Duke of Buccleuch

And you know, that's, that's very possibly true.

Back in the day, um, the Duke of Buccleuch was the convener of Roxburgh Council.

Nice.

You know, there's, there's all...

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Midwestern city for three generations.

The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch.

But the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.

I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him, with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father's office.

The receipts are enormous, I'm told." "Ay, and it's muckle ye'll be telt ye'll never read in the guide-book.

Port, are ye saying? Ha' ye no thought o' Leith, or ye bonnie sands and gardens o' Portobello, or Granton forbye, wi' the three braw piers o' the Duke o' Buccleuch? Ye'll no be kenning there are a' ports o' Edinburgh, maybe." "But how about the shipbuilding on the Clyde?" "And what wad ye make o' that? How ony mon in his senses could gang to think sic jockry packery wi' the grand bruin ayont the Cowgate is mair than ever I could win to understand.

It's by order frae, and dinna look to decisions frae the clever and leese o' book muckle things.

'Twas Allan Ramsay himsel' said, 'Mony ane opens their pack and sells nae wares.' It's onco strange that a body should tak' nae notice o' the learning, and the grand courts, and the three hundred congregations and other bonnie kirks we hae in Edinburgh, but must ever be speering o' the siller.

Uh, oh, yeah.

So I was honored enough to be able to make him an honorary member of the Dandie Club of America, Mike Macbeth, Paul Keevil, and to the Duke of Buccleuch, he is the cousin to the king.

And it is he that I've met three different times.

He is such a wonderful gentleman.

... which I wear every single day.

And my friends will be with me, and somebody say, "Oh, I love that dog.

What kind of dog is that? Is that a poodle?" "No, it's a Dandie Dinmont." And then I go into my whole spiel on the history, because the history being, and then it was Sir Walter Scott, and, you know, wrote about the Dandie Dinmont, and of course, the Duke of Buccleuch, because the tartan that we have, the official tartan, is a black and white tartan, and that tartan was the ownership and the personal tartan of Sir Walter Scott, given by the Duke of Buccleuch, his cousin.

Oh, my gosh.

The well-known Gladstones or Gladstone has nothing to do with glad, but is from gleed, an old word for the kite, and commemorates some stone where these birds frequented.

Buccleuch is from the killing of a buck in a cleugh or ravine.

The Christian names of the borderers are full of life and local colour, and differ much from those of southern England.

Bartram is the northern form of Bertram, Nigel of Neil, Gellan of Julian, Wringan of Ninian.

But after much fighting, the rebels were defeated, and 74 of their leaders were executed on the city walls.

When Mary Queen of Scots was imprisoned in Carlisle in fifteen sixty-eight, it was vainly besieged by a force that sought to rescue her.

But less than thirty years afterwards, in fifteen ninety-six, by a bold stroke of daring, Lord Scott of Buccleuch succeeded in surprising the castle and in liberating the well-known freebooter, Kinmont Willie.

When King James united England and Scotland, the troubles of Carlisle might have been thought to be over.

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations.

The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we’re descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather’s brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.

I never saw this great-uncle, but I’m supposed to look like him—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father’s office.

I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War.

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Midwestern city for three generations.

The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch.

But the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.

I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him, with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father's office.

The well-known Gladstones or Gladstone has nothing to do with glad, but is from gleed, an old word for the kite, and commemorates some stone where these birds frequented.

Buccleuch is from the killing of a buck in a clew or ravine.

The Christian names of the Borderers are full of life and local colour, and differ much from those of southern England.

Bartram is the northern form of Bertram; Nigel of Neil; Jellon of Julian; Wringan of Ninian.

But after much fighting, the rebels were defeated, and seventy-four of their leaders were executed on the city walls.

When Mary, Queen of Scots, was imprisoned in Carlisle in fifteen sixty-eight, it was vainly besieged by a force that sought to rescue her.

But less than thirty years afterwards, in fifteen ninety-six, by a bold stroke of daring, Lord Scott of Buccleuch succeeded in surprising the castle and in liberating the well-known freebooter, Kinmont Willie.

When King James united England and Scotland, the troubles of Carlisle might have been thought to be over.

The Duchess mark'd his weary pace, His timid mien and reverend face; And bade her page the menials tell That they should tend the old man well: For she had known adversity, Though born in such a high degree, In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb.

When kindness had his wants supplied, And the old man was gratified, Began to rise his minstrel pride; And he began to talk anon Of good Earl Francis, dead and gone, And of Earl Walter, rest him God! A braver ne'er to battle rode: And how full many a tale he knew Of the old warriors of Buccleuch; And would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain? Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet the sooth to speak; That if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.

The humble boon was soon obtained; The aged minstrel audience gained: But when he reached the room of state, Where she with all her ladies sate, Perchance he wished his boon denied; For when to tune his harp he tried, His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please; And scenes long past of joy and pain Came wildering o'er his aged brain; He tried to tune his harp in vain.

The pitying duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart and gave him time, Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony.