be distinctly defined and limited. Nothing that Scott ever did is better than the portrait of King James, which, in the absence of one from the hand of His Majesty"s actual subject for some dozen years, Mr. William Shakespeare of New Place, Stratford, is probably the most perfect thing of the kind that ever could have been or can be done. And the picture of Whitefriars, though it is borrowed to a great extent, and rather antic.i.p.ated in point of time, from Shadwell"s _Squire of Alsatia_, sixty or seventy years after date, is of the finest, whilst Sir Mungo Malagrowther[18] all but deserves the same description. But this most cantankerous knight is not touched off with the completeness of Dalgetty, or even of Claud Halcro.
Lord Glenvarloch adds, to the insipidity which is the bane of Scott"s good heroes, some rather disagreeable traits which none of them had hitherto shown. Dalgarno in the same way falls short of his best bad heroes. Dame Suddlechop suggests, for the first time _un_favourably, a Shakespearean ancestress, Mistress Quickly, and the story halts and fails to carry the reader rapidly over the stony path. Even Richie Moniplies, even Gentle Geordie, good as both are, fall short of their predecessors. Ten years earlier _The Fortunes of Nigel_ would have been a miracle, and one might have said, "If a man begins like this, what will he do later?" Now, thankless and often uncritical as is the chatter about "writing out," we can hardly compare _Nigel_ with _Guy Mannering_, or _Rob Roy_, or even _The Abbot_, and not be conscious of something that (to use a favourite quotation of Scott"s own), "doth appropinque an end," though an end as yet afar off. The "bottom of the sack," as the French say, is a long way from us; but it is within measurable distance.
Even a friendly critic must admit that this distance seemed to be alarmingly shortened by _Peveril of the Peak_ (January 1823), which among the full-sized novels seems to me quite his least good book, worse even than "dotages," as they are sometimes thought, like _Anne of Geierstein_ and _Count Robert_. No one has defended the story, which, languid as it is, is made worse by the long gaps between the pa.s.sages that ought to be interesting, and by a (for Scott) quite abnormal and portentous absence of really characteristic characters. Lockhart pleads for some of these, but I fear the plea can hardly be admitted. I imagine that those who read Scott pretty regularly are always sorely tempted to skip _Peveril_ altogether, and that when they do read it, they find the chariot wheels drive with a heaviness of which elsewhere they are entirely unconscious.
But in the same year (1823), _Quentin Durward_ not only made up for _Peveril_, but showed Scott"s powers to be at least as great as when he wrote _The Abbot_, if not as great as ever. He has taken some liberties with history, but no more than he was perfectly ent.i.tled to take; he has paid the historic muse with ample interest for anything she lent him, by the magnificent sketch of Louis and the fine one of Charles; he has given a more than pa.s.sable hero in Quentin, and a very agreeable if not ravishing heroine in Isabelle. Above all, he has victoriously shown his old faculty of conducting the story with such a series of enthralling, even if sometimes episodic pa.s.sages, that n.o.body but a pedant of "construction" would care to inquire too narrowly whether they actually make a whole. Quentin"s meeting with the King and his rescue from Tristan by the archers; the interviews between Louis and Crevecoeur, and Louis and the Astrologer; the journey (another of Scott"s admirable journeys); the sack of Schonwaldt, and the feast of the Boar of Ardennes; Louis in the lion"s den at Peronne,--these are things that are simply of the first order. Nor need the conclusion, which has shocked some, shock any who do not hold, with critics of the Rymer school, that "the hero ought always to be successful." For as Quentin wins Isabelle at last, what more success need we want? and why should not Le Balafre, that loyal Leslie, be the instrument of his nephew"s good fortune?
The recovery was perfectly well maintained in _St. Ronan"s Well_ (still 1823) and _Redgauntlet_ (1824), the last novels of full length before the downfall. They were also, be it noticed, the first planned (while _Quentin_ itself was completed) after some early symptoms of apoplectic seizure, which might, even if they had not been helped by one of the severest turns of fortune that any man ever experienced, have punished Scott"s daring contempt of ordinary laws in the working of his brains.[17] The harm done to _St. Ronan"s Well_ by the author"s submission to James Ballantyne"s Philistine prudery in protesting against the original story (in which Clara did not discover the cheat put on her till a later period than the ceremony) is generally acknowledged. As it is, not merely is the whole thing made a much ado about nothing,--for no law and no Church in Christendom would have hesitated to declare the nullity of a marriage which had never been consummated, and which was celebrated while one of the parties took the other for some one else,--but Clara"s shattered reason, Tyrrel"s despair, and Etherington"s certainty that he has the cards in his hand, are all incredible and unaccountable--mere mid-winter madness.
