LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA RIVERSIDE Ex Libris ISAAC FOOT " JOHN MILLER GRAY Two hundred and twenty-five copies printed. JOHN MILLER GEAY ti MEMOIR AND REMAINS IN TWO VOLUMES VOL. I EDINBURGH DAVID DOUGLAS 1895 ftCJ 073 /.I. PREFACE THIS little book is the outcome of a desire on the part of his friends for some per- manent memorial of the life and work of one who was not only regarded by them with feelings of high esteem, but whose attractive personality inspired warm affec- tion in those who knew him best. The few pages which deal with his biography are the brief record of a career cut short before it had attained the plenitude of its power : still, there was more than promise ; there was performance of a very substantial kind, performance which would certainly have led to wider recognition and higher preferment had life been spared. No attempt has been made to write an VI PREFACE elaborate memoir ; such indeed would have been out of place. But some of his more intimate friends (to whom all courteous thanks are due for their trouble) have written of him as he appeared to them in personal intercourse, and from other points of view : a chapter, too, has been added, indicating to some extent the work which he was able to accomplish. In selecting the articles for reproduction regard has been had not merely to their individual excellence, but also to their representative character. In papers like those on the " Holiday in Arran," and " The Old Edinburgh Street," the author's power of descriptive writing is well exemplified; his knowledge of history and portraiture is seen in the article on "Pinkie House"; his critical ability displays itself in the re- views of the works of his favourite writers, and the lecture on engraving shows how he had educated himself in its technical PREFACE vii processes, a familiarity with which was of value to him in the discharge of his duties. Thanks are due to the proprietors of the Academy and the Magazine of Art for liberty to reprint the articles which origi- nally appeared in those Magazines. J. BALFOUK PAUL. W. R. MACDONALD. CONTENTS VOL. I PACK PREFACE v PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS BY MRS. M. M. TURN- BULL 3 WORK IN LITERATURE AND ART, BY J. BALFOUR PAUL, LYON KING OF ARMS .... 33 RECOLLECTIONS BY MICHAEL FIELD ... 79 ART CRITICISM BY W. D. MACKAY, R.S.A. . . 99 PAPERS AND CRITICISMS AN HOUR IN AN OLD LIBRARY . . .113 NOTES OF HOLIDAYS IN ARRAN . . . 125 REVIEW OF BROWNING'S PACCHIAROTTO . 137 OBITUARY OF JOHN BROWN, M.D. . . . 149 REVIEW OF SHARP'S ROSSETTI . . .157 VOL. I. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PORTRAIT, Frontispiece " J. M. GRAY PASSETH A BOOK SHOP," . face p. 113 COAT-OF-ARMS, 164 PEKSONAL RECOLLECTIONS BY MRS. M. M. TURNBULL VOL. I. CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH T OOKING back to those early times when -*^ John Gray, my brother, and I were children together, there is much that is vague and misty; but one vivid picture detaches itself, and remains clearly imprinted on my memory. It is that of two figures, seen almost every day, but full of pathetic contrast even to a child's unheeding eyes. One, an old man, with face lined and wrinkled, his shaggy eyebrows overhanging deep-set thought- ful eyes, his expression grave but not unkindly ; slightly lame, he leant heavily on a stick, while beside him there walked a small fair boy, the child of his old age, and his insepar- able companion. His mother had died at his birth, and 1 recall the childish wonderment with which I heard the servants talk, of how as a baby he was not expected to live, how he was wrapped in wadding, and indeed owed his life to the 4 JOHN MILLER GRAY care and devotion of his old nurse Jeanie. Even then that delicacy was plainly visible, a quite uncommon fineness marking him out from the ordinary child. His hair of a light brown colour waved thickly over smooth high temples, his skin and complexion were ex- ceedingly fair, and one eyelid, the right one, drooped heavily over that eye, half hiding it, and giving a dreamy expression to the face. This must have been about the year 1857, when he was seven years old. We had come to live in Edinburgh, and they were our next- door neighbours in Craigie Terrace. A mutual passage ran between the back gardens, into which two doors opened doors that generally stood open so that the little fellow could run out and in, joining us in our play, borrowing our story-books, and evidently rejoicing in the companionship of children about his own age. When my pet chaffinch Jacky Doodles by name died (it is to be feared of hunger), my remorse found vent, as many an older person's has done since, in an elaborate funeral. Of course, Johnny Gray was formally invited, and appeared, solemn and sympathetic, at the obsequies in the back garden. CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH 5 As time went on my brother used to amuse himself painting landscapes in water-colours from copies, and our little neighbour im- mediately set to work too. Each production of my brother was carried off next door, to be copied in even more uncertain and fainter lines, and these efforts were duly submitted by an anxious, expectant little face, for the elder boy's verdict. Thus, happily eluding the drudgery of drawing and perspective, he made his first plunge into art. Then, too, he entered the enchanted land of romance, by the gateway, for him as for so many, of the Waverley Novels. We had a nice old edition, with illustrations by Turner and Cruikshank, and these volumes he bor- rowed in turn down to ' Count Robert of Paris,' for his father (who was a grave, austere man, belonging to the Quaker persuasion) did not possess works of fiction, though he appears to have allowed his son to read them. He and my brother both went to Mr. Munro's school in Middleby Street, New- ington ; and from what he afterwards told me, his favourite class was that of English litera- ture, taught by Mr. Crabbe, a man of fine 6 JOHN MILLER GRAY discrimination, with a faculty for leading his pupils to recognise and love the true and beautiful in poetry and literature generally. One morning there was great consternation in the school, as news spread of the failure of the Western Bank. On retiring from business Mr. Gray had invested his fortune, some six or seven thousand pounds, mostly in shares of that Bank, and on him and his son the blow fell heavily. Calls had to be met, and any other property had to be sold to meet them. He and his son were ruined. The sterling character of old Mr. Gray had rendered him much respected not only by his friends in Edinburgh, but by others in England. They rallied round him in his time of trouble, and raised a fund sufficient to purchase back his house and furniture and to provide a slender provision for his remaining days. So father and son continued to live on in Craigie Terrace, and the faithful and resourceful Jeanie eked out the small income by taking boarders, declaring at the same time she would take no wages if such were not forthcoming. This sad reverse of fortune undoubtedly changed the whole course of John Gray's life. CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH 7 It deprived him of a University career, and even his schooling was curtailed ; for while still a boy he went to serve his apprenticeship in the Newington Branch of the Bank of Scot- land, an opening offered by a kind friend, and gratefully accepted by his father, but one unutterably repugnant and irksome to him. Before this happened we had removed from Craigie Terrace ; and though the distance to Blacket Place was not far, we did not see so much of our little playmate. He still came and went with story-books, and water-colour copies, and joined us on Saturday afternoons in long rambles over Arthur's Seat and the Salisbury Crags. On one of the slopes we had found a natural cavern, made by a huge rock, resting on a smaller one. Here we played at Robinson Crusoe, or brigands, or whatever was wild and adventurous, and here the smoke of our fire discovered us choking and with smarting eyes to the Park Kanger, by whom we were summarily evicted. My brother re- members how he and some school companions dared him to climb up a steep rock on the Haggis Knowe, and how he scrambled bravely up by a crack running vertically in the rock, *1