New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-09-14

ga .e Communicated both are furnished, with large
| presses for the keeping of deeds and family az
cbiyes Nevertheless these rooms remain much
| as they were when Scott lived in them, ana MS
snirit seems TO haunt the place. i was brouGh'
| very near TO him that day, for in the same hour
| was placed in my hands the original manuscript
| of his journals, and l saw in his own hahu"IiV
ing. the last words that ever fell from his pen
| Those journals are in two quarto Volumes o'
| unrulcd BLUSH PAPER bound in white vellum, now
yellowed with age, and each provided WIFI i!!'h
Sir Walter kept this diary from 1879 to 49, anu
these are the famous /" locked books, when were
| consulted by Lockhart when he was WIRING
the Life. but which have never yet been pupiiShe"
Onc of them is completely filled with writing
thc other nearly So and the lines in both are oil
fin. small character crowded closely together
Toward the last the writing 'manifrstS "hN 10"
we'll the growing intirmity of the broken Mihs'fci
the forecast of the hal!owed dchth-pcd "i .A"''s
|. ford and the venerable and glorious tomb o' DiN
burch lie was on his tour i'll Italy, from VIII"
50 much was hoIed-and hoped IL VAIN. ihrN
are his last words We slept securely ana on 'n'
next morning; and so tlr journal ahr"P''E '"'''
I can in no way explain the emotion WIN VIII,
looxed,upon these fcchly scrawlcd sylh'ics-'ic
hern strong enough to thrill the heart OF All '"''
world The Journals will soon he pnhsh'd'
Tbov have been lovingly and carefully edi'rd ny
Nr David Douglas whose fine taste ana great
.ontlcncss of nature, together with his a'hpc
Inowedcc of Scottish literature and society," en-
tircIv and cminently qna!iiy him Tor inc per
formancc of this sacred duty and you VIII possess
their treasures aud feel the charm OF tncif beauty
and their patkos-whieh is the charm OF e'c"'
nature expressed in its perfect simplicity ""' '"'
smell that is cast upon the heart anu |'c una" ,'
tion nv n sight Of the actual handwriting "' vi
Walter Scott in the last words that lie ever "'o"'
cannot be conveyed in print.
From the home in Castlc-st. we went 10 '"'
rooms of the Royal Society, where ''' - 4"
nortrat of Scott more lfc-hkc-ni"b represent
alive Of his soul as well as his face and person.
than any other that ever was raIh'r'' ms
portrait has been copied and all engraving 'i"'' II
will embelish the book of his Jonrhas' ~ h'"e'
there, in company with other capital p''h'''H' "a
former president, Of this NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. o'''
OF Watt-in the hall in which sir "ai'cr "'"'
sat. presiding over the deliberations AMI literary
exercises Of his comrades in scholarship ana ~
In another hall We saw the pulpit III "hi'h '""'
Knox used TO preach, in the old days OIL "ha' w.
Johnson so eAprcssvely called HE kl'p'us ~
Reformation and hard by Tile Maiden '''
+.rrible Sector guilotne, with its great square
knife set in a thick weight Of lead. by winch 'h"
grim Regent Morton WAS slam in 1851. the Mar
ou,s Of Argyle in 1861, and the gallant. mag
unanimous. devoted Earl Of Argyle i'll lGs'-"nr
more victim to the insatiatr House Of S'"af''
This monster has drunk the blood OF many a NOBLE
gentleman. and there is weird, sinister "n'gcs-
tion of cratilcd ferocity and fnrtvc mali2ni'N III
its rude, grlsIy, uncanny fabric oi "I"'h'h'''
timbcrs You may see IN me 1"hp1' "''
| panclled chapel Of st. Mary Masdalcn not many
| steps distant from the present abode OF inns
| saDcuinary Maiden" broodIng over her hidc"os
| corsulnmation Of slaughter and misery, the p'u
where the mangled body Of tie heroic Earl OF
Argyle was laid, in secret sanctuary, for se'cI'i
nights after that scene OF pitcous sacrih'c a'
| the old Market Cross; and when sou walk In the
| solemn enclosure of the Grryiriars Church,-s
htlv STYLED by Sir Walter The Westminster
| Abbey of Scotland, your glance will fall upon
| sunkcn piIlar low down upon the northern slope
| of that storicd lamcntable ground. which bears
| the letters l. NJ, and which marks the grave OF
| the baleful Norton whom the Maiden dcc;lnia'"i
| for his share i'm the murder Of Rizzlo. in thee
| old cities there is keeping away from
| scpulchres The paths of glpry,' III every
| sense, lead but to the grave. George buchanan
| and Allan Ramsay poets whom no literary pilgrim
will neglect rest in this chnrchyard. though the
| exact places OF their interment are not positively
known, and here, likewise, rest the elegant ms
| torian Robertson and THE Addison Of Scotland
| Henry Mackenzie. The building, III the Canon
| gate in which Allan Ramsay once had his abode
| and his book shop and in which lie wrote his
pastoral OF "The Gentle Shepherd Is occupied
| now by barber: but since he is one that srIrns
! not to prnc am over his do'r IN mighty letters
| the poetic lineage OF his dwelling, it. seems not
aniss that this haunt of the MUSES. should have
| fallen into his pious though lowly hands. OF
| such q character, and haOwed with associations
| that pique the fancy md touch the heart, are
| the places and the names that an itinerant con-
| tinually encounters in his rlnlbles in Edinburgh
| One could muse for many an hour over that little
| Venetian mirror that hangs in the bedroom 'Of
| Queen Mary Stuart, in Hollywood Palace. What
| faces and what scenes il must have reflected
How often her own beautiful cOuntenancc and per.
| son,-the dazzling eyes, the snowy brow, the
| red gold hair, the alabastcr bOsOm-must have
| blazed in its crystal depths,-now furnished and
| dim. like the rccopl Of her own calamitOus and
wretched days. Did those lovely eyes look into
| this mirror-and was their glance scared and
tremulous, or fixed aud tcrrible-on that dismal
| February night, SO many years ago. when the
fatal explosion in the Kirk O. Field resoundcd
| with an echo that has never died away? Who
shall tell? This glass saw the gannt and hvid
| face of Ruthvcn when he led his cousin into that
royal chamber, and it beheld Rizzio screaming in
mortal terror as he was from the skirts of his
| mistress and savagely murdered before her eyes
Perhaps, also, when that terrible episode was over
and done with, it saw Queen Mary and her
| despicable husband the next time they met, and
| IN hat hast