Nevertheless, this, Scott"s only attempt at actual contemporary fiction, has extraordinary interest and great merit as such, while Meg Dods would save half a dozen novels, and the society at the Well is hardly inferior.
And then came _Redgauntlet_. A great lover of Scott once nearly invoked the a.s.sistance of Captain M"Turk to settle matters with a friend of his who would not p.r.o.nounce _Redgauntlet_ the best of all the novels, and would only go so far as to admit that it contains some, and many, of the best things. The best as a novel it cannot be called, because the action is desultory in the extreme. There are wide gaps even in the chain of story interest that does exist, and the conclusion, admirable in itself, has even for Scott a too audacious disconnection with any but the very faintest concern of the nominally first personages. But even putting "Wandering Willie"s Tale" aside, and taking for granted the merits of that incomparable piece (of which, it may yet be gently hinted, it was not so very long ago still a singularity and mark of daring to perceive the absolute supremacy), the good things in this fascinating book defy exaggeration. The unique autobiographic interest--so fresh and keen and personal, and yet so free from the odious intrusion of actual personality--of the earlier epistolary presentment of Saunders and Alan Fairford, of Darsie and Green Mantle; Peter Peebles, peer of Scott"s best; Alan"s journey and Darsie"s own wanderings; the scenes at the Provost"s dinner-table and in Tam Turnpenny"s den; that unique figure, the skipper of the _Jumping Jenny_; the extraordinarily effective presentment of Prince Charles, already in his decadence, if not yet in his dotage; the profusion of smaller sketches and vignettes everywhere grouped round the mighty central triumph of the adventures of Piper Steenie,--who but Scott has done such things? He never put so much again in a single book. There is something in it which it is hardly fanciful to take as a "note of finishing," as the last piece of the work, that, gigantic as it was, was not exactly collar work, not sheer hewing of wood and drawing of water for the taskmasters. And it was fitting that the book, so varied, so fresh, so gracious and kindly, so magnificent in part, with a magnificence dominating Scott"s usual range, should begin with the beginnings of his own career, and should end with the practical finish, not merely of the good days, but of the days that dawned with any faint promise of goodness, in the career of the last hope of the Jacobite cause.
FOOTNOTES:
[17] _Lockhart_, iv. chaps. xxviii.-x.x.xiii.
[18] The name, which, as many people now know since Aldershot Camp was established, is a real one, had been already used with the double meaning by Charlotte Smith, a now much-forgotten novelist, whom Scott admired.
[19] The once celebrated "Polish dwarf."
[20] I may be permitted to refer--as to a _piece justificatif_ which there is no room here to give or even abstract in full--to a set of three essays on this subject in my _Essays in English Literature_.
Second Series. London, 1895.
[21] This part, however, has a curious advent.i.tious interest, owing to the idea--fairly vouched for--that Scott intended to delineate in the Colonel some points of his own character. His pride, his generosity, and his patronage of the Dominie, are not unrecognisable, certainly. And a man"s idea of himself is often, even while strange to others, perfectly true to his real nature.
[22] All who do not skip such things must have enjoyed these sc.r.a.ps, sometimes labelled particularly, sometimes merely dubbed "Old Play"; and they are well worth reading together, as they appear in the editions of the _Poems_. At the same time, they have been, in some cases, too hastily attributed to Sir Walter himself. For instance, that in _The Legend of Montrose_, ch. xiv., a.s.signed to _The Tragedy of Brennoralt_ (not "_v_alt," as misprinted), is really from Sir John Suckling"s sententious play (act iv. sc. 1), though loosely quoted.
