serious umbrage at the conduct of Dempster; and he had to take his vast
learning and his impracticable temper elsewhere.
This is a digression; but Thomas Dempster is a good type of those
Scotsmen who brought over to us, from their own energetic practice, the
observance of the Continental notions of the independence and power of
the universities. His experience was ample and varied. He imbibed a
tinge of the Anglican system at Pembroke Hall, Cambridge. Besides
serving and commanding in different colleges at Paris, he held office at
Louvain, Rome, Douay, Tournay, Navarre, Toulouse, Montpelier, Pisa, and
Bologna. A man who has performed important functions in all these places
may well be called a citizen of the world. At the same time, his
connections with them were generally of a kind not likely to pass from
the memory of those who came in contact with him. He was a sort of
roving Bentley, who, not contented with sitting down surrounded by the
hostility of nearly all the members of one university, went about like a
roaring lion, seeking whom he might attack and insult, and left behind
him wherever he went the open wounds of his sword, or of his scarcely
less direful pen, scattered thickly around him. He was one of those who,
as Anthony Arnaud said of himself, are to expect tranquillity only in a
removal from that sublunary world in which, like pieces of clockwork
wound up, they are doomed to a ceaseless motion during their vitality.
Thomas Dempster has many sins to answer for, and at this day the most
conspicuous of them is the cool impudence wherewith, in his _Historia
Literaria Gentis Scotorum_, he makes every man whose birthplace is not
notorious, and whose name gives any excuse for dubiety, a Scotsman—as,
for instance, Macrobius, who is claimed in virtue of his _Mac_, and in
forgetfulness that his is a Greek name, signifying long-lifed. Yet peace
to our countryman’s long dispersed ashes. He was a fine type of the
fervent, energetic, brave, enduring national character; and the
ungoverned waywardness of his career was an earnest of what his
countrymen might achieve when a better day should dawn upon their poor
distracted land.
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