I had a quarrel with the American on politics

The Confederate privateer Alabama, built in England for the Confederate States Navy, caused disorder and devastation in the shipping of the North during the American Civil War, in years 1862-1864. The prolonged negotiations over the US Government’s claim for compensation from Britain strained relations between the 2 countries, until (Dec. 1871) an Arbitration Tribunal awarded the compensation for damage.

Four Great Scotsmen is a project on which RLS is working.

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 1, 224, dated Jan. 26, and 234, dated Feb. 6].

To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, pp. 132-133]

[Menton, January 1874.]

[…] Last night I had a quarrel with the American on politics. It is odd how it irritates you to hear certain political statements made. He was excited, and he began suddenly to abuse our conduct to America. I, of course, admitted right and left that we had behaved disgracefully (as we had); until somehow I got tired of turning alternate cheeks and getting duly buffeted; and when he said that the Alabama money had not wiped out the injury, I suggested, in language (I remember) of admirable directness and force, that it was a pity they had taken the money in that case.

CSS Alabama, 1862-1864 [http://upload.wikimedia.org/]

CSS Alabama ,1862-1864 [http://www.marshall.edu/]

Lieut. Kell stands next to the ship’s wheel while Capt. Semmes leans on the Alabama’s 11 inch gun, Cape Horn, South Africa, August 19, 1863 [http://www.marshall.edu/]

He lost his temper at once, and cried out that his dearest wish was a war with England; whereupon I also lost my temper, and, thundering at the pitch of my voice, I left him and went away by myself to another part of the garden. A very tender reconciliation took place, and I think there will come no more harm out of it. We are both of us nervous people, and he had had a very long walk and a good deal of beer at dinner: that explains the scene a little. But I regret having employed so much of the voice with which I have been endowed, as I fear every person in the hotel was taken into confidence as to my sentiments, just at the very juncture when neither the sentiments nor (perhaps) the language had been sufficiently considered.

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Friday. […] You have not yet heard of my book? […] – Four Great Scotsmen – John Knox, David Hume, Robert Burns, Walter Scott. These, their lives, their work, the social media in which they lived and worked, with, if I can so make it, the strong current of the race making itself felt underneath and throughout – this is my idea. You must tell me what you think of it. The Knox will really be new matter, as his life hitherto has been disgracefully written, and the events are romantic and rapid; the character very strong, salient, and worthy; much interest as to the future of Scotland, and as to that part of him which was truly modern under his Hebrew disguise.

John Knox (1514-1572) [http://nyx.uky.edu/]

Hume, of course, the urbane, cheerful, gentlemanly, letter-writing eighteenth century, full of attraction, and much that I don’t yet know as to his work.

David Hume (1711-1776), by A. Ramsay, 1766 [http://upload.wikimedia.org/]

Burns, the sentimental side that there is in most Scotsmen, his poor troubled existence, how far his poems were his personally, and how far national, the question of the framework of society in Scotland, and its fatal effect upon the finest natures.

Robert Burns (1759-1796), by A. Nasmyth, 1787 [http://www.wikigallery.org/]

Scott again, the ever delightful man, sane, courageous, admirable; the birth of Romance, in a dawn that was a sunset; snobbery, conservatism, the wrong thread in History, and notably in that of his own land.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), by C. Smith, 1829 [http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/]

Voilà, madame, le menu. Comment le trouvez-vous? Il y a de la bonne viande, si on parvient à la cuire convenablement.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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