white hat turned up with green, green spectacles, green
jacket, and long brown leather gaiters buttoned upon his
nether anatomy, wore a dog-whistle round his neck, and had
all over the air of as resolute a devotee as the gay captain
of Huntly Burn. Tom Purdie and his subalterns had preceded
us by a few hours with all the greyhounds that could be
collected at Abbotsford, Darnick, and Melrose; but the giant
Maida had remained as his master's orderly, and now
gambolled about Sibyl Grey, barking for mere joy, like a
spaniel puppy.

"The order of march had been all settled, and the sociable
was just getting under weigh, when _the Lady Anne_ broke
from the line, screaming with laughter, and exclaimed,
'Papa! papa! I know you could never think of going without
your pet.' Scott looked round, and I rather think there was
a blush as well as a smile upon his face, when he perceived
a little black pig frisking about his pony, and evidently a
self-elected addition to the party of the day. He tried to
look stern, and cracked his whip at the creature, but was in
a moment obliged to join in the general cheers. Poor piggy
soon found a strap round his neck, and was dragged into the
background. Scott, watching the retreat, repeated with mock
pathos the first verse of an old pastoral song:--

"What will I do gin my hoggie die?
My joy, my pride, my hoggie!
My only beast, I had nae mae,
And wow! but I was vogie!"

The cheers were redoubled, and the squadron moved on. This
pig had taken, nobody could tell how, a most sentimental
attachment to Scott, and was constantly urging its
pretension to be admitted a regular member of his _tail_,
along with the greyhounds and terriers; but indeed I
remember him suffering another summer under the same sort of
pertinacity on the part of an affectionate hen. I leave the
explanation for philosophers; but such were the facts. I
have too much respect for the vulgarly calumniated donkey to
name him in the same category of pets with the pig and the
hen; but a year or two after this time, my wife used to
drive a couple of these animals in a little garden chair,
and whenever her father appeared at the door of our cottage,
we were sure to see Hannah More and Lady Morgan (as Anne