This happy life went on until his mother’s death in December, 1839; she died, at the age of forty-eight, of the painful disease to which her son afterwards succumbed. When James, being then eight years old, was told that she was now in heaven, he said: “Oh, I’m so glad! Now she’ll have no more pain.”
After this his aunt, Miss Jane Cay, took a mother’s place. The problem of his education had to be faced, and the first attempts were not successful. A tutor had been engaged during Mrs. Maxwell’s last illness, and he, it seems, tried to coerce Clerk Maxwell into learning; but such treatment failed, and in 1841, when ten years old, he began his school-life at the Edinburgh Academy.
School-life at first had its hardships. Maxwell’s appearance, his first day at school, in Galloway home-spun and square-toed shoes with buckles, was more than his fellows could stand. “Who made those shoes?” they asked[4]; and the reply they received was—
“Div ye ken ’twas a man,
And he lived in a house,
In whilk was a mouse.”
He returned to Heriot Row that afternoon, says Professor Campbell, “with his tunic in rags and wanting the skirt, his neat frill rumpled and torn—himself excessively amused by his experiences and showing not the slightest sign of irritation.”
No. 31, Heriot Row, was the house of his widowed aunt, Mrs. Wedderburn, Mr. Maxwell’s sister; and this, with occasional intervals when he was with Miss Cay, was his home for the next eight or nine years. Mr. Maxwell himself, during this period, spent much of his time in Edinburgh, living with his sister during most of the winter and returning to Glenlair for the spring and summer.
Much of what we know of Clerk Maxwell’s life during this period comes from the letters which passed between him and his father. They tell us of the close intimacy and affection which existed between the two, of the boy’s eager desire to please and amuse his father in the dull solitude of Glenlair, and his father’s anxiety for his welfare and progress.
Professor Campbell was his schoolfellow, and records events of those years in which he shared, which bring clearly before us what Clerk Maxwell was like. Thus he writes[5]:—