The last suit worn by him--drab trousers, striped waistcoat, dark-green coat with white metal buttons, and light fawn beaver hat. 'When I was at Abbotsford I saw in a glass case the last clothes Scott wore. Among them an old white hat, which seemed to be tumbled and bent and broken by the uneasy, purposeless wandering hither and thither of his heavy head. It so embodied Lockhart's pathetic description of him when he tried to write and laid down his pen and cried, that it associated itself in my mind with broken power and mental weakness from that hour' (Charles Dickens, 1851). Bust of Wordsworth. 'So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness.' DINING-ROOM. The Dining-room--'his own great parlour'--is not open to the public. It was the first room of any pretensions that Scott built at Abbotsford (it is 30 feet in length, including a considerable bow, 17 feet in breadth and 12 feet high), and much care was expended on its design and decoration. He adorned the walls with portraits of his ancestors, and, says Lockhart, 'he seemed never to weary of perusing them.' It was here, too, as has been already said, that the final tragedy was played out. Walter Scott. Sir Walter's great-grandfather, known as 'Beardie,' from a vow which he made never to shave his beard till the Stuarts were restored. 'With amber beard and flaxen hair, And reverend apostolic air, Small thought was his, in after time, E'er to be hitch'd into a rhyme. The simple sire could only boast That he was loyal to his cost; The banish'd race of kings revered, And lost his land--but kept his beard.' Painter unknown. Robert Scott, of Sandyknowe. Sir Walter's grandfather. 'The thatch'd mansion's grey-hair'd sire, Wise without learning, plain and good, And sprung of Scotland's gentle blood.' Painter unknown. Professor Rutherford. Sir Walter's maternal grandfather, Professor of Medicine in the University of Edinburgh, 'one to whom the school of medicine in our northern metropolis owes its rise, and a man distinguished for professional talent, for lively wit, and for literary acquirements.' Painter unknown. [Illustration: THE DINING-ROOM, ABBOTSFORD] 'Forth went a shadowy hand And touched him on the brow; Calmly he laid his wand Aside, and shook the sand-- Death, is it thou? Slow o'er his reverend head The darkness crept, While nations round his bed Stood still, and wept!' Walter Scott, W.S. Sir Walter's father, 'a most just, honourable, and conscientious man. He passed from the cradle to the grave without making an enemy or losing a friend.' Painter unknown. Mrs. Scott. Anne Rutherford, Sir Walter's mother, 'short of stature and by no means comely.' Painter unknown. Thomas Scott.