On December 11th John Davison gave an insightful
talk to the Literary Society on Sir Walter Scott, whose enviable personality
seems to have combined rationality, self-control and astuteness, with the
ability to love, and to inspire love for himself in others. According to his
biographer, he had ‘a wide ranging sympathy for, and a belief in, the human
heart.’ Scott’s sympathies for doomed causes, as well as his fierce patriotism,
led to novels featuring bold clansmen like Rob Roy, and noble heroes such as
Ivanhoe, both made famous, in simplified form, in Boys’ Own literature in the
early decades of the twentieth century. These works were hugely popular,
featuring as they do dramatic scenes and characters, and revealing something of
a loftiness of moral tone. Like Dickens’s, Scott’s characters frequently have
whimsical names, or are the missing heirs to a fortune or an aristocratic
lineage. To look at Scott’s soul, John
told us, we had only to read the Waverley novels. It wasn’t surprising, then,
to discover that on one occasion Scott found himself on the brink of fighting a
duel. It was clearly what one of his
heroes might have done.
A lawyer, the Sheriff Deputy for Selkirk, the founder of the
Quarterly magazine and the editor of the Scots Ballads, he had a huge and
influential circle of friends and admirers, two of whom were the Kings of
England and France. His novel Marmion was a bestseller, and the Waverley
novels were the most successful in the English language – overlaid, it has to
be said, with a Scots dialect that sometimes became tedious for his readers. He
was his own best critic, and generous in his praise for those he saw as
superior poets – Lord Byron and he, though markedly different in character,
liked and respected each other. He was also a close friend of William
Wordsworth. Married and settled in his house ‘Abbotsford’, he showed the
strength of his character when there was a catastrophic failure of the financial
system in 1825, and he lost all his money.
His response to this blow was characteristic. He wrote his way out of debt. His output was
prodigious, and though not of the quality of Marmion and the earlier works, it eventually enabled him to pay off
his debts. Eight years later, however, he was dead, and one has to speculate
that the energy thrown into this enterprise actually wore him out. Scott is acknowledged as the founder of the
historical novel, and his fame resulted in the Waverley railway station in Edinburgh, and in a memorial monument
so large and impressive that it eclipses even Prince Albert’s. A good friend, an idealist but with a cool
nature when he needed to call on it, an acquaintance of the high and mighty,
but neither cynical nor pompous, he is famed for having also invented the cult
of Scotland - tartan, pithy aphorisms and all. Scott isn’t read much these days, and John
enjoined us all to try him. Most left
the Court Hall resolving to do so. Even to his own most appropriate name, Scott
could not have done more to put the character, landscape and culture of his
homeland on the map, where it continues to state its case right into our own
century.
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