The Annals of the Parish
 Or, the Chronicle of Dalmailing During the Ministry of the Rev. Micah Balwhidder

Transcribed from the 1910 T. N. Foulis edition by David Price, email

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ANNALS OF

THE PARISH

OR THE CHRONICLE OF DAL-

MAILING DURING THE MINISTRY

OF THE REV. MICAH BALWHID-

DER. WRITTEN BY HIMSELF

AND ARRANGED AND EDITED BY

JOHN GALT

ILLUSTRATED IN COLOUR BY

HENRY W. KERR, R.S.A.

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T.N.FOULIS

London & Edinburgh

1 9 1 0

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_September_ 1910

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_Printed by Turnbull & Spears_, _Edinburgh_

INTRODUCTION

IN the same year, and on the same day of the same month, that his Sacred

Majesty King George, the third of the name, came to his crown and

kingdom, I was placed and settled as the minister of Dalmailing. {1}

When about a week thereafter this was known in the parish, it was thought

a wonderful thing, and everybody spoke of me and the new king as united

in our trusts and temporalities, marvelling how the same should come to

pass, and thinking the hand of Providence was in it, and that surely we

were preordained to fade and flourish in fellowship together; which has

really been the case: for in the same season that his Most Excellent

Majesty, as he was very properly styled in the proclamations for the

general fasts and thanksgivings, was set by as a precious vessel which

had received a crack or a flaw, and could only be serviceable in the way

of an ornament, I was obliged, by reason of age and the growing

infirmities of my recollection, to consent to the earnest entreaties of

the Session, and to accept of Mr. Amos to be my helper. I was long

reluctant to do so; but the great respect that my people had for me, and

the love that I bore towards them, over and above the sign that was given

to me in the removal of the royal candle-stick from its place, worked

upon my heart and understanding, and I could not stand out. So, on the

last Sabbath of the year 1810, I preached my last sermon, and it was a

moving discourse. There were few dry eyes in the kirk that day; for I

had been with the aged from the beginning—the young considered me as

their natural pastor—and my bidding them all farewell was, as when of old

among the heathen, an idol was taken away by the hands of the enemy.

At the close of the worship, and before the blessing, I addressed them in

a fatherly manner; and, although the kirk was fuller than ever I saw it

before, the fall of a pin might have been heard—at the conclusion there

was a sobbing and much sorrow. I said,

“My dear friends, I have now finished my work among you for ever. I have

often spoken to you from this place the words of truth and holiness; and,

had it been in poor frail human nature to practise the advice and

counselling that I have given in this pulpit to you, there would not need

to be any cause for sorrow on this occasion—the close and latter end of

my ministry. But, nevertheless, I have no reason to complain; and it

will be my duty to testify, in that place where I hope we are all one day

to meet again, that I found you a docile and a tractable flock, far more

than at first I could have expected. There are among you still a few,

but with grey heads and feeble hands now, that can remember the great

opposition that was made to my placing, and the stout part they

themselves took in the burly, because I was appointed by the patron; but

they have lived to see the error of their way, and to know that preaching

is the smallest portion of the duties of a faithful minister. I may not,

my dear friends, have applied my talent in the pulpit so effectually as

perhaps I might have done, considering the gifts that it pleased God to

give me in that way, and the education that I had in the Orthodox

University of Glasgow, as it was in the time of my youth; nor can I say

that, in the works of peace-making and charity, I have done all that I

should have done. But I have done my best, studying no interest but the

good that was to rise according to the faith in Christ Jesus.

“To my young friends I would, as a parting word, say, look to the lives

and conversation of your parents—they were plain, honest, and devout

Christians, fearing God and honouring the King. They believed the Bible

was the word of God; and, when they practised its precepts, they found,

by the good that came from them, that it was truly so. They bore in mind

the tribulation and persecution of their forefathers for righteousness’

sake, and were thankful for the quiet and protection of the government in

their day and generation. Their land was tilled with industry, and they

ate the bread of carefulness with a contented spirit, and, verily, they

had the reward of well-doing even in this world; for they beheld on all

sides the blessing of God upon the nation, and the tree growing, and the

plough going where the banner of the oppressor was planted of old, and

the war-horse trampled in the blood of martyrs. Reflect on this, my

young friends, and know, that the best part of a Christian’s duty in this

world of much evil, is to thole and suffer with resignation, as lang as

it is possible for human nature to do. I do not counsel passive

obedience: that is a doctrine that the Church of Scotland can never

abide; but the divine right of resistance, which, in the days of her

trouble, she so bravely asserted against popish and prelatic usurpations,

was never resorted to till the attempt was made to remove the ark of the

tabernacle from her. I therefore counsel you, my young friends, not to

lend your ears to those that trumpet forth their hypothetical politics;

but to believe that the laws of the land are administered with a good

intent, till in your own homes and dwellings ye feel the presence of the

oppressor—then, and not till then, are ye free to gird your loins for

battle—and woe to him, and woe to the land where that is come to, if the

sword be sheathed till the wrong be redressed.

“As for you, my old companions, many changes have we seen in our day; but

the change that we ourselves are soon to undergo will be the greatest of

all. We have seen our bairns grow to manhood—we have seen the beauty of

youth pass away—we have felt our backs become unable for the burthen, and

our right hand forget its cunning.—Our eyes have become dim, and our

heads grey—we are now tottering with short and feckless steps towards the

grave; and some, that should have been here this day, are bed-rid, lying,

as it were, at the gates of death, like Lazarus at the threshold of the

rich man’s door, full of ails and sores, and having no enjoyment but in

the hope that is in hereafter. What can I say to you but farewell! Our

work is done—we are weary and worn out, and in need of rest—may the rest

of the blessed be our portion!—and in the sleep that all must sleep,

beneath the cold blanket of the kirkyard grass, and on that clay pillow

where we must shortly lay our heads, may we have pleasant dreams, till we

are awakened to partake of the everlasting banquet of the saints in

glory!”

When I had finished, there was for some time a great solemnity throughout

the kirk; and, before giving the blessing, I sat down to compose myself,

for my heart was big, and my spirit oppressed with sadness.

As I left the pulpit, all the elders stood on the steps to hand me down,

and the tear was in every eye, and they helped me into the session-house;

but I could not speak to them, nor them to me. Then Mr. Dalziel, who was

always a composed and sedate man, said a few words of prayer, and I was

comforted therewith, and rose to go home to the manse; but in the

churchyard all the congregation was assembled, young and old, and they

made a lane for me to the back-yett that opened into the

manse-garden—Some of them put out their hands and touched me as I passed,

followed by the elders, and some of them wept. It was as if I was

passing away, and to be no more—verily, it was the reward of my

ministry—a faithful account of which, year by year, I now sit down, in

the evening of my days, to make up, to the end that I may bear witness to

the work of a beneficent Providence, even in the narrow sphere of my

parish, and the concerns of that flock of which it was His most gracious

pleasure to make me the unworthy shepherd.

CHAPTER I

YEAR 1760

THE Anno Domini one thousand seven hundred and sixty, was remarkable for

three things in the parish of Dalmailing.—First and foremost, there was

my placing; then the coming of Mrs. Malcolm with her five children to

settle among us; and next, my marriage upon my own cousin, Miss Betty

Lanshaw, by which the account of this year naturally divides itself into

three heads or portions.

First, of the placing.—It was a great affair; for I was put in by the

patron, and the people knew nothing whatsoever of me, and their hearts

were stirred into strife on the occasion, and they did all that lay

within the compass of their power to keep me out, insomuch, that there

was obliged to be a guard of soldiers to protect the presbytery; and it

was a thing that made my heart grieve when I heard the drum beating and

the fife playing as we were going to the kirk. The people were really

mad and vicious, and flung dirt upon us as we passed, and reviled us all,

and held out the finger of scorn at me; but I endured it with a resigned

spirit, compassionating their wilfulness and blindness. Poor old Mr.

Kilfuddy of the Braehill got such a clash of glar on the side of his

face, that his eye was almost extinguished.

When we got to the kirk door, it was found to be nailed up, so as by no

possibility to be opened. The sergeant of the soldiers wanted to break

it, but I was afraid that the heritors would grudge and complain of the

expense of a new door, and I supplicated him to let it be as it was: we

were, therefore, obligated to go in by a window, and the crowd followed

us in the most unreverent manner, making the Lord’s house like an inn on

a fair day, with their grievous yellyhooing. During the time of the

psalm and the sermon, they behaved themselves better, but when the

induction came on, their clamour was dreadful; and Thomas Thorl, the

weaver, a pious zealot in that time, he got up and protested, and said,

“Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that entereth not by the door into

the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a

robber.” And I thought I would have a hard and sore time of it with such

an outstrapolous people. Mr. Given, that was then the minister of

Lugton, was a jocose man, and would have his joke even at a solemnity.

