E-text prepared by David Edwards, Diane Monico, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page images generously made available by Internet Archive (http://www.archive.org) Note: Images of the original pages are available through Internet Archive. See http://www.archive.org/details/edinburghelevenp00barrrich AN EDINBURGH ELEVEN Pencil Portraits from College Life by J. M. BARRIE Author of "The Little Minister," "A Window in Thrums," "When a Man's Single," "Auld Licht Idylls," etc. New York Lovell, Coryell & Company 5 And 7 East Sixteenth Street CONTENTS. PAGE I. LORD ROSEBERY, 7 II. PROFESSOR MASSON, 19 III. PROFESSOR BLACKIE, 31 IV. PROFESSOR CALDERWOOD, 41 V. PROFESSOR TAIT, 53 VI. PROFESSOR FRASER, 67 VII. PROFESSOR CHRYSTAL, 77 VIII. PROFESSOR SELLAR, 91 IX. MR. JOSEPH THOMSON, 105 X. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON, 115 XI. REV. WALTER C. SMITH, D.D., 129 LORD ROSEBERY. I. LORD ROSEBERY. The first time I ever saw Lord Rosebery was in Edinburgh when I was a student, and I flung a clod of earth at him. He was a peer; those were my politics. I missed him, and I have heard a good many journalists say since then that he is a difficult man to hit. One who began by liking him and is now scornful, which is just the reverse process from mine, told me the reason why. He had some brochures to write on the Liberal leaders, and got on nicely till he reached Lord Rosebery, where he stuck. In vain he walked round his lordship, looking for an opening. The man was naturally indignant; he is the father of a family. Lord Rosebery is forty-one years of age, and has missed many opportunities of becoming the bosom friend of Lord Randolph Churchill. They were at Eton together and at Oxford, and have met since. As a boy, the Liberal played at horses, and the Tory at running off with other boys' caps. Lord Randolph was the more distinguished at the university. One day a proctor ran him down in the streets smoking in his cap and gown. The undergraduate remarked on the changeability of the weather, but the proctor, gasping at such bravado, demanded his name and college. Lord Randolph failed to turn up next day at St. Edmund Hall to be lectured, but strolled to the proctor's house about dinner-time. "Does a fellow, name of Moore, live here?" he asked. The footman contrived not to faint. "He do," he replied, severely; "but he are at dinner." "Ah! take him in my card," said the unabashed caller. The Merton books tell that for this the noble lord was fined ten pounds.