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poor Lord Henry Petty was completely beat. Lord Palmerston, the Ministerial candidate, brought down Sir Vicary Gibbs to

-receive.his second votes; but Lord Henry Petty’s friends, de

, spairing of his Lordship’s success, placed Lord Euston at the head of the poll, and Sir V. Gibbs turned out Lord Palmerston. The University totally disgraced themselves by choosing Lord Henry Petty when in office and deserting him when out. Mr. Roscoe was hooted at Liverpool on the cry of ‘ N o Popery,’ and every Whig was called a Papist. Sheridan, neglecting to canvass for Westminster, lost it. Sir Christopher ‘Baynes in vain endeavoured to raise the cry of ‘No Popery’ in Middlesex. At Canterbury, Sandwich, Dover, and Kincardineshire, the Ministerial candidates were heat. Colonel Ponsonby declined Derry. We were heat in Hampshire and Durham. Fuller gained Surrey. Grattan was returned for Dublin. At the meeting of Parliament Ministers disowned the cry. Mr. Perceval alone said that it was the general cry of the people and must be well founded. I stayed at Woodnesboro’ till July 15, when I came to London ; and, after having passed a few days there and a few at Woburn, I began my tour through Scotland with my father, the Duchess, and Dr. Hunt. For this tour see Volume III.

Volume III. is entitled, ‘A Journal of John Russell during a Tour to the Lakes and Scotland,’ and commences—‘ On Monday, August 3, 1807, I left Woburn Abbey in company with the Duke and Duchess of Bedford and the Rev. Dr. Hunt.’ The tourists passed through Northampton, Leicester, Manchester, Lancaster, and Kendal, reaching Windermere on the following Thursday. There they were the guests of Mr. Curwen, and made acquaintance with Dr. Watson, Bishop of Llandafi'.1

He is a man of a very strong mind, very great learning, and an astonishing power of voice. He put me in mind of the idea I had formed of Dr. Johnson, excepting that his manners were perfectly those of a gentleman. . . . The Bishop attacked some lawyers who were there concerning their defending men whom they knew


1 Mr. Curwen was one of the pioneers of reform. He carried in 1809 a. measure for preventing the sale of seats in the House of Commons. Watson, Bishop of Llandaff. is chiefly recollected (1) as the author of An Apology fir the Bible, a book Written in reply to Tom Paine's Age of Reason; and (2) as living continuously in the Lakes without going to his see, . i

to be guilty. The lawyers defended themselves very well. In my opinion the lawyer should urge everything that can he pleaded from .law, but not use the law for a purpose when it was evidently intended to mean otherwise. The Bishop is very vain. He said,

“for instance, ‘I made a very long speech, and I think a very

good one,’ &c. . . . Nothing can exceed the respect with which he is looked upon.

Turning their backs on Windermere, the tourists followed what is now one of the most familiar roads in England to Keswick, where they passed the beautiful cottage of Lord William Gordon, ‘hid in so retired a bay that it cannot be seen'even from the top of lofty Skiddaw. Everything here is executed in so finished and appropriate a taste that it is almost the only place concerning which I could say, “If this were mine nothing should be altered.”’ But, alas! even on the banks of Derwentwater, in 1807, there were drawbacks to enjoyment.

Mr. Pocklington, a gentleman from Yorkshire, is a person who has rendered himself odious to every traveller of taste by building houses, &c., on the lake. He turned the course of his waterfall, so that there might be a good gravel walk made to the top, and m0reover has built amongst some trees a white wall with a door and two windows in it, which he calls a hermitage.

Shaking the dust off his feet in testimony against the utilitarian of Yorkshire, Lord John proceeded by Pooley Bridge to Ulleswater. After duly admiring that beautiful lake, the party drove through Carlisle, ‘where there is nothing seemingly sufficient to excite curiosity,’ and Langholm t0 Hawick. From Hawick, on the following day, they went to Selkirk, sleeping at Lord Somerville’s.

Sunday, 16l/z.—Walter Scott, the minstrel of the nineteenth century, came to breakfast with us. He afterwards went with me to Melrose Abbey . . . one of the most beautiful ruins perhaps in the world.

Tuesday, 18th.—I went with Dr. Hunt to Walter Scott’s house.1


1 In 1807 Sir W. Scott was living at AshestieL Abbotsford was not purchased till 1811.

We passed through Galashiels, a pleasant manufacturing town on -the Tweed. Indeed, we never quitted the Tweed during our whole drive. At last we forded the river and came to his house just in time to eat a good breakfast. I then went shooting and missed two shots at grouse. I then had the pleasure of walking with Walter Scott through grounds which nature had adorned with a beauty which art cannot imitate. After passing a very pleasant evening we retired to bed betimes.

Wednerday, Igl/z.—-My father and the Duchess came to breakfast at Mr. Scott’s. Soon after breakfast we left his house to continue our journey.