When the laying of the hands upon me was adoing, he could not get near

enough to put on his, but he stretched out his staff and touched my head,

and said, to the great diversion of the rest, “This will do well enough,

timber to timber;” but it was an unfriendly saying of Mr. Given,

considering the time and the place, and the temper of my people.

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After the ceremony, we then got out at the window, and it was a heavy day

to me; but we went to the manse, and there we had an excellent dinner,

which Mrs. Watts of the new inns of Irville {9} prepared at my request,

and sent her chaise-driver to serve, for he was likewise her waiter, she

having then but one chaise, and that no often called for.

But, although my people received me in this unruly manner, I was resolved

to cultivate civility among them, and therefore, the very next morning I

began a round of visitations; but, oh! it was a steep brae that I had to

climb, and it needed a stout heart. For I found the doors in some places

barred against me; in others, the bairns, when they saw me coming, ran

crying to their mothers, “Here’s the feckless Mess-John!” and then, when

I went into the houses, their parents wouldna ask me to sit down, but

with a scornful way, said, “Honest man, what’s your pleasure here?”

Nevertheless, I walked about from door to door like a dejected beggar,

till I got the almous deed of a civil reception—and who would have

thought it?—from no less a person than the same Thomas Thorl that was so

bitter against me in the kirk on the foregoing day.

Thomas was standing at the door with his green duffle apron, and his red

Kilmarnock nightcap—I mind him as well as if it was but yesterday—and he

had seen me going from house to house, and in what manner I was rejected,

and his bowels were moved, and he said to me in a kind manner, “Come in,

sir, and ease yoursel’: this will never do, the clergy are God’s gorbies,

and for their Master’s sake it behoves us to respect them. There was no

ane in the whole parish mair against you than mysel’; but this early

visitation is a symptom of grace that I couldna have expectit from a bird

out the nest of patronage.” I thanked Thomas, and went in with him, and

we had some solid conversation together, and I told him that it was not

so much the pastor’s duty to feed the flock, as to herd them well; and

that, although there might be some abler with the head than me, there

wasna a he within the bounds of Scotland more willing to watch the fold

by night and by day. And Thomas said he had not heard a mair sound

observe for some time, and that, if I held to that doctrine in the

poopit, it wouldna be lang till I would work a change.—“I was mindit,”

quoth he, “never to set my foot within the kirk door while you were

there; but to testify, and no to condemn without a trial, I’ll be there

next Lord’s day, and egg my neighbours to be likewise, so ye’ll no have

to preach just to the bare walls and the laird’s family.”

I have now to speak of the coming of Mrs. Malcolm.—She was the widow of a

Clyde shipmaster, that was lost at sea with his vessel. She was a genty

body, calm and methodical. From morning to night she sat at her wheel,

spinning the finest lint, which suited well with her pale hands. She

never changed her widow’s weeds, and she was aye as if she had just been

ta’en out of a bandbox. The tear was aften in her e’e when the bairns

were at the school; but when they came home, her spirit was lighted up

with gladness, although, poor woman, she had many a time very little to

give them. They were, however, wonderful well-bred things, and took with

thankfulness whatever she set before them; for they knew that their

father, the breadwinner, was away, and that she had to work sore for

their bit and drap. I dare say, the only vexation that ever she had from

any of them, on their own account, was when Charlie, the eldest laddie,

had won fourpence at pitch-and-toss at the school, which he brought home

with a proud heart to his mother. I happened to be daunrin’ by at the

time, and just looked in at the door to say gude-night: it was a sad

sight. There was she sitting with the silent tear on her cheek, and

Charlie greeting as if he had done a great fault, and the other four

looking on with sorrowful faces. Never, I am sure, did Charlie Malcolm

gamble after that night.

I often wondered what brought Mrs. Malcolm to our clachan, instead of

going to a populous town, where she might have taken up a huxtry-shop, as

she was but of a silly constitution, the which would have been better for

her than spinning from morning to far in the night, as if she was in

verity drawing the thread of life. But it was, no doubt, from an honest

pride to hide her poverty; for when her daughter Effie was ill with the

measles—the poor lassie was very ill—nobody thought she could come

through, and when she did get the turn, she was for many a day a heavy

handful;—our session being rich, and nobody on it but cripple Tammy

Daidles, that was at that time known through all the country side for

begging on a horse, I thought it my duty to call upon Mrs. Malcolm in a

sympathising way, and offer her some assistance, but she refused it.

“No, sir,” said she, “I canna take help from the poor’s-box, although

it’s very true that I am in great need; for it might hereafter be cast up

to my bairns, whom it may please God to restore to better circumstances

when I am no to see’t; but I would fain borrow five pounds, and if, sir,

you will write to Mr. Maitland, that is now the Lord Provost of Glasgow,

and tell him that Marion Shaw would be obliged to him for the lend of

that soom, I think he will not fail to send it.”

I wrote the letter that night to Provost Maitland, and, by the retour of

the post, I got an answer, with twenty pounds for Mrs. Malcolm, saying,

“That it was with sorrow he heard so small a trifle could be

serviceable.” When I took the letter and the money, which was in a

bank-bill, she said, “This is just like himsel’.” She then told me that

Mr. Maitland had been a gentleman’s son of the east country, but driven

out of his father’s house, when a laddie, by his stepmother; and that he

had served as a servant lad with her father, who was the Laird of

Yillcogie, but ran through his estate, and left her, his only daughter,

in little better than beggary with her auntie, the mother of Captain

Malcolm, her husband that was. Provost Maitland in his servitude had

ta’en a notion of her; and when he recovered his patrimony, and had

become a great Glasgow merchant, on hearing how she was left by her

father, he offered to marry her, but she had promised herself to her

cousin the captain, whose widow she was. He then married a rich lady,

and in time grew, as he was, Lord Provost of the city; but his letter

with the twenty pounds to me, showed that he had not forgotten his first

love. It was a short, but a well-written letter, in a fair hand of

write, containing much of the true gentleman; and Mrs. Malcolm said, “Who

knows but out of the regard he once had for their mother, he may do

something for my five helpless orphans.”

Thirdly, Upon the subject of taking my cousin, Miss Betty Lanshaw, for my

first wife, I have little to say.—It was more out of a compassionate

habitual affection, than the passion of love. We were brought up by our

grandmother in the same house, and it was a thing spoken of from the

beginning, that Betty and me were to be married. So, when she heard that

the Laird of Breadland had given me the presentation of Dalmailing, she

began to prepare for the wedding; and as soon as the placing was well

over, and the manse in order, I gaed to Ayr, where she was, and we were

quietly married, and came home in a chaise, bringing with us her little

brother Andrew, that died in the East Indies, and he lived and was

brought up by us.

Now, this is all, I think, that happened in that year worthy of being

mentioned, except that at the sacrament, when old Mr. Kilfuddy was

preaching in the tent, it came on such a thunder-plump, that there was

not a single soul stayed in the kirkyard to hear him; for the which he

was greatly mortified, and never after came to our preachings.

CHAPTER II

YEAR 1761

IT was in this year that the great smuggling trade corrupted all the west

coast, especially the laigh lands about the Troon and the Loans. The tea

was going like the chaff, the brandy like well-water, and the wastrie of

all things was terrible. There was nothing minded but the riding of

cadgers by day, and excisemen by night—and battles between the smugglers

and the king’s men, both by sea and land. There was a continual

drunkenness and debauchery; and our session, that was but on the lip of

this whirlpool of iniquity, had an awful time o’t. I did all that was in

the power of nature to keep my people from the contagion: I preached

sixteen times from the text, “Render to Cæsar the things that are

Cæsar’s.” I visited, and I exhorted; I warned, and I prophesied; I told

them that, although the money came in like sclate stones, it would go

like the snow off the dyke. But for all I could do, the evil got in

among us, and we had no less than three contested bastard bairns upon our

hands at one time, which was a thing never heard of in a parish of the

shire of Ayr since the Reformation. Two of the bairns, after no small

sifting and searching, we got fathered at last; but the third, that was

by Meg Glaiks, and given to one Rab Rickerton, was utterly refused,

though the fact was not denied; but he was a termagant fellow, and

snappit his fingers at the elders. The next day he listed in the Scotch

Greys, who were then quartered at Ayr, and we never heard more of him,

but thought he had been slain in battle, till one of the parish, about

three years since, went up to London to lift a legacy from a cousin that

died among the Hindoos. When he was walking about, seeing the

curiosities, and among others Chelsea Hospital, he happened to speak to

some of the invalids, who found out from his tongue that he was a

Scotchman; and speaking to the invalids, one of them, a very old man,

with a grey head and a leg of timber, inquired what part of Scotland he

was come from; and when he mentioned my parish, the invalid gave a great

shout, and said he was from the same place himself; and who should this

old man be, but the very identical Rab Rickerton, that was art and part

in Meg Glaiks’ disowned bairn. Then they had a long converse together,

and he had come through many hardships, but had turned out a good

soldier; and so, in his old days, was an indoor pensioner, and very

comfortable; and he said that he had, to be sure, spent his youth in the

devil’s service, and his manhood in the king’s, but his old age was given

to that of his Maker, which I was blithe and thankful to hear; and he

enquired about many a one in the parish, the blooming and the green of

his time, but they were all dead and buried; and he had a contrite and

penitent spirit, and read his Bible every day, delighting most in the

Book of Joshua, the Chronicles, and the Kings.

