Edinburgh Picturesque Notes eBook

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And this is not only so in country districts where the shepherd must wade in the snow all day after his flock, but in Edinburgh itself, and nowhere more apparently stated than in the works of our Edinburgh poet, Fergusson.  He was a delicate youth, I take it, and willingly slunk from the robustious winter to an inn fire-side.  Love was absent from his life, or only present, if you prefer, in such a form that even the least serious of Burns’s amourettes was ennobling by comparison; and so there is nothing to temper the sentiment of indoor revelry which pervades the poor boy’s verses.  Although it is characteristic of his native town, and the manners of its youth to the present day, this spirit has perhaps done something to restrict his popularity.  He recalls a supper-party pleasantry with something akin to tenderness; and sounds the praises of the act of drinking as if it were virtuous, or at least witty, in itself.  The kindly jar, the warm atmosphere of tavern parlours, and the revelry of lawyers’ clerks, do not offer by themselves the materials of a rich existence.  It was not choice, so much as an external fate, that kept Fergusson in this round of sordid pleasures.  A Scot of poetic temperament, and without religious exaltation, drops as if by nature into the public-house.  The picture may not be pleasing; but what else is a man to do in this dog’s weather?

To none but those who have themselves suffered the thing in the body, can the gloom and depression of our Edinburgh winter be brought home.  For some constitutions there is something almost physically disgusting in the bleak ugliness of easterly weather; the wind wearies, the sickly sky depresses them; and they turn back from their walk to avoid the aspect of the unrefulgent sun going down among perturbed and pallid mists.  The days are so short that a man does much of his business, and certainly all his pleasure, by the haggard glare of gas lamps.  The roads are as heavy as a fallow.  People go by, so drenched and draggle-tailed that I have often wondered how they found the heart to undress.  And meantime the wind whistles through the town as if it were an open meadow; and if you lie awake all night, you hear it shrieking and raving overhead with a noise of shipwrecks and of falling houses.  In a word, life is so unsightly that there are times when the heart turns sick in a man’s inside; and the look of a tavern, or the thought of the warm, fire-lit study, is like the touch of land to one who has been long struggling with the seas.

As the weather hardens towards frost, the world begins to improve for Edinburgh people.  We enjoy superb, sub-arctic sunsets, with the profile of the city stamped in indigo upon a sky of luminous green.  The wind may still be cold, but there is a briskness in the air that stirs good blood.  People do not all look equally sour and downcast.  They fall into two divisions:  one, the knight of

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