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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ii8 FAMOUS SCOTS<br />
during the South Sea madness, he kept his head when<br />
many a better man went mad with the speculative mania.<br />
He was pious, without his piety being black-edged with<br />
that gloomy bigotry which characterised much <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Presbyterianism <strong>of</strong> the seventeeenth and eighteenth<br />
centuries in <strong>Scotland</strong>. As he put the matter himself in<br />
his Epistle to James Arbiickle :<br />
•Neist, Anti-Toland, Blunt, and Whiston,<br />
Know positively I'm a Christian,<br />
Believing truths and thinking free,<br />
Wishing thrawn parties would agree.'<br />
He delighted in sociality and conviviality, but recoiled<br />
from aught savouring <strong>of</strong> licence or excess. To coarse-<br />
ness, it is true, he may at times have stooped in his<br />
work; but we must remember the spirit <strong>of</strong> the times<br />
was in favour <strong>of</strong> calling a spade a spade, and not ' an<br />
implement for disintegrating planetary particles.' To<br />
no degree greater than did Swift, or Steele, or Arbuthnot,<br />
or Gay, can <strong>Allan</strong> <strong>Ramsay</strong> be considered to have<br />
smirched his pages with references either ribald or<br />
indelicate. The spirit <strong>of</strong> the age was in fault when<br />
coarseness was rated as wit ; and to be true to life, the<br />
painters <strong>of</strong> the manners around them had to represent<br />
these as they were, not as they would have liked them<br />
to be.<br />
On the gth May 1755 <strong>Ramsay</strong>, when writing to his friend,<br />
James Clerk <strong>of</strong> Penicuik, a rhyming epistle, had said<br />
* Now seventy years are o'er my head,<br />
And thirty mae may lay me dead.'<br />
Alas ! the ' Shadow feared <strong>of</strong> man ' was already sitting<br />
waiting for him at no great distance farther on in his<br />
life's journey. For some years he had suffered acutely<br />
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