Before this year, the drinking of tea was little known in the parish,

saving among a few of the heritors’ houses on a Sabbath evening; but now

it became very rife: yet the commoner sort did not like to let it be

known that they were taking to the new luxury, especially the elderly

women, who, for that reason, had their ploys in out-houses and by-places,

just as the witches lang syne had their sinful possets and

galravitchings; and they made their tea for common in the pint-stoup, and

drank it out of caps and luggies, for there were but few among them that

had cups and saucers. Well do I remember one night in harvest, in this

very year, as I was taking my twilight dauner aneath the hedge along the

back side of Thomas Thorl’s yard, meditating on the goodness of

Providence, and looking at the sheaves of victual on the field, that I

heard his wife, and two three other carlins, with their Bohea in the

inside of the hedge, and no doubt but it had a lacing of the conek, {17}

for they were all cracking like pen-guns. But I gave them a sign, by a

loud host, that Providence sees all, and it skailed the bike; for I heard

them, like guilty creatures, whispering, and gathering up their

truck-pots and trenchers, and cowering away home.

It was in this year that Patrick Dilworth (he had been schoolmaster of

the parish from the time, as his wife said, of Anna Regina, and before

the Rexes came to the crown), was disabled by a paralytic, and the

heritors, grudging the cost of another schoolmaster as long as he lived,

would not allow the session to get his place supplied, which was a wrong

thing, I must say, of them; for the children of the parishioners were

obliged, therefore, to go to the neighbouring towns for their schooling,

and the custom was to take a piece of bread and cheese in their pockets

for dinner, and to return in the evening always voracious for more, the

long walk helping the natural crave of their young appetites. In this

way Mrs. Malcolm’s two eldest laddies, Charlie and Robert, were wont to

go to Irville, and it was soon seen that they kept themselves aloof from

the other callans in the clachan, and had a genteeler turn than the

grulshy bairns of the cottars. Her bit lassies, Kate and Effie, were

better off; for some years before, Nanse Banks had taken up a teaching in

a garret-room of a house, at the corner where John Bayne has biggit the

sclate-house for his grocery-shop. Nanse learnt them reading and working

stockings, and how to sew the semplar, for twal-pennies a-week. She was

a patient creature, well cut out for her calling, with blear een, a pale

face, and a long neck, but meek and contented withal, tholing the dule of

this world with a Christian submission of the spirit; and her garret-room

was a cordial of cleanliness, for she made the scholars set the house in

order, time and time about, every morning; and it was a common remark for

many a day, that the lassies, who had been at Nanse Banks’s school, were

always well spoken of, both for their civility, and the trigness of their

houses when they were afterwards married. In short, I do not know, that

in all the long epoch of my ministry, any individual body did more to

improve the ways of the parishioners, in their domestic concerns, than

did that worthy and innocent creature, Nanse Banks, the schoolmistress;

and she was a great loss when she was removed, as it is to be hoped, to a

better world; but anent this I shall have to speak more at large

hereafter.

It was in this year that my patron, the Laird of Breadland, departed this

life, and I preached his funeral sermon; but he was non-beloved in the

parish; for my people never forgave him for putting me upon them,

although they began to be more on a familiar footing with myself. This

was partly owing to my first wife, Betty Lanshaw, who was an active

throughgoing woman, and wonderfu’ useful to many of the cottars’ wives at

their lying-in; and when a death happened among them, her helping hand,

and any thing we had at the manse, was never wanting; and I went about

myself to the bedsides of the frail, leaving no stone unturned to win the

affections of my people, which, by the blessing of the Lord, in process

of time, was brought to a bearing.

But a thing happened in this year, which deserves to be recorded, as

manifesting what effect the smuggling was beginning to take in the morals

of the country side. One Mr. Macskipnish, of Highland parentage, who had

been a valet-de-chambre with a major in the campaigns, and taken a

prisoner with him by the French, he having come home in a cartel, took up

a dancing-school at Irville, the which art he had learnt in the

genteelest fashion, in the mode of Paris, at the French court. Such a

thing as a dancing-school had never, in the memory of man, been known in

our country side; and there was such a sound about the steps and

cottillions of Mr. Macskipnish, that every lad and lass, that could spare

time and siller, went to him, to the great neglect of their work. The

very bairns on the loan, instead of their wonted play, gaed linking and

louping in the steps of Mr. Macskipnish, who was, to be sure, a great

curiosity, with long spindle legs, his breast shot out like a duck’s, and

his head powdered and frizzled up like a tappit-hen. He was, indeed, the

proudest peacock that could be seen, and he had a ring on his finger, and

when he came to drink his tea at the Breadland, he brought no hat on his

head, but a droll cockit thing under his arm, which, he said, was after

the manner of the courtiers at the petty suppers of one Madam Pompadour,

who was at that time the concubine of the French king.

I do not recollect any other remarkable thing that happened in this year.

The harvest was very abundant, and the meal so cheap, that it caused a

great defect in my stipend; so that I was obligated to postpone the

purchase of a mahogany scrutoire for my study, as I had intended. But I

had not the heart to complain of this: on the contrary, I rejoiced

thereat; for what made me want my scrutoire till another year, had

carried blitheness into the hearth of the cottar, and made the widow’s

heart sing with joy; and I would have been an unnatural creature, had I

not joined in the universal gladness, because plenty did abound.

CHAPTER III

YEAR 1762

THE third year of my ministry was long held in remembrance for several

very memorable things. William Byres of the Loanhead had a cow that

calved two calves at one calving; Mrs. Byres, the same year, had twins,

male and female; and there was such a crop on his fields, testifying that

the Lord never sends a mouth into the world without providing meat for

it. But what was thought a very daunting sign of something, happened on

the Sacrament Sabbath at the conclusion of the action sermon, when I had

made a very suitable discourse. The day was tempestuous, and the wind

blew with such a pith and birr, that I thought it would have twirled the

trees in the kirkyard out by the roots, and, blowing in this manner, it

tirled the thack from the rigging of the manse stable; and the same blast

that did that, took down the lead that was on the kirk-roof, which hurled

off, as I was saying, at the conclusion of the action sermon, with such a

dreadful sound, as the like was never heard, and all the congregation

thought that it betokened a mutation to me. However, nothing particular

happened to me; but the smallpox came in among the weans of the parish,

and the smashing that it made of the poor bits o’ bairns was indeed

woeful.

One Sabbath, when the pestilence was raging, I preached a sermon about

Rachel weeping for her children, which Thomas Thorl, who was surely a

great judge of good preaching, said, “was a monument of divinity whilk

searched the heart of many a parent that day;” a thing I was well pleased

to hear, for Thomas, as I have related at length, was the most zealous

champion against my getting the parish; but, from this time, I set him

down in my mind for the next vacancy among the elders. Worthy man! it

was not permitted him to arrive at that honour. In the fall of that year

he took an income in his legs, and couldna go about, and was laid up for

the remainder of his days, a perfect Lazarus, by the fire-side. But he

was well supported in his affliction. In due season, when it pleased Him

that alone can give and take, to pluck him from this life, as the fruit

ripened and ready for the gathering, his death, to all that knew him, was

a gentle dispensation, for truly he had been in sore trouble.

It was in this year that Charlie Malcolm, Mrs. Malcolm’s eldest son, was

sent to be a cabin-boy in the Tobacco trader, a three-masted ship, that

sailed between Port-Glasgow and Virginia in America. She was commanded

by Captain Dickie, an Irville man; for at that time the Clyde was

supplied with the best sailors from our coast, the coal-trade with

Ireland being a better trade for bringing up good mariners than the long

voyages in the open sea; which was the reason, as I often heard said, why

the Clyde shipping got so many of their men from our country side. The

going to sea of Charlie Malcolm was, on divers accounts, a very

remarkable thing to us all; for he was the first that ever went from our

parish, in the memory of man, to be a sailor, and everybody was concerned

at it, and some thought it was a great venture of his mother to let him,

his father having been lost at sea. But what could the forlorn widow do?

She had five weans, and little to give them; and, as she herself said, he

was aye in the hand of his Maker, go where he might; and the will of God

would be done, in spite of all earthly wiles and devices to the contrary.