Ascending the Tweed, the excursionists crossed into the Valley of the Clyde; and, passing Lanark, came to Hamilton, where they were the guests of the Duke of Hamilton; and, after spending the next few days in visiting factories at Peebles, and ironworks at Carron, and in admiring the streets of Glasgow, ‘the best built and handsomest town I ever saw,’ and the adjacent country, they came to Stirling. ‘There is a big but thin hill, rising in the middle of the Carse of Stirling; on the top of it is Stirling Castle, and the houses creep up the hillside like chickens to get under the protection of the old hen.’ Their route lay thence through Perth, Lochearnhead, Callander, and the Trossachs, which, though they had not yet been hallowed by ‘The Lady of the Lake,’ ‘appeared before us in majestic glory. Never did I see so fine an assemblage of mountains—all forms, all sizes; one is covered with wood, another with heath. Loch Kitturin [sir] was soon before us, and instantly delighted us.’

Thence, after spending a few days with the Duke of Montrose at Buchanan, where ‘His Grace gave us an excellent turtle soup, the best I ever tasted,’ the party proceeded up Loch Long, over ‘the dreadful hill of Glencroe, the most formidable pull for a carriage I ever saw,’ to Inverary.

And now I first got a sight of the finest place I ever sawInverary, Reaching the top of a gentle ascent, we saw the whole view to advantage. The castle with four towers appeared in the midst of a small plain. The lake made a bay before it, and at the end of the bay appeared the town, which gave a complete


idea of dependence on the castle. It is more like a handsome front of a great man’s offices than a town. The Duke had a. large party in the house, and we were handsomely received.

After passing five days most agreeably in this hospitable house, they bade adieu to Inverary, and drove past Loch Awe to Killin and Loch Tay—where Lord Breadalbane’s new house at Taymouth contrasted unfavourably, in Lord John’s opinion, with Inverary. Passing Dunkeld, ‘we were soon delighted by seeing the Pass of Killiecrankie where Lord Dundee lost his life.’

From Killiecrankie the tourists drove to Blair Athol, and thence through a gloomy country to Kinrara, the Duchess of BedfOrd’s house on the banks of the Spey. There they rested eight days, and thence proceeded to Inverness, ‘our journey’s end.’

Leaving Inverness, the party passed over the field of Culloden, and Lord John soon after began to inquire how far it was to a still more interesting field—the Heath of the Witches. Thence their road was through Fochabers (where they naturally stayed at Gordon Castle), Cullen, Banff, and Turrifi', to Aberdeen. From Aberdeen they followed the coast to Stonehaven and Dundee, where they were the guests of Lord Kinnaird. A few days’ easy travelling brought them to Edinburgh, ‘the pride of Scotchmen and capital of their beautiful country.” There they, of course, visited Holyrood, going first to the gallery ‘where the imaginary portraits of Scotch kings are placed, where the representative peers are chosen, and where two French gentlemen hear mass every Sunday. The portraits are shockingly painted, the peers are shamefully chosen, and the High Mass would shock the ears of those who cried No Popery.’ Three days afterwards the party left Edinburgh, and, after passing a night with Lord Lauderdale at Dunbar, Lord John brought both tour and journal to a close at Ayton.

Steam has made the country through which Lord John thus travelled accessible to men with only moderate purses. In 1807, such a tour as that which has just been described was undertaken by. or possible for, only the few. From Ayton,

Lord John returned alone to Woodnesboro’; and perhapsit may be of some interest to record the cost of such a journey eighty years ago. Lord John paid £8, Igr. 611. for his place in the mail from Ayton to London; £1, 14:. 60'. for his place from London to Canterbury ; 15:. for a chaise from Canterbury to Woodnesboro’; 13s. ad. to postboys ; and £3, 0s. 6d. to guards and coachmen between Berwick and Woodnesboro’. Without counting the cost of food in a journey which occupied three days and three nights, or of the inevitable play in London, Lord John spent in actual travelling rather more than £15 on a journey which a first-class passenger could now accomplish for less than £4.

The journal—if it can be so called—for the next few months is so short that it may be quoted almost in its integrity.

After passing nearly three months in seeing the beautiful landscapes of Scotland, I left Ayton on October 19 in the mail for London. We passed through Newcastle, a populous place famous for coal and glass. But the place I admired most was Durham. Its situation upon the verge of a hill, the river which encircles it, and the grandeur of its cathedral, made me place it in the number of the most beautiful cities of England. We were at York at midnight, and, having come through Doncaster and Huntingdon, we arrived in London on Saturday morning after a journey of two days and three nights.

I got into the mail again on Sunday for Woodnesboro’, which I left on December 28 for Woburn. . . .

After this I passed a week at Ampthill, whilst my father was in town. We met again at Woburn on Saturday, January 25. T avistock and William followed the day after. .

The Duke of Gloucester, a man of no very brilliant talents, but of good sense and judgment, is the only man to save the country. He will probably marry the Princess Charlotte of Wales.1 In the Houses of Lords and Commons on the day of the meeting, Ministers cut a most despicable figure on the Copenhagen affair. Several Lords entered their protest against it. Ministers all told different stories about the sources of their


1 The Duke of Gloucester was the nephew of George III. Instead of marrying the Princess Charlotte, he married his cousin Princess Mary, and died without issue. I . .

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