Adventures Among Books eBook

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Mr. Stevenson’s last letters to myself were full of his concern for a common friend of ours, who was very ill.  Depressed himself, Mr. Stevenson wrote to this gentleman—­why should I not mention Mr. James Payn?—­with consoling gaiety.  I attributed his depression to any cause but his own health, of which he rarely spoke.  He lamented the “ill-staged fifth act of life”; he, at least, had no long hopeless years of diminished force to bear.

I have known no man in whom the pre-eminently manly virtues of kindness, courage, sympathy, generosity, helpfulness, were more beautifully conspicuous than in Mr. Stevenson, no man so much loved—­it is not too strong a word—­by so many and such various people.  He was as unique in character as in literary genius.

CHAPTER III:  RAB’S FRIEND

To say what ought to be said concerning Dr. John Brown, a man should have known him well and long, and should remember much of that old generation of Scotchmen to whom the author of “Rab and his Friends” belonged.  But that generation has departed.  One by one these wits and scholars of the North, these epigoni who were not, indeed, of the heroes, but who had seen and remembered Scott and Wilson, have passed away.  Aytoun and Carlyle and Dr. Burton, and last, Dr. Brown, are gone.  Sir Theodore Martin alone is left.  In her memoir of Dr. Burton—­the historian of Scotland, and author of “The Book-hunter”—­Mrs. Burton remarks that, in her husband’s later days, only Dr. John Brown and Professor Blackie remained of all her husband’s ancient friends and coevals, of all who remembered Lockhart, and Hogg, and their times.  But many are left who knew Dr. Brown far better and more intimately than the author of this notice.  I can hardly say when I first became acquainted with him, probably it was in my childhood.  Ever since I was a boy, certainly, I used to see him at intervals, especially in the Christmas vacations.  But he seldom moved from Edinburgh, except in summer, which he frequently passed in the country house of certain friends of his, whose affection made much of the happiness of his latest years, and whose unfailing kindness attended him in his dying hours.  Living always in Scotland, Dr. Brown was seen but rarely by his friends who resided in England.  Thus, though Dr. Brown’s sweetness of disposition and charm of manner, his humour, and his unfailing sympathy and encouragement, made one feel toward him as to a familiar friend, yet, of his actual life I saw but little, and have few reminiscences to contribute.  One can only speak of that singular geniality of his, that temper of goodness and natural tolerance and affection, which, as Scotsmen best know, is not universal among the Scots.  Our race does not need to pray, like the mechanic in the story, that Providence will give us “a good conceit of ourselves.”  But we must acknowledge that the Scotch temper is critical if not captious, argumentative, inclined to look at the seamy side of men and of their performances, and to dwell on imperfections rather than on merits and virtues.  An example of these blemishes of the Scotch disposition, carried to an extreme degree in the nature of a man of genius, is offered to the world in the writings and “Reminiscences” of Mr. Carlyle.

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