[Picture: Preparing for the Kirk]

On the Monday morning, when Charlie was to go away to meet the Irville

carrier on the road, we were all up, and I walked by myself from the

manse into the clachan to bid him farewell, and I met him just coming

from his mother’s door, as blithe as a bee, in his sailor’s dress, with a

stick, and a bundle tied in a Barcelona silk handkerchief hanging o’er

his shoulder, and his two little brothers were with him, and his sisters,

Kate and Effie, looking out from the door all begreeten; but his mother

was in the house, praying to the Lord to protect her orphan, as she

afterwards told me. All the weans of the clachan were gathered at the

kirkyard yett to see him pass, and they gave him three great shouts as he

was going by; and everybody was at their doors, and said something

encouraging to him; but there was a great laugh when auld Mizy Spaewell

came hirpling with her bauchle in her hand, and flung it after him for

good-luck. Mizy had a wonderful faith in freats, and was just an oracle

of sagacity at expounding dreams, and bodes of every sort and

description—besides, she was reckoned one of the best howdies in her day;

but by this time she was grown frail and feckless, and she died the same

year on Hallowe’en, which made everybody wonder that it should have so

fallen out for her to die on Hallowe’en.

Shortly after the departure of Charlie Malcolm, the Lady of Breadland,

with her three daughters, removed to Edinburgh, where the young laird,

that had been my pupil, was learning to be an advocate, and the

Breadland-house was set to Major Gilchrist, a nabob from India; but he

was a narrow ailing man, and his maiden-sister, Miss Girzie, was the

scrimpetest creature that could be; so that, in their hands, all the

pretty policy of the Breadlands, that had cost a power of money to the

old laird that was my patron, fell into decay and disorder; and the bonny

yew-trees that were cut into the shape of peacocks, soon grew out of all

shape, and are now doleful monuments of the major’s tack, and that of

Lady Skimmilk, as Miss Girzie Gilchrist, his sister, was nick-named by

every ane that kent her.

But it was not so much on account of the neglect of the Breadland, that

the incoming of Major Gilchrist was to be deplored. The old men that had

a light labour in keeping the policy in order, were thrown out of bread,

and could do little; and the poor women that whiles got a bit and a drap

from the kitchen of the family, soon felt the change, so that by little

and little we were obligated to give help from the session; insomuch

that, before the end of the year, I was necessitated to preach a

discourse on almsgiving, specially for the benefit of our own poor, a

thing never before known in the parish.

But one good thing came from the Gilchrists to Mrs. Malcolm. Miss

Girzie, whom they called Lady Skimmilk, had been in a very penurious way

as a seamstress, in the Gorbals of Glasgow, while her brother was making

the fortune in India, and she was a clever needle-woman—none better, as

it was said; and she, having some things to make, took Kate Malcolm to

help her in the coarse work; and Kate, being a nimble and birky thing,

was so useful to the lady, and the complaining man the major, that they

invited her to stay with them at the Breadland for the winter, where,

although she was holden to her seam from morning to night, her food

lightened the hand of her mother, who, for the first time since her

coming into the parish, found the penny for the day’s darg more than was

needed for the meal-basin; and the tea-drinking was beginning to spread

more openly, insomuch that, by the advice of the first Mrs. Balwhidder,

Mrs. Malcolm took in tea to sell, and in this way was enabled to eke

something to the small profits of her wheel. Thus the tide that had been

so long ebbing to her, began to turn; and here I am bound in truth to

say, that although I never could abide the smuggling, both on its own

account, and the evils that grew therefrom to the country side, I lost

some of my dislike to the tea after Mrs. Malcolm began to traffic in it,

and we then had it for our breakfast in the morning at the manse, as well

as in the afternoon. But what I thought most of it for was, that it did

no harm to the head of the drinkers, which was not always the case with

the possets that were in fashion before. There is no meeting now in the

summer evenings, as I remember often happened in my younger days, with

decent ladies coming home with red faces, tosy and cosh, from a

posset-masking; so, both for its temperance and on account of Mrs.

Malcolm’s sale, I refrained from the November in this year to preach

against tea; but I never lifted the weight of my displeasure from off the

smuggling trade, until it was utterly put down by the strong hand of

government.

There was no other thing of note in this year, saving only that I planted

in the garden the big pear-tree, which had the two great branches that we

call the Adam and Eve. I got the plant, then a sapling, from Mr. Graft,

that was Lord Eaglesham’s head-gardener; and he said it was, as indeed

all the parish now knows well, a most juicy sweet pear, such as was not

known in Scotland till my lord brought down the father plant from the

king’s garden in London, in the forty-five when he went up to testify his

loyalty to the House of Hanover.

CHAPTER IV

YEAR 1763

THE An. Dom. 1763, was, in many a respect, a memorable year, both in

public and in private. The King granted peace to the French, and Charlie

Malcolm, that went to sea in the Tobacco trader, came home to see his

mother. The ship, after being at America, had gone down to Jamaica, an

island in the West Indies, with a cargo of live lumber, as Charlie told

me himself, and had come home with more than a hundred and fifty hoggits

of sugar, and sixty-three puncheons full of rum; for she was, by all

accounts, a stately galley, and almost two hundred tons in the burthen,

being the largest vessel then sailing from the creditable town of

Port-Glasgow. Charlie was not expected; and his coming was a great thing

to us all, so I will mention the whole particulars.

One evening, towards the gloaming, as I was taking my walk of meditation,

I saw a brisk sailor laddie coming towards me. He had a pretty green

parrot sitting on a bundle, tied in a Barcelona silk handkerchief, which

he carried with a stick over his shoulder, and in this bundle was a

wonderful big nut, such as no one in our parish had ever seen. It was

called a cocker-nut. This blithe callant was Charlie Malcolm, who had

come all the way that day his leeful lane, on his own legs from Greenock,

where the Tobacco trader was then ’livering her cargo. I told him how

his mother, and his brothers, and his sisters were all in good health,

and went to convoy him home; and as we were going along, he told me many

curious things, and he gave me six beautiful yellow limes, that he had

brought in his pouch all the way across the seas, for me to make a bowl

of punch with, and I thought more of them than if they had been golden

guineas, it was so mindful of the laddie.

When we got to the door of his mother’s house, she was sitting at the

fireside, with her three other bairns at their bread and milk, Kate being

then with Lady Skimmilk, at the Breadland, sewing. It was between the

day and dark, when the shuttle stands still till the lamp is lighted.

But such a shout of joy and thankfulness as rose from that hearth, when

Charlie went in! The very parrot, ye would have thought, was a

participator, for the beast gied a skraik that made my whole head dirl;

and the neighbours came flying and flocking to see what was the matter,

for it was the first parrot ever seen within the bounds of the parish,

and some thought it was but a foreign hawk, with a yellow head and green

feathers.

In the midst of all this, Effie Malcolm had run off to the Breadland for

her sister Kate, and the two lassies came flying breathless, with Miss

Girzie Gilchrist, the Lady Skimmilk, pursuing them like desperation, or a

griffin, down the avenue; for Kate, in her hurry, had flung down her

seam, a new printed gown, that she was helping to make, and it had fallen

into a boyne of milk that was ready for the creaming, by which issued a

double misfortune to Miss Girzie, the gown being not only ruined, but

licking up the cream. For this, poor Kate was not allowed ever to set

her face in the Breadland again.

When Charlie Malcolm had stayed about a week with his mother, he returned

to his berth in the Tobacco trader, and shortly after his brother Robert

was likewise sent to serve his time to the sea, with an owner that was

master of his own bark, in the coal trade at Irville. Kate, who was

really a surprising lassie for her years, was taken off her mother’s

hands by the old Lady Macadam, that lived in her jointure house, which is

now the Cross Keys Inn. Her ladyship was a woman of high breeding, her

husband having been a great general, and knighted by the king for his

exploits; but she was lame, and could not move about in her dining-room

without help; so hearing from the first Mrs. Balwhidder how Kate had done

such an unatonable deed to Miss Girzie Gilchrist, she sent for Kate, and,

finding her sharp and apt, she took her to live with her as a companion.

This was a vast advantage, for the lady was versed in all manner of

accomplishments, and could read and speak French with more ease than any

professor at that time in the College of Glasgow; and she had learnt to

sew flowers on satin, either in a nunnery abroad, or in a boarding-school

in England, and took pleasure in teaching Kate all she knew, and how to

behave herself like a lady.

