Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
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114 FAMOUS SCOTS<br />
from a Neapolitan villa, and designed by his son <strong>Allan</strong>,<br />
which so long was an ornament on the northern slope<br />
overlooking the New Town <strong>of</strong> Edinburgh. From his<br />
windows a reach <strong>of</strong> scenery was commanded, probably<br />
not surpassed in Europe, stretching from the mouth <strong>of</strong><br />
the Firth <strong>of</strong> Forth on the east to the Grampians on the<br />
west, and extending far across the green hills <strong>of</strong> Fife to<br />
the north. The poet, however, becoming alarmed at the<br />
expense he was incurring, altered his son's design after<br />
the building was half completed. In consequence, the<br />
mansion presented a very quaint appearance. Tradition<br />
states that Andrew Fletcher <strong>of</strong> Saltoun (afterwards Lord<br />
Milton) first detected the resemblance to a goose-pie.<br />
Be this as it may, <strong>Allan</strong> was grievously vexed by the<br />
comparison, and one day, when showing it, in the pride <strong>of</strong><br />
his heart, to the witty Lord Elibank, who duly admired its<br />
unrivalled prospect, he added, ' And yet, my lord, thae<br />
toon wits say it's like naething else than a guse-pie.' ' Deed,<br />
<strong>Allan</strong>, noo I see ye intilt, I'm thinkin' the wits are no' sae<br />
far wrang.' History does not record <strong>Allan</strong>'s rejoinder.<br />
Scarcely had he entered his new mansion, however,<br />
expecting to enjoy there many years <strong>of</strong> domestic happi-<br />
ness and peace, than the great sorrow <strong>of</strong> his life fell<br />
upon him. In March 1743, his faithful and loving<br />
partner, who had stood by him amid all the storm and<br />
stress <strong>of</strong> his busy career, was taken from him, after thirty<br />
years <strong>of</strong> unbroken affection and devotion. She was<br />
interred in the Greyfriars Churchyard, as the cemetery<br />
records show, on the 28th <strong>of</strong> March 1743. So intense<br />
was her husband's grief that he, who for many another<br />
had written elegies instinct with deep sympathy and<br />
regret, could not trust himself to write <strong>of</strong> her, 'lest I