saying, maister," replied the
litigious northerner; "there's no' a puir man in a' Scotland need want a
freen' or fear a foe, sae lang as Hairry Erskine lives."

When the autocratic reign of Henry Dundas as Lord Advocate was for a
time eclipsed, Henry Erskine was his successor in the Whig interest. In
his good-humoured way Dundas proposed to lend Erskine his embroidered
gown, suggesting that it would not be long before he (Dundas) would
again be in office. "Thank you," said Hairry, "I am well aware it is
made to suit any party, but it will never be said of me that I assumed
the abandoned habits of my predecessor."

Having been speaking in the Outer House at the Bar of Lord Swinton, a
very good, but a very slow and deaf judge, Erskine was called away to
Lord Braxfield's Court. On appearing his lordship said: "Well, Dean" (he
was then Dean of the Faculty of Advocates), "what is this you've been
talking so loudly about to my Lord Swinton?"--"About a cask of whisky,
my lord, but I found it no easy matter to make it run in his lordship's
head."

He was once defending a client, a lady of the name of Tickell, before
one of the judges who was an intimate friend, and he opened his
address to his lordship in these terms: "Tickell, my client, my lord."
But the judge was equal to the occasion and interrupted him by saying:
"Tickle her yourself, Harry, you're as able to do it as I am."

Lord Balmuto was a ponderous judge and not very "gleg in the uptak" (did
not readily see a point), and retained the utmost gravity while the
whole Court was convulsed with laughter at some joke of the witty Dean.
Hours later, when another case was being heard, the judge would suddenly
exclaim: "Eh, Maister Hairry, a' hae ye noo, a' hae ye noo, vera guid,
vera guid."

Hugo Arnot, a brother advocate, a tall, cadaverous-looking man, who
suffered from asthma, was one day munching a speldin (a sun-dried
whiting or small haddock, a favourite article supplied at that time, and
till a generation ago, by certain Edinburgh shops). Erskine coming up to
Arnot, the latter explained that he was having his lunch. "So I see,"
said Harry, "and you're very like your meat." On another occasion these
two worthies were discussing future punishment for errors of the flesh,
Arnot taking a liberal, and Erskine a strongly Calvinist view. As they
were parting Erskine said to Arnot, referring to his spare figure:

"For ---- and blasphemy by the mercy of heaven
To