James Hogg

Robert Pearse Gillies, 1813 ca.; Memoirs of a Literary Veteran (1851) 2:130.

I believe no member of the "learned" faculty of advocates saw so much of James Hogg as I did; also that I was the first who brought him into repute as a welcome guest among what are called the upper classes of society, meaning by such the better and more artificially educated classes; in which purpose of mine the late Lady Williamson (widow of Sir Hedworth) aided me by her dinner parties. On the first of these occasions during dessert, the Shepherd was painfully puzzled, for not having till then met with ice-cream in the shape (as he said) of a "fine het puddin," he took, incautiously, a large spoonful, whereupon with much anxiety and tearful eyes, he appealed to me — "Eh, man, d'ye think that Lady Williamson keeps ony whuskey?" to which I replied instantly, that I did not think but was quite certain upon that point; accordingly the butler, at my request, brought him a petite verre, by which he was restored to entire comfort and well-being.