In the summer of this year, old Mr. Patrick Dilworth, that had so long

been doited with the paralytics, died, and it was a great relief to my

people, for the heritors could no longer refuse to get a proper

schoolmaster; so we took on trial Mr. Lorimore, who has ever since the

year after, with so much credit to himself, and usefulness to the parish,

been schoolmaster, session clerk, and precentor—a man of great mildness

and extraordinary particularity. He was then a very young man, and some

objection was made, on account of his youth, to his being session-clerk,

especially as the smuggling immorality still gave us much trouble in the

making up of irregular marriages; but his discretion was greater than

could have been hoped for from his years; and, after a twelvemonth’s

probation in the capacity of schoolmaster, he was installed in all the

offices that had belonged to his predecessor, old Mr. Patrick Dilworth

that was.

But the most memorable thing that befell among my people this year, was

the burning of the lint-mill on the Lugton water, which happened, of all

the days of the year, on the very selfsame day that Miss Girzie

Gilchrist, better known as Lady Skimmilk, hired the chaise from Mrs.

Watts of the New Inns of Irville, to go with her brother, the major, to

consult the faculty in Edinburgh concerning his complaints. For, as the

chaise was coming by the mill, William Huckle, the miller that was, came

flying out of the mill like a demented man, crying fire!—and it was the

driver that brought the melancholy tidings to the clachan—and melancholy

they were; for the mill was utterly destroyed, and in it not a little of

all that year’s crop of lint in our parish. The first Mrs. Balwhidder

lost upwards of twelve stone, which we had raised on the glebe with no

small pains, watering it in the drouth, as it was intended for sarking to

ourselves, and sheets and napery. A great loss indeed it was, and the

vexation thereof had a visible effect on Mrs. Balwhidder’s health, which

from the spring had been in a dwining way. But for it, I think she might

have wrestled through the winter: however, it was ordered otherwise, and

she was removed from mine to Abraham’s bosom on Christmas-day, and buried

on Hogmanay, for it was thought uncanny to have a dead corpse in the

house on the new-year’s day. She was a worthy woman, studying with all

her capacity to win the hearts of my people towards me—in the which good

work she prospered greatly; so that, when she died, there was not a

single soul in the parish that was not contented with both my walk and

conversation. Nothing could be more peaceable than the way we lived

together. Her brother Andrew, a fine lad, I had sent to the college at

Glasgow, at my own cost; and when he came out to the burial, he stayed

with me a month, for the manse after her decease was very dull, and it

was during this visit that he gave me an inkling of his wish to go out to

India as a cadet, but the transactions anent that fall within the scope

of another year—as well as what relates to her headstone, and the epitaph

in metre, which I indicated myself thereon; John Truel the mason carving

the same, as may be seen in the kirkyard, where it wants a little

reparation and setting upright, having settled the wrong way when the

second Mrs. Balwhidder was laid by her side.—But I must not here enter

upon an anticipation.

CHAPTER V

YEAR 1764

THIS year well deserved the name of the monumental year in our parish;

for the young laird of the Breadland, that had been my pupil, being

learning to be an advocate among the faculty in Edinburgh, with his lady

mother, who had removed thither with the young ladies her daughters, for

the benefit of education, sent out to be put up in the kirk, under the

loft over the family vault, an elegant marble headstone, with an epitaph

engraven thereon, in fair Latin, setting forth many excellent qualities

which the old laird, my patron that was, the inditer thereof said he

possessed. I say the inditer, because it couldna have been the young

laird himself, although he got the credit o’t on the stone, for he was

nae daub in my aught at the Latin or any other language. However, he

might improve himself at Edinburgh, where a’ manner of genteel things

were then to be got at an easy rate, and doubtless the young laird got a

probationer at the College to write the epitaph; but I have often

wondered sin’ syne, how he came to make it in Latin, for assuredly his

dead parent, if he could have seen it, could not have read a single word

o’t, notwithstanding it was so vaunty about his virtues, and other civil

and hospitable qualifications.

The coming of the laird’s monumental stone had a great effect on me, then

in a state of deep despondency for the loss of the first Mrs. Balwhidder;

and I thought I could not do a better thing, just by way of diversion in

my heavy sorrow, than to get a well-shapen headstone made for her—which,

as I have hinted at in the record of the last year, was done and set up.

But a headstone without an epitaph, is no better than a body without the

breath of life in’t; and so it behoved me to make a poesy for the

monument, the which I conned and pondered upon for many days. I thought

as Mrs. Balwhidder, worthy woman as she was, did not understand the Latin

tongue, it would not do to put on what I had to say in that language, as

the laird had done—nor indeed would it have been easy, as I found upon

the experimenting, to tell what I had to tell in Latin, which is

naturally a crabbed language, and very difficult to write properly. I

therefore, after mentioning her age and the dates of her birth and

departure, composed in sedate poetry the following epitaph, which may yet

be seen on the tombstone.

EPITAPH

A lovely Christian, spouse, and friend,

Pleasant in life, and at her end.—

A pale consumption dealt the blow

That laid her here, with dust below.

Sore was the cough that shook her frame;

That cough her patience did proclaim—

And as she drew her latest breath,

She said, “The Lord is sweet in death.”

O pious reader! standing by,

Learn like this gentle one to die.

The grass doth grow and fade away,

And time runs out by night and day;

The King of Terrors has command

To strike us with his dart in hand.

Go where we will by flood or field,

He will pursue and make us yield.

But though to him we must resign

The vesture of our part divine,

There is a jewel in our trust,

That will not perish in the dust,

A pearl of price, a precious gem,

Ordained for Jesus’ diadem;

Therefore, be holy while you can,

And think upon the doom of man.

Repent in time and sin no more,

That when the strife of life is o’er,

On wings of love your soul may rise,

To dwell with angels in the skies,

Where psalms are sung eternally,

And martyrs ne’er again shall die;

But with the saints still bask in bliss,

And drink the cup of blessedness.

This was greatly thought of at the time, and Mr. Lorimore, who had a

nerve for poesy himself in his younger years, was of opinion that it was

so much to the purpose, and suitable withal, that he made his scholars

write it out for their examination copies, at the reading whereof before

the heritors, when the examination of the school came round, the tear

came into my eye, and every one present sympathized with me in my great

affliction for the loss of the first Mrs. Balwhidder.

Andrew Langshaw, as I have recorded, having come from the Glasgow College

to the burial of his sister, my wife that was, stayed with me a month to

keep me company; and staying with me, he was a great cordial, for the

weather was wet and sleety, and the nights were stormy, so that I could

go little out, and few of the elders came in, they being at that time old

men in a feckless condition, not at all qualified to warsle with the

blasts of winter. But when Andrew left me to go back to his classes, I

was eerie and lonesome; and but for the getting of the monument ready,

which was a blessed entertainment to me in those dreary nights, with

consulting anent the shape of it with John Truel, and meditating on the

verse for the epitaph, I might have gone altogether demented. However,

it pleased Him, who is the surety of the sinner, to help me through the

Slough of Despond, and to set my feet on firm land, establishing my way

thereon.

But the work of the monument, and the epitaph, could not endure for a

constancy, and after it was done, I was again in great danger of sinking

into the hypochonderies a second time. However, I was enabled to fight

with my affliction, and by-and-by, as the spring began to open her green

lattice, and to set out her flower-pots to the sunshine, and the time of

the singing of birds was come, I became more composed, and like myself,

so I often walked in the fields, and held communion with nature, and

wondered at the mysteries thereof.

On one of these occasions, as I was sauntering along the edge of

Eaglesham-wood, looking at the industrious bee going from flower to

flower, and the idle butterfly, that layeth up no store, but perisheth

ere it is winter, I felt as it were a spirit from on high descending upon

me, a throb at my heart, and a thrill in my brain, and I was transported

out of myself, and seized with the notion of writing a book—but what it

should be about, I could not settle to my satisfaction. Sometimes I

thought of an orthodox poem, like _Paradise Lost_, by John Milton,

wherein I proposed to treat more at large of Original Sin, and the great

mystery of Redemption; at others, I fancied that a connect treatise on

the efficacy of Free Grace would be more taking; but although I made

divers beginnings in both subjects, some new thought ever came into my

head, and the whole summer passed away and nothing was done. I therefore

postponed my design of writing a book till the winter, when I would have

the benefit of the long nights. Before that, however, I had other things

of more importance to think about. My servant lasses, having no eye of a

mistress over them, wastered every thing at such a rate, and made such a

galravitching in the house, that, long before the end of the year, the

year’s stipend was all spent, and I did not know what to do. At lang and

length I mustered courage to send for Mr. Auld, who was then living, and

an elder. He was a douce and discreet man, fair and well-doing in the

world, and had a better handful of strong common sense than many even of

the heritors. So I told him how I was situated, and conferred with him;

and he advised me, for my own sake, to look out for another wife as soon

as decency would allow, which he thought might very properly be after the

turn of the year, by which time the first Mrs. Balwhidder would be dead

more than twelve months; and when I mentioned my design to write a book,

he said, (and he was a man of good discretion), that the doing of the

book was a thing that would keep, but masterful servants were a growing

evil; so, upon his counselling, I resolved not to meddle with the book

till I was married again, but employ the interim, between then and the

turn of the year, in looking out for a prudent woman to be my second

wife, strictly intending, as I did perform, not to mint a word about my

choice, if I made one, till the whole twelve months and a day, from the

date of the first Mrs. Balwhidder’s interment, had run out.

