The pious
'exercise' of the household was hopelessly interrupted. With
a thousand apologies for his hitherto shabby entertainment,
this jolly Elliot or Armstrong had the welcome _keg_ mounted
on the table without a moment's delay, and gentle and
simple, not forgetting the dominie, continued carousing
about it until daylight streamed in upon the party. Sir
Walter Scott seldom failed, when I saw him in company with
his Liddesdale companions, to mimic with infinite humour the
sudden outburst of his old host on hearing the clatter of
horses' feet, which he knew to indicate the arrival of the
keg, the consternation of the dame, and the rueful despair
with which the young clergyman closed the book."[5]
No wonder old Mr. Scott felt some doubt of his son's success at the
bar, and thought him more fitted in many respects for a "gangrel
scrape-gut."[6]
In spite of all this love of excitement, Scott became a sound lawyer,
and might have been a great lawyer, had not his pride of character,
the impatience of his genius, and the stir of his imagination rendered
him indisposed to wait and slave in the precise manner which the
prepossessions of solicitors appoint.
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