[23] In the earlier months had taken place that famous rediscovery of the Regalia of Scotland in Edinburgh Castle, which was one of the central moments of Scott"s life, and in which, as afterwards in the restoring of Mons Meg, he took a great, if not the chief, part. His influence with George IV. as Prince and King had much to do with both, and in the earlier he took the very deepest interest. The effect on himself (and on his daughter Sophia) of the actual finding of the Crown jewels is a companion incident to that previously noticed (p. 52) as occurring on the Mound. Those who cannot sympathise with either can hardly hope to understand either Scott or his work.
[24] From March to May 1819 he had a series of attacks of the cramp, so violent that he once took solemn leave of his children in expectation of decease, that the eccentric Earl of Buchan forced a way into his bedchamber to "relieve his mind as to the arrangements of his funeral,"
and that he entirely forgot the whole of the _Bride_ itself. This, too, was the time of his charge to Lockhart (_Familiar Letters_, ii. 38), as to his successor in Tory letters and politics--
"Take thou the vanguard of the three, And bury me by the bracken-bush That grows upon yon lily lee."
[25] It has always struck me that the other form of the legend itself--that in which the "open window" suggests that the bridegroom"s wounds were due to his rival--has far greater capabilities.
[26] Said to embody certain mental peculiarities of that ingenious draughtsman, but rather unamiable person, Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe.
[27] He had said in a letter to Terry, as early as November 20, 1822, that he feared _Peveril_ "would smell of the apoplexy." But he made no definite complaint to any one of a particular seizure, and the date, number, and duration of the attacks are unknown.
CHAPTER V
THE DOWNFALL OF BALLANTYNE & COMPANY
_Redgauntlet_, it has been said, was the last novel on the full scale before the downfall of Scott"s prosperity. But before this he had begun _The Life of Napoleon_ and _Woodstock_, and, in June 1825, had published the _Tales of the Crusaders_, which contain some work almost, if not quite, equal to his best, and which obtained at first a greater popularity than their immediate predecessors. It was, and generally is, held that _The Betrothed_, the earlier of the two, was saved by _The Talisman_; and there can be no doubt that this latter is the better.
Contrary to the wont of novelists, Scott was at least as happy with Richard here as he had been in _Ivanhoe_, and though he owed a good deal in both to the presentation of his hero in the very interesting romance published by his old secretary Weber,--one of the best of all the English verse romances and the first English poem to show a really English patriotism,--he owed nothing but suggestion. The duel at the Diamond in the Desert is admittedly one of the happiest things of the kind by a master in that kind, and if the adventures in the chapel of Engedi are both a little farcical and a little "apropos of nothing in particular," the story nowhere else halts or fails till it reaches its real "curtain" with the second _Accipe hoc!_ If it had been longer, it might not have been so strong, but as it is, it is nearly perfect.
But there is also more good in _The Betrothed_ than it is usual to allow. The beginning, the siege of the Garde Doloureuse, and the ghostly adventure of Eveline at the Saxon manor are excellent; while, even later, Scott has entangled the evidence against Damian and the heroine with not a little of the skill which he had shown in compromising Waverley. Had not James Ballantyne dashed the author"s spirits with some of his cavillings, the whole might have been as much of a piece as _The Talisman_ is. Indeed, it must be confessed that, though Lockhart is generous enough on this point to the man to whom he has been accused of being unjust, we have very little evidence of any improvement in Scott"s work due to James, while we know that he did harm not once only. But, as it stands, the book no doubt exhibits the usual faults, that languishing of the middle action, for instance, which injures _The Bride of Lammermoor_ and _The Monastery_, together with the much more common huddling and improbability of the conclusion. But we know that this last was put on hurriedly, against the grain, and after the author, disgusted by the grumblings of others, had relinquished his work; so that we cannot greatly wonder.
