If, however, the _Life of Schiller_ was begun in Edinburgh, it was not
finished there. The University session of 1822–3 over, and the spring
and summer of 1823 having come, the Bullers, with that aptitude for
change of residence which characterises retired Indians and people with
plenty of money, had removed to the mansion of Kinnaird in Perthshire,
situated on the river Tay, some miles to the north of Dunkeld. Carlyle
and his tutorship of young Charles and Arthur Buller had, accordingly,
been transferred thither. He must have been there early in June 1823;
for a letter of his is extant, dated from Kinnaird House on the 17th of
that month, in which he describes his first sight of Dunkeld and its old
cathedral, with Dunsinane Hill, and the position of old Birnam Wood in
the neighbourhood, and his thoughts in those spots of “the immortal
link-boy” that had made them famous. The same letter gives an
interesting glimpse of his own mood in the first month of his Tayside
residence with the Bullers. “Some time hence,” he says to his
correspondent, Thomas Mitchell, “when you are seated in your peaceful
manse,—you at one side of the parlour fire, Mrs. M. at the other, and
two or three little M.’s, fine chubby urchins, hopping about the
carpet,—you will suddenly observe the door fly open, and a tall, meagre,
careworn figure stalk forward, his grave countenance lightened by
unusual smiles in the certainty of meeting a cordial welcome. This
knight of the rueful visage will, in fact, mingle with the group for a
season, and be merry as the merriest, though his looks are sinister. I
warn you to make provision for such emergencies. In process of time I
too must have my own peculiar hearth; wayward as my destiny has hitherto
been, perplexed and solitary as my path of life still is, I never cease
to reckon on yet paying scot and lot on my own footing.”[40] From the
_Reminiscences_, where we learn that he was at this time persevering
with his _Life of Schiller_, we have his later recollection of those
summer and autumn months, and on into late autumn, in Kinnaird House:—
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