Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1835-12-03

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After IA reviving lunch at SeIkrk, Ell
lWencd by some Scotch ale, which an
swered partially for fire, we once more
took our feet, and started for Abbotsf ri
the residence OF Walter Scott, or OF Sir
Walter Scott, as every body calls him,
or Sir Walter Scott, Bart as every body
writes it, as if a lille could dignity or
adorn such man as Walter Scott. BY
the way, however, it is necessary to look
out for titles in England, for Englishmen
amuse themselves much at our expense,
fglectIng as We often do all titles, call
ing IA "Lady," "Nlrs." as Lady BIes-
sington, Mrs. Blessington for example,
and Duke "a Duck as Cobbett used tn
call them Mr.. instead of His Grace, IT
being quite u mouthiul for Us to grace or
ma jesiy flesh and bones like our own poor
selves But it is well when among the
Romans to do as the Romans do, though
"what "a state Of society,"! is an excla-
nation ever popping into ones BRAIN
! ] hate these denominations and seldom
call man Honorable at home if he is
honorable, ever taking the care, howev-
er, TO give him the title when he is not.
AS for Esqu,res, and Generals, and Ma
iors, they are no titles at all now, so.
common are they, that it is no violation
Of the principle to dub every man you see
with them. But to return-we started
on foot to Abbotsford, three or four miles,
from SeIkirk. We lost Our way, misled
by the answer of a Scotchwoman, who
either misunderstood our English, or we
her Scotch-and with great difficulty
we got right again, after fresh directions
| from another Scotchwoman, who lived IN
lone place, and talked yet thicker
Scotch. She knew Scott, however, told
us of his walks and his rides, called him
"a 'cannie man." and said she "never saw
sic long burial as his" But on the
main road again, after quite wandering
through little wood, we saw the gothic
pinnacles or submits of Abbotsfoid peep
ing through the trees, lodge and fine
path, or road, indicating the entrance.
Y | had never read II description at Alb
bot slord, nor had been within n Baron
ial hall or castle not in ruins, when en-
tered The BaroniaI hall Of Walter Scott,
and he alone among The Americans, who
remembers his first feelings on such an
entrance, can understand mine. ! was
Instantly thrown back into the past full
five hundred years. The shining suits
of armor, as Of men in steel, were in my
fancy real men. ] saw SCOTS novels
all ahire-ihe very knights, the very bar
ons, the carved roofs OF Oak-the gothic
pannrlling-thc horns of animals-the
targets, helmets, shields AYE the very
men, the very stories, the very things
| read them all again, in but minute or
more. | here embodied all the lancies
of years have ideas of what were on
| " dreams before. seemed to see the
scene where Scott drew all his nspira-
ton, when this very scene was but a.
mother creation of his IN matter instead of
words. ] should rave if ] attempted to
describe what | felt and | should be
mad IN fact Ia attempt to describe what
the most brilliant pens Of America and
Europe have so often touched, SO very
often, in every manner, and in many
tongues. Ii has indeed been we'll said
that for this sing ular building, Scott has
drawn outlines and ornaments from every
part of Scotland; and it may he well ad-
ded, the tributes which all the world
have given him, have filled the house
with curiosities from every part Of the
world. So too the taste OF the poet has
sought every thing which could add in
tercs, to his home, such "rcIiCs," for en-
ample as Burns CRATE in the Baronial
hail, or the old pulpit from which Ralph
Erskin preached; with many others oI
the like. In building this oddiy-iormed, +,
and yet perfectly constructed dwelling,
Scott seems TO have had prescience OF
the interest that would attach to his name,
and, as ifthat would not be enough to
draw the traveller from every country,
he has concentrated relics enough OF 9TH
er times, and other men, which OF them
selves would make it worthy Of p'la ri
maee-and thus adding To the insp'ra-
ton ever to be felt in the abode o! gen
ius the other inspiration Of ye. more IN.
spring scenes. No man who ever loot s
upon this spot, and who is permitted to
enter within its walls, and view its Goth
&c ornaments, its Gothic furniture m
Gothic halls, its hanging cabinets, ITS
mirrors, its portraits alone, will admire
Walter Scott the more as mere man
of his taste. What then are the emotions
of him, who knew the name OF Scott the
first among all distant names, and who
dwel upon his reading, when as now, he
stands IN his very library, reads the books
he has thumped-siis in his chair, leans
upop his dcsk-and then ends his view
in the little recess near ais study, where
;s the last suite Of clothes that he wore
his highland dress, the claymore and
purse belt, his coat, his panialoons o'