[Picture: Sabbath Morning]

In this the hand of Providence was very visible, and lucky for me it was

that I had sent for Mr. Auld when I did send, as the very week following,

a sound began to spread in the parish, that one of my lassies had got

herself with bairn, which was an awful thing to think had happened in the

house of her master, and that master a minister of the gospel. Some

there were, for backbiting appertaineth to all conditions, that jealoused

and wondered if I had not a finger in the pie; which, when Mr. Auld

heard, he bestirred himself in such a manful and godly way in my defence,

as silenced the clash, telling that I was utterly incapable of any such

thing, being a man of a guileless heart, and a spiritual simplicity, that

would be ornamental in a child. We then had the latheron summoned before

the session, and was not long of making her confess that the father was

Nichol Snipe, Lord Glencairn’s gamekeeper; and both her and Nichol were

obligated to stand in the kirk: but Nichol was a graceless reprobate, for

he came with two coats, one buttoned behind him, and another buttoned

before him, and two wigs of my lord’s, lent him by the valet-de-chamer;

the one over his face, and the other in the right way; and he stood with

his face to the church-wall. When I saw him from the poopit, I said to

him—“Nichol, you must turn your face towards me!” At the which, he

turned round to be sure, but there he presented the same show as his

back. I was confounded, and did not know what to say, but cried out with

a voice of anger—“Nichol, Nichol! if ye had been a’ back, ye wouldna hae

been there this day;” which had such an effect on the whole congregation,

that the poor fellow suffered afterwards more derision, than if I had

rebuked him in the manner prescribed by the session.

This affair, with the previous advice of Mr. Auld, was, however, a

warning to me, that no pastor of his parish should be long without a

helpmate. Accordingly, as soon as the year was out, I set myself

earnestly about the search for one; but as the particulars fall properly

within the scope and chronicle of the next year, I must reserve them for

it; and I do not recollect that any thing more particular befell in this,

excepting that William Mutchkins, the father of Mr. Mutchkins, the great

spirit-dealer in Glasgow, set up a change-house in the clachan, which was

the first in the parish, and which, if I could have helped, would have

been the last; for it was opening a howf to all manner of wickedness, and

was an immediate get and offspring of the smuggling trade, against which

I had so set my countenance. But William Mutchkins himself was a

respectable man, and no house could be better ordered than his change.

At a stated hour he made family worship, for he brought up his children

in the fear of God and the Christian religion; and although the house was

full, he would go in to the customers, and ask them if they would want

anything for half an hour, for that he was going to make exercise with

his family; and many a wayfaring traveller has joined in the prayer.

There is no such thing, I fear, nowadays, of publicans entertaining

travellers in this manner.

CHAPTER VI

YEAR 1765

AS there was little in the last year that concerned the parish, but only

myself, so in this the like fortune continued; and saving a rise in the

price of barley, occasioned, as was thought, by the establishment of a

house for brewing whisky in a neighbouring parish, it could not be said

that my people were exposed to the mutations and influences of the stars,

which ruled in the seasons of Ann. Dom. 1765. In the winter there was a

dearth of fuel, such as has not been since; for when the spring loosened

the bonds of the ice, three new coal-heughs were shanked in the Douray

moor, and ever since there has been a great plenty of that necessary

article. Truly, it is very wonderful to see how things come round. When

the talk was about the shanking of their heughs, and a paper to get folk

to take shares in them, was carried through the circumjacent parishes, it

was thought a gowk’s errand; but no sooner was the coal reached, but up

sprung such a traffic, that it was a godsend to the parish, and the

opening of a trade and commerce, that has, to use an old byword, brought

gold in gowpins amang us. From that time my stipend has been on the

regular increase, and therefore I think that the incoming of the heritors

must have been in like manner augmented.

Soon after this, the time was drawing near for my second marriage. I had

placed my affections, with due consideration, on Miss Lizy Kibbock, the

well brought-up daughter of Mr. Joseph Kibbock of the Gorbyholm, who was

the first that made a speculation in the farming way in Ayrshire, and

whose cheese were of such an excellent quality, that they have, under the

name of Delap-cheese, spread far and wide over the civilized world. Miss

Lizy and me were married on the 29th day of April, with some

inconvenience to both sides, on account of the dread that we had of being

married in May; for it is said—

“Of the marriages in May,

The bairns die of a decay.”

However, married we were, and we hired the Irville chaise, and with Miss

Jenny her sister, and Becky Cairns her niece, who sat on a portmanty at

our feet, we went on a pleasure jaunt to Glasgow, where we bought a

miracle of useful things for the manse, that neither the first Mrs.

Balwhidder nor me ever thought of; but the second Mrs. Balwhidder that

was, had a geni for management, and it was extraordinary what she could

go through. Well may I speak of her with commendations; for she was the

bee that made my honey, although at first things did not go so clear with

us. For she found the manse rookit and herrit, and there was such a

supply of plenishing of all sort wanted, that I thought myself ruined and

undone by her care and industry. There was such a buying of wool to make

blankets, with a booming of the meikle wheel to spin the same, and such

birring of the little wheel for sheets and napery, that the manse was for

many a day like an organ kist. Then we had milk cows, and the calves to

bring up, and a kirning of butter, and a making of cheese; in short, I

was almost by myself with the jangle and din, which prevented me from

writing a book as I had proposed, and I for a time thought of the

peaceful and kindly nature of the first Mrs. Balwhidder with a sigh; but

the outcoming was soon manifest. The second Mrs. Balwhidder sent her

butter on the market-days to Irville, and her cheese from time to time to

Glasgow, to Mrs. Firlot, that kept the huxtry in the Saltmarket; and they

were both so well made, that our dairy was just a coining of money,

insomuch that, after the first year, we had the whole tot of my stipend

to put untouched into the bank.

But I must say, that although we were thus making siller like sclate

stones, I was not satisfied in my own mind that I had got the manse

merely to be a factory of butter and cheese, and to breed up veal calves

for the slaughter; so I spoke to the second Mrs. Balwhidder, and pointed

out to her what I thought the error of our way; but she had been so

ingrained with the profitable management of cows and grumphies in her

father’s house, that she could not desist, at the which I was greatly

grieved. By-and-by, however, I began to discern that there was something

as good in her example, as the giving of alms to the poor folk; for all

the wives of the parish were stirred up by it into a wonderful thrift,

and nothing was heard of in every house, but of quiltings and wabs to

weave; insomuch that, before many years came round, there was not a

better stocked parish, with blankets and napery, than mine was, within

the bounds of Scotland.

It was about the Michaelmas of this year that Mrs. Malcolm opened her

shop, which she did chiefly on the advice of Mrs. Balwhidder, who said it

was far better to allow a little profit on the different haberdasheries

that might be wanted, than to send to the neighbouring towns an end’s

errand on purpose for them, none of the lasses that were so sent ever

thinking of making less than a day’s play on every such occasion. In a

word, it is not to be told how the second Mrs. Balwhidder, my wife,

showed the value of flying time, even to the concerns of this world, and

was the mean of giving a life and energy to the housewifery of the

parish, that has made many a one beek his shins in comfort, that would

otherwise have had but a cold coal to blow at. Indeed, Mr. Kibbock, her

father, was a man beyond the common, and had an insight of things, by

which he was enabled to draw profit and advantage, where others could

only see risk and detriment. He planted mounts of fir-trees on the bleak

and barren tops of the hills of his farm, the which everybody, and I

among the rest, considered as a thrashing of the water and raising of

bells. But as his rack ran his trees grew, and the plantations supplied

him with stabs to make _stake and rice_ between his fields, which soon

gave them a trig and orderly appearance, such as had never before been

seen in the west country; and his example has, in this matter, been so

followed, that I have heard travellers say, who have been in foreign

countries, that the shire of Ayr, for its bonny round green plantings on

the tops of the hills, is above comparison either with Italy or

Switzerland, where the hills are, as it were, in a state of nature.

Upon the whole, this was a busy year in the parish, and the seeds of many

great improvements were laid. The king’s road, the which then ran

through the Vennel, was mended; but it was not till some years after, as

I shall record by-and-by, that the trust-road, as it was called, was

made, the which had the effect of turning the town inside out.

Before I conclude, it is proper to mention that the kirk-bell, which had

to this time, from time immemorial, hung on an ash-tree, was one stormy

night cast down by the breaking of the branch, which was the cause of the

heritors agreeing to build the steeple. The clock was a mortification to

the parish from the Lady Breadland, when she died some years after.

