Memoir of Archibald Campbell Swinton. 377 



Lord Brougham Chancellor of Edinburgh University in 1860, 

 and he took part, as usual, in their installation. But the happy 

 turns of expression, and the genial spirit in which he uniformly 

 performed this task, whether the candidate agreed or did 

 not agree with his opinions, were the theme of universal 

 admiration, and I never knew him fail. 



1862 was the last year in which he retained his position as 

 professor. The estate of Kimmerghame, with the new house, 

 made demands upon his time and presence which he found 

 incompatible with continuing his exertions in his class, and 

 consequently thus ended his career at the Bar. For the rest 

 he was simply an intelligent, cultivated, and hard working 

 country gentleman. But before his departure he had the 

 satisfaction of having a tribute paid to him, by which he was 

 not unnaturally greatly gratified, and which, of its kind was, 

 if not unprecedented, at least unusual. In view of his 

 approaching resignation of liis Chair and departure from his 

 residence in Edinburgh, a number of his friends invited him 

 to a semi-public dinner. Sir William Stirling-Maxwell of Keir 

 presided, and Sir William Gibson-Craig was the croupier. 

 There were present men of all o[)inions and of all [(olitical 

 proclivities: several judges — including the Lord Justice-General 

 and the Lord Justice-Clerk, Lords Curriehill, Ardmillan, 

 Neaves, Jerviswoode, , and Ormidale ; Sir Hugh Campbell, Sir 

 David Dundas, Sir John Marjori hanks, Mr Campbell of 

 Blythswood, Mr David Mure, M.P., and a long list in 

 addition. 



I have been allowed to consult a little volume containing not 

 only the announcement of the dinner and a copy of the Menu 

 and of the toasts, but a variety of private letters which the 

 family received on the subject afterwards, ex[)ressive of the 

 satisfaction with which the writers had regarded the proceedings 

 of the evening. I shall not quote from these, but I had the 

 pleasure of being present myself, and I can only say that 

 the tribute was a most flattering one to Swinton, and was 

 exceedingly gratifying to his friends. One feature of the 

 evening's proceedings was a song written for the occasion by 

 Lord Neaves, of which I shall simply quote one stanza as 

 expressive of its general character and bearing. The second 

 stanza runs thus : — 