It is impossible here to depict in detail Scott"s domestic life during the years which pa.s.sed since we last noticed it, and which represent the most flourishing time of his worldly circ.u.mstances. The estate of Abbotsford gradually grew, always at fancy prices, till the catastrophe itself finally prevented an expenditure of 40,000 in a lump on more land. The house grew likewise to its hundred and fifty feet of front, its slightly confused but not disagreeable external muddle of styles, and reproductions, and incorporated fragments, and its internal blend of museum and seignorial hall. It was practically completed and splendidly "house-warmed" to celebrate the marriage (3rd February 1825) of the heir, on whom both house and estate were settled, with no very fortunate result. Between it and Castle Street the family oscillated as usual, when summer and winter, term and vacation, called them. At Abbotsford open house was always kept to a Noah"s ark-full of visitors, invited and uninvited, high and low, and Castle Street saw more modest but equally cordial and constant hospitalities, in which the Lockharts were pretty frequent partic.i.p.ators; while their country home at Chiefswood was a sort of escaping place for Sir Walter when visitors made Abbotsford unbearable. The "Abbotsford Hunt" yearly rejoiced the neighbours; and though, as his health grew weaker, Scott"s athletic and sporting exercises were necessarily and with insidious encroachment curtailed, he still did all he could in this way. In 1822 there was the great visit of George IV. to Scotland, wherein Sir Walter took a part which was only short, if short at all, of princ.i.p.al; and of this Lockhart has left one of his liveliest and most pleasantly subacid accounts. Visits to England were not unfrequent; and at last, in the summer of 1825, Scott made a journey, which was a kind of triumphal progress, to Ireland, with his daughter Anne and Lockhart as companions. The party returned by way of the Lakes, and the triumph was, as it were, formally wound up at Windermere in a regatta, with Wilson for admiral of the lake and Canning for joint-occupant of the triumphal boat. "It was roses, roses all the way," till in the autumn of the year the rue began, according to its custom, to take their place.
The immediate cause of the disaster was Scott"s secret partnership in the house of Ballantyne & Co., which, dragged down by the greater concerns of Constable & Co. in Edinburgh and Hurst, Robinson, & Co. in London, failed for the nominal amount of 117,000 at the end of January 1826.[34] Their a.s.sets were, in the first place, claims on the two other firms, which realised a mere trifle; and, in the second place, the property, the genius, the life, and the honour of Sir Walter Scott.
When one has to deal briefly with very complicated and much-debated matters, there is nothing more important than to confine the dealing to as few points as possible. We may, I think, limit the number here to two,--the nature and amount of the indebtedness itself, and the manner in which it was met. The former, except so far as the total figures on the debtor side are concerned, is the question most in dispute. That the printing business of Ballantyne & Co. (the publishing business had lost heavily, but it had long ceased to be a drain), in the ordinary literal sense owed 117,000--that is to say, that it had lost that sum in business, or that the partners had overdrawn to that amount--n.o.body contends. Lockhart"s account, based on presumably accurate information, not merely from his father-in-law"s papers, but from Cadell, Constable"s partner, is that the losses were due partly to the absolutely unbusinesslike conduct of the concern, and the neglect for many years to come to a clear understanding what its profits were and what they were not; partly to the ruinous system of eternally interchanged and renewed bills, so that, for instance, sums which Constable nominally paid years before were not actually liquidated at the time of the smash; but most of all to a proceeding which seems to pa.s.s the bounds of recklessness on one side, and to enter pretty deeply into those of fraud on the other.
This is the celebrated affair of the counter-bills, things, according to Lockhart, representing no consideration or value received of any kind, but executed as a sort of collateral security to Constable when he discounted any of John Ballantyne"s innumerable acceptances, and intended for use only if the real and original bills were not met.
Still, according to Lockhart, this system was continued long after there was any special need for it, and a ma.s.s of counter-bills, for which the Ballantynes had never had the slightest value, and the amount of which they had either discharged or stood accountable for already on other doc.u.ments, was in whole or part flung upon the market by Constable in the months of struggle which preceded his fall, and ranked against Ballantyne & Co., that is to say, Scott, when that fall came.
This account, when published in the first edition of Lockhart"s _Life_, provoked strong protests from the representatives of the Ballantynes, and a rather acrimonious pamphlet war followed, in which Lockhart is accused by some not merely of acrimony, but of a supercilious and contemptuous fashion of dealing with his opponents. He made, however, no important retractations later, and it is fair to say that not one of his allegations has ever been disproved by doc.u.mentary evidence, as certainly ought to have been possible while all the doc.u.ments were at hand. Nor did the _Memoirs_ of Constable, published many years later, supply what was and is missing; nor does Mr. Lang, with all his pains, seem to have found anything decisive. The a.s.sertions opposed to Lockhart"s are that the "counter-bill" story is not true, and that the distresses of Ballantyne & Co., and the dangerous extent to which they were involved in complicated bill transactions with Constable, were at least partly due to reckless drawings by the senior partner for his land purchases and other private expenses. Between the two it is impossible to decide with absolute certainty.[32] All that can be said is this.
