Rob Roy. Вальтер Скотт

in my last yt my wife was obliged to provid herself to finish her bed before she was lighted but I know yt letr came not timely to yr hand – I’m sory I had not mony to send by the bearer having no thought of it & being exposed to some little expenses last week but I expect some sure occasion when order by a letter to receive it excuse this freedom from &c.

      “Manse of Comrie, July 2nd, 1717. I salute yr lady I wish my ………… her Daughter much Joy.”

^* i.e. John the Red – John Duke of Argyle, so called from his complexion, more commonly styled “Red John the Warriour.”

       NO. V. – HIGHLAND WOOING

      There are many productions of the Scottish Ballad Poets upon the lion-like mode of wooing practised by the ancient Highlanders when they had a fancy for the person (or property) of a Lowland damsel. One example is found in Mr. Robert Jamieson’s Popular Scottish Songs:—

      Bonny Babby Livingstone

      Gaed out to see the kye,

      And she has met with Glenlyon,

      Who has stolen her away.

      He took free her her sattin coat,

      But an her silken gown,

      Syne roud her in his tartan plaid,

      And happd her round and roun’.

      In another ballad we are told how—

      Four-and-twenty Hieland men,

      Came doun by Fiddoch Bide,

      And they have sworn a deadly aith,

      Jean Muir suld be a bride:

      And they have sworn a deadly aith,

      Ilke man upon his durke,

      That she should wed with Duncan Ger,

      Or they’d make bloody works.

      This last we have from tradition, but there are many others in the collections of Scottish Ballads to the same purpose.

      The achievement of Robert Oig, or young Rob Roy, as the Lowlanders called him, was celebrated in a ballad, of which there are twenty different and various editions. The tune is lively and wild, and we select the following words from memory:—

      Rob Roy is frae the Hielands come,

      Down to the Lowland border;

      And he has stolen that lady away,

      To haud his house in order.

      He set her on a milk-white steed,

      Of none he stood in awe;

      Untill they reached the Hieland hills,

Aboon the Balmaha!^*

      Saying, Be content, be content,

      Be content with me, lady;

      Where will ye find in Lennox land,

      Sae braw a man as me, lady?

      Rob Roy he was my father called,

      MacGregor was his name, lady;

      A’ the country, far and near,

      Have heard MacGregor’s fame, lady.

      He was a hedge about his friends,

      A heckle to his foes, lady;

      If any man did him gainsay,

      He felt his deadly blows, lady.

      I am as bold, I am as bold,

      I am as bold and more, lady;

      Any man that doubts my word,

      May try my gude claymore, lady.

      Then be content, be content.

      Be content with me, lady;

      For now you are my wedded wife,

      Until the day you die, lady.

^* A pass on the eastern margin of Loch Lomond, and an entrance to the Highlands.

       NO. VI – GHLUNE DHU

      The following notices concerning this Chief fell under the Author’s eye while the sheets were in the act of going through the press. They occur in manuscript memoirs, written by a person intimately acquainted with the incidents of 1745.

      This Chief had the important task intrusted to him of defending the Castle of Doune, in which the Chevalier placed a garrison to protect his communication with the Highlands, and to repel any sallies which might be made from Stirling Castle – Ghlune Dhu distinguished himself by his good conduct in this charge.

      Ghlune Dhu is thus described: – “Glengyle is, in person, a tall handsome man, and has more of the mien of the ancient heroes than our modern fine gentlemen are possessed of. He is honest and disinterested to a proverb – extremely modest – brave and intrepid – and born one of the best partisans in Europe. In short, the whole people of that country declared that never did men live under so mild a government as Glengyle’s, not a man having so much as lost a chicken while he continued there.”

      It would appear from this curious passage, that Glengyle – not Stewart of Balloch, as averred in a note on Waverley – commanded the garrison of Doune. Balloch might, no doubt, succeed MacGregor in the situation.

       EDITOR’S INTRODUCTION TO ROB ROY

      In the magnum opus, the author’s final edition of the Waverley Novels, “Rob Roy” appears out of its chronological order, and comes next after “The Antiquary.” In this, as in other matters, the present edition follows that of 1829. “The Antiquary,” as we said, contained in its preface the author’s farewell to his art. This valediction was meant as prelude to a fresh appearance in a new disguise. Constable, who had brought out the earlier works, did not publish the “Tales of my Landlord” (“The Black Dwarf” and “Old Mortality”), which Scott had nearly finished by November 12, 1816. The four volumes appeared from the houses of Mr. Murray and Mr. Blackwood, on December 1, 1816. Within less than a month came out “Harold the Dauntless,” by the author of “The Bridal of Triermain.” Scott’s work on the historical part of the “Annual Register” had also been unusually arduous. At Abbotsford, or at Ashiestiel, his mode of life was particularly healthy; in Edinburgh, between the claims of the courts, of literature, and of society, he was scarcely ever in the open air. Thus hard sedentary work caused, between the publication of “Old Mortality” and that of “Rob Roy,” the first of those alarming illnesses which overshadowed the last fifteen years of his life. The earliest attack of cramp in the stomach occurred on March 5, 1817, when he “retired from the room with a scream of agony which electrified his guests.”

      Living on “parritch,” as he tells Miss Baillie (for his national spirit rejected arrowroot), Scott had yet energy enough to plan a dramatic piece for Terry, “The Doom of Devorgoil.” But in April he announced to John Ballantyne “a good subject” for a novel, and on May 6, John, after a visit to Abbotsford with Constable, proclaimed to James Ballantyne the advent of “Rob Roy.”

      The anecdote about the title is well known. Constable suggested it, and Scott was at first wisely reluctant to “write up to a title.” Names like Rob Roy, Queen Mary, Queen Elizabeth, Cleopatra, and so forth, tell the reader too much, and,