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manners ; and one or two others are supposed to glide around the door of the
Guard-House, assigned to them at the Luckenbooths, when their ancient refuge
in the High Street was laid low. But the faith of manuscripts bequeathed to
friends and executors is so uncertain, that the narrative containing these frail
memorials of the Old Town Guard of Edinburgh, who, with their grim and
valiant corporal, John Dhu (the fiercest looking fellow I ever saw), were in my
boyhood, the alternate terror and derision of the petulant brood of the High
School, may perhaps only come to light when all memory of the institution has
faded away, and then serve as an illustration of Kay’s Cakztures, who has preserved
the features of some of their heroes.”
Towards the close of last century several reductions had taken place in the
number of the Guard; and, in 1805, when the New Police Bill for Edinburgh
came into operation, the corps was entirely broken up. At the same time, however,
partly from reluctance to do away all at once with so venerable a municipal
force, and by way of employing, instead of pensioning off, some of the old
hands, a new corps, consisting of two sergeants, two corporals, two drummers,
and thirty privates, was formed from the wreck of the former. Of this new
City Guard, as it was called, the subject of our sketch, Mr. James Burnet-the
senior Captain-was appointed to the command, and was the last who held the
situation.
CAPTAINB URNETw as a native of East-Lothian. He was one of the Captains
of the Guard who had not previously been in the army ; and if we except his
experience as a member of the First Regiment of Edinburgh Volunteers, may be
supposed to have been a novice in military matters. Previous to his appointment,
he kept a grocer’s shop at the head of the Fleshmarket Close.
The personal appearance of Mr. Burnet is well delineated in the Portrait.
He was a man of great bulk ; and when in his best days, weighed upwards of
nineteen stone. He was, nevertheless, a person of considerable activity, and of
much spirit, as will appear from the following instance. Along with one or two
gentlemen, he was one summer day cooling himself with a meridian draught in
a well-known tavern, when the late Mr. James Laing, Deputy City Clerk, who
was one of the party, took a bet with the Captain that he would not walk to
the top of Arthur’s Seat, from the base of the hill, within a quarter of an
hour, Mr. Eurnet at once agreed to the wager ; and Mr. Smellie, who happened
to be the lightest and most active of the company, was appointed to proceed
with the pedestrian in the capacity of umpire. The task, it must be admitted
by all who know anything of the locality, was an amazing one for a person of
nineteen stone on a hot summer day! The Captain courageously set about
his arduous undertaking, steering his way by St. Anthony’s Well, up the
ravine. But to describe his progress, as he literally melted and broiled under
the rays of the pitiless sun, would require the graphic pen of a Pindar. Never
did “ fodgel wight or rosy priest ” perform such a penance. When he reached
the most difficult part of his jonrney, the Captain looked as if about to give up
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the ghost; but hlr. Smellie, still keeping ahead with a timepiece in his hand,
so coaxed and encouraged his portly friend, that he continued his exertions, and
actually gained the top of the hill within half-a-minute of the prescribed period.
The moment he achieved the victory, he threw himself, or rather fell down, and
lay for some time like an expiring porpoise-neither able to stir nor speak a
single word. While thus extended at full length, a young cockney student, who
had been amusing himself on the hill, came forward, and holding up his hands,
exclaimed, as he gazed in amazement at the Captain-“ Good heavens ! what an
immense fellow to climb such a hill ! ” When Mr. Burnet had sufficiently recovered,
Mr. Smellie and he returned victorious to their friends ; and it need
not be doubted, potations deep were drunk in honour of the feat.
Few men of his time enjoyed their bottle with greater zest than Captain
Burnet ; and at the civic feasts, with which these palmy times abounded, no one
did greater execution with the knife and fork. He seldom retired with less
than two bottles under his belt, and that too without at all deranging the order
of his “ upper story.” “ Two-and-a-half here,” was a frequent exclamation,
as he clapped his hand on his portly paunch, if he chanced to meet a quondam
ban vivant, on his way home from the festive board.
The Captain was altogether a jolly, free sort of fellow, and much fonder of
a stroll to the country on a summer Sunday, than of being pent up in a crowded
church. In a clever retrospective article in Chai,ibers’ Journal, he is alluded to
as one of the “ Turners,” so called from their habit of taking a turn (a walk) on
the Sabbath afternoon. “ About one o’clock,’’ says the paper alluded to, “ Mr.
J[ohn] L[ittle] might be seen cooling it through Straiton,’ in the midst of a slow
procession of bellied men-his hat and wig perhaps borne aloft on the end of his
stick, and a myriad of flies buzzing and humming in the shape of a pennon from
behind his shining POW. Perhaps Captain B[urnet], of the City Guard, is of
the set. He has a brother a farmer about Woodhouselee,’ and they intend to
call there and be treated to a check of lamb, or something of that kind, with a
glass of spirits and water ; for really the day is very warm. The talk is of Sir
Ralph Abercromby, and General Brune, and the Duke of York, and the Texal :
or a more interesting subject still, the last week’s proceedings of the Edinburgh
Volunteers in the Links.”
Captai6 Burnet was also one of the well-known Lawnmarket Club, described
in the Traditions as a dram-drinking, newsmongering, facetious set of citizens,
who met every morning about seven o’clock ; and after proceeding to the Post
Office to ascertain the news, generally adjourned to a public-house, and refreshed
themselves with a libation of brandy.”
In the parish of Liberton, about four miles south of Edinburgh, on the road to Penicuik,
Straiton, possessed by Mr. Jamieson, waa the property of James Johnstone, Esq., M.P. for the
Stirling district of burghs.
The writer of this haa been under a mistake.
Although this may have been the practice of the Club, it is proper to atate that Mr. Burnet
He was, however, a keen
Mr. Burnet’s brother waa a farmer at Seton.
was au exception.
politician, and much interested in’ the news of the day.
He waa not known to indulge in morning drama.