First, considering that the whole original capital of the firm was Scott"s, that he had repeatedly saved it from ruin by his own exertions and credit, and that a very large part of the legitimate grist that came to its mill was supplied by his introduction of work to be printed, he was certainly ent.i.tled to the lion"s share of any profit that was actually earned. Secondly, the neglect to balance accounts, and the reckless fashion of interweaving acceptance with drawing and drawing with acceptance, had, as we know, been repeatedly protested against by him. Thirdly, his private expenditure, very moderate at Castle Street, and not recklessly lavish even at Abbotsford, must have been amply covered by his official and private income _plus_ no great proportion of the always large and latterly immense supplies which for nearly twenty years he derived from his pen. It is impossible to see that, except by his carelessness in neglecting to ascertain from time to time the exact liabilities of the firm, he had added to the original fault of joining it, or had in any other way deserved the blow that fell upon him. No one can believe, certainly no one has ever proved, that his earnings, and his salaries, and the value of his property, if capitalised, would not have covered, and far more than covered, the cost of Abbotsford, land and house, the settlements on his children, and the household expenses of the whole fifteen years and more since he became a housekeeper there. While, as for the printing business itself, it admittedly ought to have made a handsome profit from first to last, and certainly did make a handsome profit as soon as it fell under reasonably business-like management afterwards.
There remains the said "original fault" of engaging in the business at all, and that, I think, can never be denied. The very introduction of joint-stock companies, to which, in part, Scott owed his ruin, has made a confusion between professional and commercial occupations which did not then exist; but even now I think it would hardly be considered decent for a public servant, discharging judicial functions, to carry on actual business in a private trading concern. Moreover, the secrecy which Scott observed--to such an extent that his family and his most intimate friends did not know the facts--could come from nothing but a sense of something amiss, and certainly led to the commission of not a little that was so. Scott had to conceal the actual and very material truth when he applied to the Duke of Buccleuch for the guarantee that saved him a dozen years earlier. He had to conceal it from the various persons who employed Ballantyne & Co., and were induced to do so by him.
He had to conceal it when he executed those settlements on his son"s marriage, which certainly would have been affected had it been known that the whole of his fortune was subject to an unlimited liability. The mystery of his unconsciousness of all this may be left pretty much where Lockhart, with full acknowledgment, left it. I have said that his action seems to have originated partly in a blind and causeless fear of poverty, which, as blind and causeless fear so often does, made him run into the very danger he tried to avoid, partly in an incomprehensible partiality for the Ballantynes.[30] We have no evidence, in any degree trustworthy, that during the entire term of his connection with the firm he derived any positive profit from it at all commensurate with his actual sinkings of money and his sacrifices and exertions of various kinds. The whole thing is, once more, a mystery, and the best comment is perhaps the simple one that the means which a man takes to ruin or seriously damage himself generally do seem a mystery to others, and probably are so to himself. Nor is there anything more unusual in the colossal irony of the situation, when we find Scott, just before his own ruin, and in the act of giving his friend Terry the actor a guarantee (which, as it happened, he had to pay), writing[36] words of the most excellent sense on the rashness of engaging in commercial undertakings without sufficient capital, the madness of dealing in bills, and his own resolve to have nothing to do with any business carried on "by discounts and renewals." The irony, let it be repeated, is colossal; yet we meet it, we commit it, every day.
It is painful to read that during the months of uncertainty which preceded the actual crash, Scott threw the helve after the hatchet by charging himself personally, first, with an advance, or, at least, bond for 5000, and then for another of double that amount,[29] to help two firms, Constable and Hurst & Robinson, whose combined indebtedness was over half a million. But the fact of his doing so was sufficient indication of the spirit in which he would meet the crash of Ballantyne & Co. itself. The whole of the _Diary_ (_v. infra_) of the period is one long ill.u.s.tration (without the slightest pretentiousness or self-consciousness) of the famous line of perhaps his own greatest poetical pa.s.sage--
"No thought was there of dastard flight."
He had made up his mind, before it was certainly imminent, that bankruptcy was not to be accepted; evasion of any more thorough kind, if it occurred, he dismissed at once as not even to be thought of. Yet it is perhaps to be regretted that the mode in which the disaster was actually met, heroic as it was, was subst.i.tuted for that of which he had at first thought--the simple throwing up of every sc.r.a.p of his property, including all but a bare subsistence out of his official incomes, which could not have been touched without difficulty. Had he done, or been able to do this, had he shaken off the vampire in stone and lime and hungry soil which had so long sucked his blood, had he sold the library, and the "Gabions of Jonathan Oldbuck,"[35] and the j.a.panese papers, and the Byron vase, and the armour, had he mortgaged his incomes by help of insurance, sold his copyrights outright, and, in short, realised everything, it does not seem absolutely certain that he might not have paid off his creditors in full, or, at least, left but a small balance to be discharged by less superhuman and fatal exertions than those actually made. The time was not a good time for selling, no doubt; but, on the other hand, the interest in Abbotsford and its master was still at its height, and the enthusiasm, which actually inspired one anonymous offer of thirty thousand pounds on loan in a lump, would probably have made good bargains for him on sales. He would then have been a free, or nearly a free man, with his own exertions untrammelled, or nearly so; and, serious as were the warnings that his health had given or received, the actual history of the next six or seven years seems to show that, had the machine been driven with less unsparing ferocity, and at a more moderate rate, it might have lasted for years, and even restored its master to competence, if not to wealth.
Unfortunately, if nothing else--family affection and perhaps also family pride did still, it may be feared, supply something else--the unlucky settlement of Abbotsford stood in the way. Legally, it is true or at least probable, this settlement might have been upset; but the trustees of Mrs. Walter Scott would probably also have felt bound to resist this, and leave to unsettle could only have been obtained on the humiliating and even slightly disgraceful plea that the granter, being practically insolvent at the time, was acting beyond his rights. It seems to have been proposed by the Bank of Scotland, during the negotiations for the arrangement which followed, that this should be done; and the reasons which dictated Scott"s refusal would have equally, no doubt, prevented him from doing it in the other case.
Accordingly, it was resolved, as he declined to go into bankruptcy, that his whole property should, under a procedure half legal, half amicable, be vested in trustees for the benefit of his creditors; nothing except the Castle Street house and some minor chattels being actually sold. He, on the other hand, undertook to devote to the liquidation of the balance of his debts all the proceeds of his future work, except a bare maintenance for himself and (on a reduced scale) for Abbotsford. How "this fatal venture of mistaken chivalry" (to borrow a most applicable phrase of Kingsley"s about another matter) was carried out we shall see, but how grossly unfair it was to Scott himself must appear at once. In return for his sacrifices he had no real legal protection; any creditor could, as a Jew named Abud actually did, threaten at any time to force bankruptcy unless he were paid at once and in full. Instead of retaining (as he would have done had the whole of his property been actually surrendered, and had he allowed the debts which came with the law to go with it) complete control of his future earnings and exertions, and making, as he might have made, rest.i.tution by instalments as a free gift, he was in such a plight that any creditor was ent.i.tled to regard him as a kind of thrall, paying debt by service as a matter of course, and deserving neither rest, nor grat.i.tude, nor commendation. One really sometimes feels inclined to regret that Abud or somebody else was not more relentless--to pray for a Sir Giles Overreach or a Shylock among the creditors. For such a one, by his apparently malevolent but really beneficent grasping, would have in effect liberated the bondsman, who, as it was, was compelled to toil at a hopeless task to his dying day, and to hasten that dying day by the attempt.
