The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1871-06-29

the actor, was admiring the fashion
of the ceiling in SCOTS drawing-room at
Abbotsford, Lady Scott exclaimed, in her
droll Guernsey accent, "Ah Mr.. Young,
you may look up at the bosses in the ceiling
as long as you like, but you must not look
down at my poor carpet, for L am ashamed of
it. / must get Scott to write some more of
his nonsense books and buy me a new one :"
To those who remember the charm of
Young's musical voice, Lady Dacre's lines on
his reciting ''Tam o. Shanter" to the other
guests at Abbotsford will present themselves
without any thought of differing from their
conclusion, thus neatly put
"And Tam o. Shanter roaring fou,
BY thee embodied to our view,
The rustic bard would own sac true,
He scant could tell
Wha twas the livin picture drew,
Thou or himself"
1t is curious fact that Scott, harmonious
poet as he was, had no ear for music, unless
it were that of ballad, and he would repeat
that horribly out of tune. He was, however
ia tune with all humanity; as much so with a
king as with the humblest of his subjects
When he went on board the royal yacht,
which had arrived near Leith, with George
~, amid such rain as only falls in Scotland,
Scott, in an off-hand yet respectful way, told
the king that the weather reminded him of
the stormy day of his own arrival
in the Western ighlands-weather which so
disgusted the landlord of the inn, who was
used to the very worst, that he apologized for
it. "Gude guide us! this is just awful Sic
can down-pour, was ever the like! 1 really
beg your pardon! I'm sure it's nae faut O.
mine. l Gamma think how it should happen
to rain this way just as you o a men i the
warld should come to see us! 1t looks amaist
personal! I can only say, for my part, I'm
just ashamed O. the weather." Having
fh11a cnakap To tho kip0 Scott oddad
81 do not know, sire, that can improve
upon the language of the honest innkeeper
Gamma think how it should rain this way
just as your Majesty, of all men in the world,
should have condescended to come and see u.s.
l can only say, in the name of my country
men, I'm Just ashamed O. the weather !" 1t
was at SCOTS petition that the royal landing
was deferred till the next day, which brought
all the sunshine that was considered neces-
sary for the occasion.
Poor old George III can not be said at any
time to have been ''every inch king" He
was certainly not, by nature, a cruel man.
Yet he betrayed something akin to cruelty
when, on the night of the Lord George
Gordon riots, an officer who had been ac-
lively employed in suppressing the rioters
waited on the king to make his report. George
III hurried forward to meet him, crying out,
with screaming iteration, "Well! well! well!
I hope you peppered them well! peppered
them well peppered them well J" There
may, however, have been nothing more in
this than there was in Wellington 8 Injunction
to his officers on the day that London was
threatened with Chartist revolutiod, Gre
member, gentlemen, there must be no little
war;" In such cases humanity to revolu-
tionists is lack of mercy to the friends of
order.
1t is we'll known that George III had an
insuperable aversion to DIR. John Willis, who
had attended him when the king was laboring
under his early intermitting attacks of in
sanity. Willis was induced to take tempo
rary charge of the king, on Pitts promise to
make him baronet and give him pension
of e15O0 year-pleasant things which never
came to pass. Queen Charlotte hated
Willis even more than the king did. The
physician earned that guerdon by putting
George III in strait-waistcoat whenever
he thought the royal violence required it.
The doctor took this step on his own respon-
sibility. The Queen never forgave him, and
the King, as long as he had memory, never
forgot it. In 1871, when the fatal relapse oc-
Cured, brought on, Willis thought, by Pitts
persistent pressure of the Roman Catholic
claims on the Kings mind, the Chancellor and
the Prince of Wales had some difficulty in in
ducing the doctor to take charge of the sove-
reign. When Willis entered that part of
Windsor Castle which was inhabited by the
king he heard the monarch humming favor
ite song in his room. A moment after George
III crossed the threshold on the landing
place. He was in Windsor uniform, as to his
coat, blue with scarlet cuffs and collar, star
on the breast A waistcoat of buff chamois
leather, buckskin breeches and top-boots,
with the familiar rthree-corneredha hat, completed
the costume. He came forth as bridegroom
from his chamber, full of hope and Joy, like
Cymon, "whistling as he went for want of
though" and switching his boot with his whip
as he went. Suddenly, as his eye fell
on Willis he reeled back as if he had been
shot. He shrieked out the hated name, called
on God, and fell to the ground. 1t was long
before the unhappy sovereign could be calmed.
In his own room the king wept like a child.
Every now and then he broke into heart
rending ordinations of "Whst can L do
nation oath; but 1 don't Oh, my oath my
oath my OATH" The kings excitement on
seeing Willis was partly caused by his
remembering the queens promise that
Willis should never be called in again in case
of the kings illness Willis on that occasion
consented to stay with the king after fear
full scene had taken place with the queen
her doctors, and council. When Mr.. Julian
Young knew Willis, from whom he haC
the above details, the doctor was above
eighty years of age, upright and active. Hc
was still a mighty hunter and, unless
Mr.. Young was misinformed, on the very
day before his death he shot two or three
brace of snipes in the morning, and danced
at the Lincoln ball at night. Willis did no
reach his hundredth year. as DIR. Roult, o
Magdalen College, Oxford, did. Just befor,
the death of the latter Lord Campbell visitet
and had a long conversation with him. A
parting the centenarian calmly remarked, 90