CHAPTER VII

YEAR 1766

IT was in this Ann. Dom. that the great calamity happened, the which took

place on a Sabbath evening in the month of February. Mrs. Balwhidder had

just infused or masket the tea, and we were set round the fireside, to

spend the night in an orderly and religious manner, along with Mr. and

Mrs. Petticrew, who were on a friendly visitation to the manse, the

mistress being full cousin to Mrs. Balwhidder.—Sitting, as I was saying,

at our tea, one of the servant lasses came into the room with a sort of a

panic laugh, and said, “What are ye all doing there when the Breadland’s

in a low?”—“The Breadland in a low!” cried I.—“Oh, ay!” cried she;

“bleezing at the windows and the rigging, and out at the lum, like a

killogie.” Upon the which, we all went to the door, and there, to be

sure, we did see that the Breadland was burning, the flames crackling

high out o’er the trees, and the sparks flying like a comet’s tail in the

firmament.

Seeing this sight, I said to Mr. Petticrew, that, in the strength of the

Lord, I would go and see what could be done, for it was as plain as the

sun in the heavens that the ancient place of the Breadlands would be

destroyed; whereupon he accorded to go with me, and we walked at a lively

course to the spot, and the people from all quarters were pouring in, and

it was an awsome scene. But the burning of the house, and the droves of

the multitude, were nothing to what we saw when we got forenent the

place. There was the rafters crackling, the flames raging, the servants

running, some with bedding, some with looking-glasses, and others with

chamber utensils as little likely to be fuel to the fire, but all

testifications to the confusion and alarm. Then there was a shout,

“Whar’s Miss Girzie? whar’s the Major?” The Major, poor man, soon cast

up, lying upon a feather-bed, ill with his complaints, in the garden; but

Lady Skimmilk was nowhere to be found. At last, a figure was seen in the

upper flat, pursued by the flames, and that was Miss Girzie. Oh! it was

a terrible sight to look at her in that jeopardy at the window, with her

gold watch in the one hand and the silver teapot in the other, skreighing

like desperation for a ladder and help. But, before a ladder or help

could be found, the floor sunk down, and the roof fell in, and poor Miss

Girzie, with her idols, perished in the burning. It was a dreadful

business! I think, to this hour, how I saw her at the window, how the

fire came in behind her, and claught her like a fiery Belzebub, and bore

her into perdition before our eyes. The next morning the atomy of the

body was found among the rubbish, with a piece of metal in what had been

each of its hands, no doubt the gold watch and the silver teapot. Such

was the end of Miss Girzie; and the Breadland, which the young laird, my

pupil that was, by growing a resident at Edinburgh, never rebuilt. It

was burnt to the very ground; nothing was spared but what the servants in

the first flaught gathered up in a hurry and ran with; but no one could

tell how the Major, who was then, as it was thought by the faculty, past

the power of nature to recover, got out of the house, and was laid on the

feather-bed in the garden. However, he never got the better of that

night, and before Whitsunday he was dead too, and buried beside his

sister’s bones at the south side of the kirkyard dyke, where his cousin’s

son, that was his heir, erected the handsome monument, with the three

urns and weeping cherubims, bearing witness to the great valour of the

Major among the Hindoos, as well as other commendable virtues, for which,

as the epitaph says, he was universally esteemed and beloved, by all who

knew him, in his public and private capacity.

But although the burning of the Breadland-House was justly called the

great calamity, on account of what happened to Miss Girzie with her gold

watch and silver teapot; yet, as Providence never fails to bring good out

of evil, it turned out a catastrophe that proved advantageous to the

parish; for the laird, instead of thinking to build it up, was advised to

let the policy out as a farm, and the tack was taken by Mr. Coulter, than

whom there had been no such man in the agriculturing line among us

before, not even excepting Mr. Kibbock of the Gorbyholm, my father-in-law

that was. Of the stabling, Mr. Coulter made a comfortable

dwelling-house; and having rugget out the evergreens and other

unprofitable plants, saving the twa ancient yew-trees which the

near-begaun Major and his sister had left to go to ruin about the

mansion-house, he turned all to production, and it was wonderful what an

increase he made the land bring forth. He was from far beyond Edinburgh,

and had got his insight among the Lothian farmers, so that he knew what

crop should follow another, and nothing could surpass the regularity of

his rigs and furrows.—Well do I remember the admiration that I had, when,

in a fine sunny morning of the first spring after he took the Breadland,

I saw his braird on what had been the cows’ grass, as even and pretty as

if it had been worked and stripped in the loom with a shuttle. Truly,

when I look back at the example he set, and when I think on the method

and dexterity of his management, I must say, that his coming to the

parish was a great godsend, and tended to do far more for the benefit of

my people, than if the young laird had rebuilded the Breadland-House in a

fashionable style, as was at one time spoken of.

But the year of the great calamity was memorable for another thing:—in

the December foregoing, the wind blew, as I have recorded in the

chronicle of the last year, and broke down the bough of the tree whereon

the kirk-bell had hung from the time, as was supposed, of the

persecution, before the bringing over of King William. Mr. Kibbock, my

father-in-law then that was, being a man of a discerning spirit, when he

heard of the unfortunate fall of the bell, advised me to get the heritors

to big a steeple; but which, when I thought of the expense, I was afraid

to do. He, however, having a great skill in the heart of man, gave me no

rest on the subject; but told me, that if I allowed the time to go by

till the heritors were used to come to the kirk without a bell, I would

get no steeple at all. I often wondered what made Mr. Kibbock so fond of

a steeple, which is a thing that I never could see a good reason for,

saving that it is an ecclesiastical adjunct, like the gown and bands.

However, he set me on to get a steeple proposed, and after no little

argol-bargling with the heritors, it was agreed to. This was chiefly

owing to the instrumentality of Lady Moneyplack, who, in that winter, was

much subjected to the rheumatics, she having, one cold and raw Sunday

morning, there being no bell to announce the time, come half an hour too

soon to the kirk, made her bestir herself to get an interest awakened

among the heritors in behalf of a steeple.

But when the steeple was built, a new contention arose. It was thought

that the bell, which had been used in the ash-tree, would not do in a

stone and lime fabric; so, after great agitation among the heritors, it

was resolved to sell the old bell to a foundery in Glasgow, and buy a new

bell suitable to the steeple, which was a very comely fabric. The buying

of the new bell led to other considerations, and the old Lady Breadland,

being at the time in a decaying condition, and making her will, she left

a mortification to the parish, as I have intimated, to get a clock; so

that, by the time the steeple was finished, and the bell put up, the Lady

Breadland’s legacy came to be implemented, according to the ordination of

the testatrix.

Of the casualities that happened in this year, I should not forget to put

down, as a thing for remembrance, that an aged woman, one Nanse Birrel, a

distillator of herbs, and well skilled in the healing of sores, who had a

great repute among the quarriers and colliers—she having gone to the

physic well in the sandy hills to draw water, was found, with her feet

uppermost in the well, by some of the bairns of Mr. Lorimore’s school;

and there was a great debate whether Nanse had fallen in by accident head

foremost, or, in a temptation, thrown herself in that position, with her

feet sticking up to the evil one; for Nanse was a curious discontented

blear-eyed woman, and it was only with great ado that I could get the

people keepit from calling her a witchwife.

I should likewise place on record, that the first ass that had ever been

seen in this part of the country, came in the course of this year with a

gang of tinklers, that made horn-spoons and mended bellows. Where they

came from never was well made out; but being a blackaviced crew, they

were generally thought to be Egyptians. They tarried about a week among

us, living in tents, with their little ones squattling among the litter;

and one of the older men of them set and tempered to me two razors, that

were as good as nothing, but which he made better than when they were

new.

[Picture: The Old Ploughman]

Shortly after, but I am not quite sure whether it was in the end of this

year, or the beginning of the next, although I have a notion that it was

in this, there came over from Ireland a troop of wild Irish, seeking for

work as they said; but they made free quarters, for they herrit the

roosts of the clachan, and cutted the throat of a sow of ours, the

carcass of which they no doubt intended to steal; but something came over

them, and it was found lying at the back side of the manse, to the great

vexation of Mrs. Balwhidder; for she had set her mind on a clecking of

pigs, and only waited for the China boar, that had been brought down from

London by Lord Eaglesham, to mend the breed of pork—a profitable

commodity, that her father, Mr. Kibbock, cultivated for the Glasgow

market. The destruction of our sow, under such circumstances, was

therefore held to be a great crime and cruelty, and it had the effect to

raise up such a spirit in the clachan, that the Irish were obligated to

decamp; and they set out for Glasgow, where one of them was afterwards

hanged for a fact, but the truth concerning how he did it, I either never

heard, or it has passed from my mind, like many other things I should

have carefully treasured.