Mention has been made above of a certain _Diary_ which is our main authority, and, indeed, makes other authorities merely ill.u.s.trative for a great part of the few and evil last years of Sir Walter"s life. It was begun before the calamities, and just after the return from Ireland, being pleasantly christened "Gurnal," after a slight early phonetic indulgence of his daughter Sophia"s. It was suggested--and Lockhart seems to think that it was effective--as a relief from the labour of _Napoleon_, which went slightly against the grain, even before it became bond-work. It may have been a doubtful prescription, for "the cud[28] of sweet and bitter fancy" is dangerous food. But it has certainly done _us_ good. When Mr. Douglas obtained leave to publish it as a whole, there were, I believe, wiseacres who dreaded the effect of the publication, thinking that the pa.s.sages which Lockhart himself had left out might in some way diminish and belittle our respect for Scott. They had no need to trouble themselves. It was already, as published in part in the Life, one of the most pathetically interesting things in biographical literature. This quality was increased by the complete publication, while it also became a new proof that "good blood cannot lie," that the hero is a hero even in utterances kept secret from the very valet. If, as has happened before and might conceivably happen again, some cataclysm destroyed all Scott"s other work, we should still have in this not merely an admirable monument of literature, but the picture of a character not inhumanly flawless, yet almost superhumanly n.o.ble; of the good man struggling against adversity, not, indeed, with a sham pretence of stoicism, but with that real fort.i.tude of which stoicism is too often merely a caricature and a simulation. It is impossible not to recur to the _Marmion_ pa.s.sage already quoted as one reads the account of the successive misfortunes, the successive expedients resorted to, the absolute determination never to cry craven.[33]
It is from the _Diary_ that we learn his own complete knowledge of the fact urged above, that it would have been better for him if his creditors had been in appearance less kind. "If they drag me into court," he says,[31] "instead of going into this scheme of arrangement, they would do themselves a great injury, and _perhaps eventually do the good, though it would give me great pain_." The _Diary_, ill.u.s.trated as it is by the excellent selections from Skene"s _Reminiscences_ and other scattered or unpublished matter which Mr. Douglas has appended, exhibits the whole history of this period with a precision that could not otherwise have been hoped for, especially as pecuniary misfortunes were soon, according to the fashion of this world, to be complicated by others. For some two years before the catastrophe Lady Scott had been in weak health; and though the misfortune itself does not seem to have affected her much after the first shock, she grew rapidly worse in the spring of 1826, and, her asthma changing into dropsy, died at Abbotsford during Scott"s absence in Edinburgh, when his work began in May. His successive references to her illness, and the final and justly-famous pa.s.sage on her death, are excellent examples of the spirit which pervades this part of the _Diary_. This spirit is never unmanly, but displays throughout, and occasionally, as we see, to his own consciousness, that strange yet not uncommon phenomenon which is well expressed in a French phrase, _il y a quelque chose de ca.s.se_, and which frequently comes upon men after or during the greater misfortunes of life. Neither in his references to this, nor in those to another threatened, though as yet deferred blow, expected from the ever-declining health of the Lockharts" eldest child, the "Hugh Littlejohn" of the _Tales of a Grandfather_, is there any tone of whining on the one hand, or any mark of insensibility on the other. But there is throughout something like a confession, stoutly avoided in words, but hinted in tone and current of quotation and sentiment, that the strength, though not the courage, is hardly equal to the day. The _Diary_, both here and elsewhere, is full of good things, pleasant wit still, shrewd criticism of life, quaint citation of wise old Scots saws and good modern instances, happy judgment of men and books,--above all, that ever-present touch of literature, without mere bookishness, which is as delightful to those who can taste it as any of Scott"s gifts. And perhaps, too, we may trace, even behind this, a secret sense that, as his own Habakkuk Mucklewrath has it in the dying curse on Claverhouse, the wish of his heart had indeed been granted to his loss, and that the hope of his own pride had gone too near to destroy him.
FOOTNOTES:
[28] Some say 130,000, but this seems to include the 10,000 mortgage on Abbotsford. This, however, was a private affair of Scott"s own, not a transaction of the firm.
[29] I have consulted high authority on the legal side of this counter-bill story, and have been informed (with the expected caution that, the facts being so doubtful, the law is hard to give) that under Scots law these counter-bills, if they existed, would probably be allowed to rank, supposing that twenty shillings in the pound had not been paid on the first set, and to an extent sufficient to make up that sum. But Lockhart"s allegation clearly is that they were so used as to charge Scott"s estate to the extent of _forty_ shillings in the pound.
[30] John Ballantyne had died in 1821, before the mischief was punished, but after it was done.
[31] _Lockhart_, vii. 370, 371.
[32] I am not certain whether the second advance, which was secured by mortgage on Abbotsford, included the first or not. Probably it did.
[33] A pet name for his "curios."