r. m. o.

I went to Fortune’s; found nobody in the house but Captain James Gordon of Ellon. He and I drank five bottles of claret and were most profound politicians. He pressed me to take another; but my stomach was against it. I walked off very gravely though much intoxicated.

Ranged through the streets till, having run hard down the Advocates’ Close, which is very steep, I found myself on a sudden bouncing down an almost perpendicular stone stair. I could not stop, but when I came to the bottom of it, fell with a good deal of violence, which sobered me much.

It was amazing that I was not killed or very much hurt; I only bruised my right heel severely. I stopped at Sir George’s.