CHAPTER VIII

YEAR 1767

ALL things in our parish were now beginning to shoot up into a great

prosperity. The spirit of farming began to get the upper hand of the

spirit of smuggling, and the coal-heughs that had been opened in the

Douray, now brought a pour of money among us. In the manse, the thrift

and frugality of the second Mrs. Balwhidder throve exceedingly, so that

we could save the whole stipend for the bank.

The king’s highway, as I have related in the foregoing, ran through the

Vennel, which was a narrow and a crooked street, with many big stones

here and there, and every now and then, both in the spring and the fall,

a gathering of middens for the fields; insomuch that the coal-carts from

the Douray moor were often reested in the middle of the causey, and on

more than one occasion some of them laired altogether in the middens, and

others of them broke down. Great complaint was made by the carters anent

these difficulties, and there was, for many a day, a talk and sound of an

alteration and amendment; but nothing was fulfilled in the matter till

the month of March in this year, when the Lord Eaglesham was coming from

London to see the new lands that he had bought in our parish. His

lordship was a man of a genteel spirit, and very fond of his horses,

which were the most beautiful creatures of their kind that had been seen

in all the country side. Coming, as I was noting, to see his new lands,

he was obliged to pass through the clachan one day, when all the middens

were gathered out, reeking and sappy, in the middle of the causey. Just

as his lordship was driving in with his prancing steeds, like a Jehu, at

one end of the vennel, a long string of loaded coal-carts came in at the

other, and there was hardly room for my lord to pass them. What was to

be done? His lordship could not turn back, and the coal-carts were in no

less perplexity. Every body was out of doors to see and to help; when,

in trying to get his lordship’s carriage over the top of a midden, the

horses gave a sudden loup, and couped the coach, and threw my lord, head

foremost, into the very scent-bottle of the whole commodity, which made

him go perfect mad, and he swore like a trooper that he would get an act

of parliament to put down the nuisance—the which now ripened in the

course of this year into the undertaking of the trust-road.

His lordship, being in a woeful plight, left the carriage and came to the

manse, till his servant went to the castle for a change for him; but he

could not wait nor abide himself: so he got the lend of my best suit of

clothes, and was wonderful jocose both with Mrs. Balwhidder and me, for

he was a portly man, and I but a thin body, and it was really a droll

curiosity to see his lordship clad in my garments.

Out of this accident grew a sort of a neighbourliness between that Lord

Eaglesham and me; so that when Andrew Lanshaw, the brother that was of

the first Mrs. Balwhidder, came to think of going to India, I wrote to my

lord for his behoof, and his lordship got him sent out as a cadet, and

was extraordinary discreet to Andrew when he went up to London to take

his passage, speaking to him of me as if I had been a very saint, which

the Searcher of Hearts knows I am far from thinking myself.

But to return to the making of the trust-road, which, as I have said,

turned the town inside out. It was agreed among the heritors, that it

should run along the back side of the south houses; and that there should

be steadings fued off on each side, according to a plan that was laid

down; and this being gone into, the town gradually, in the course of

years, grew up into that orderlyness which makes it now a pattern to the

country side—all which was mainly owing to the accident that befell the

Lord Eaglesham, which is a clear proof how improvements come about, as it

were, by the immediate instigation of Providence, which should make the

heart of man humble, and change his eyes of pride and haughtiness into a

lowly demeanour.

But although this making of the trust-road was surely a great thing for

the parish, and of an advantage to my people, we met, in this year, with

a loss not to be compensated—that was the death of Nanse Banks, the

schoolmistress. She had been long in a weak and frail state; but being a

methodical creature, still kept on the school, laying the foundation for

many a worthy wife and mother. However, about the decline of the year

her complaints increased, and she sent for me to consult about her giving

up the school; and I went to see her on Saturday afternoon, when the bit

lassies, her scholars, had put the house in order, and gone home till the

Monday.

She was sitting in the window-nook, reading THE WORD to herself, when I

entered; but she closed the book, and put her spectacles in for a mark

when she saw me; and, as it was expected I would come, her easy-chair,

with a clean cover, had been set out for me by the scholars, by which I

discerned that there was something more than common to happen, and so it

appeared when I had taken my seat.

“Sir,” said she, “I hae sent for you on a thing troubles me sairly. I

have warsled with poortith in this shed, which it has pleased the Lord to

allow me to possess; but my strength is worn out, and I fear I maun yield

in the strife;” and she wiped her eye with her apron. I told her,

however, to be of good cheer; and then she said, “That she could no

longer thole the din of the school, and that she was weary, and ready to

lay herself down to die whenever the Lord was pleased to permit.” “But,”

continued she, “what can I do without the school; and, alas! I can

neither work nor want; and I am wae to go on the session, for I am come

of a decent family.” I comforted her, and told her, that I thought she

had done so much good in the parish, that the session was deep in her

debt, and that what they might give her was but a just payment for her

service. “I would rather, however, sir,” said she, “try first what some

of my auld scholars will do, and it was for that I wanted to speak with

you. If some of them would but just, from time to time, look in upon me,

that I may not die alane; and the little pick and drap that I require

would not be hard upon them—I am more sure that in this way their

gratitude would be no discredit, than I am of having any claim on the

session.”

As I had always a great respect for an honest pride, I assured her that I

would do what she wanted; and accordingly, the very morning after, being

Sabbath, I preached a sermon on the helplessness of them that have no

help of man, meaning aged single women, living in garret-rooms, whose

forlorn state, in the gloaming of life, I made manifest to the hearts and

understandings of the congregation, in such a manner that many shed

tears, and went away sorrowful.

Having thus roused the feelings of my people, I went round the houses on

the Monday morning, and mentioned what I had to say more particularly

about poor old Nanse Banks, the schoolmistress, and truly I was rejoiced

at the condition of the hearts of my people. There was a universal

sympathy among them; and it was soon ordered that, what with one and

another, her decay should be provided for. But it was not ordained that

she should be long heavy on their good-will. On the Monday the school

was given up, and there was nothing but wailing among the bit lassies,

the scholars, for getting the vacance, as the poor things said, because

the mistress was going to lie down to dee. And, indeed, so it came to

pass; for she took to her bed the same afternoon, and, in the course of

the week, dwindled away, and slipped out of this howling wilderness into

the kingdom of heaven, on the Sabbath following, as quietly as a blessed

saint could do. And here I should mention, that the Lady Macadam, when I

told her of Nanse Banks’s case, enquired if she was a snuffer, and, being

answered by me that she was, her ladyship sent her a pretty French enamel

box full of macabaw, a fine snuff that she had in a bottle; and, among

the macabaw, was found a guinea, at the bottom of the box, after Nanse

Banks had departed this life, which was a kind thing of Lady Macadam to

do.

About the close of this year there was a great sough of old prophecies,

foretelling mutations and adversities, chiefly on account of the canal

that was spoken of to join the rivers of the Clyde and the Forth, it

being thought an impossible thing to be done; and the Adam and Eve

pear-tree, in our garden, budded out in an awful manner, and had divers

flourishes on it at Yule, which was thought an ominous thing, especially

as the second Mrs. Balwhidder was at the downlying with my eldest son

Gilbert, that is, the merchant in Glasgow; but nothing came o’t, and the

howdie said she had an easy time when the child came into the world,

which was on the very last day of the year, to the great satisfaction of

me, and of my people, who were wonderful lifted up because their minister

had a man-child born unto him.

CHAPTER IX

YEAR 1768

IT’S a surprising thing how time flieth away, carrying off our youth and

strength, and leaving us nothing but wrinkles and the ails of old age.

Gilbert, my son, that is now a corpulent man, and a Glasgow merchant,

when I take up my pen to record the memorables of this Ann. Dom., seems

to me yet but a suckling in swaddling clothes, mewing and peevish in the

arms of his mother, that has been long laid in the cold kirkyard, beside

her predecessor, in Abraham’s bosom. It is not, however, my design to

speak much anent my own affairs, which would be a very improper and

uncomely thing, but only of what happened in the parish, this book being

for a witness and testimony of my ministry. Therefore, setting out of

view both me and mine, I will now resuscitate the concerns of Mrs.

Malcolm and her children; for, as I think, never was there such a visible

preordination seen in the lives of any persons, as was seen in that of

this worthy decent woman, and her well-doing off-spring. Her morning was

raw, and a sore blight fell upon her fortunes; but the sun looked out on

her midday, and her evening closed loun and warm; and the stars of the

firmament, that are the eyes of heaven, beamed as it were with gladness,

when she lay down to sleep the sleep of rest.

Her son Charles was by this time grown up into a stout buirdly lad, and

it was expected that, before the return of the Tobacco trader, he would

have been out of his time, and a man afore the mast, which was a great

step of preferment, as I heard say by persons skilled in seafaring

concerns. But this was not ordered to happen; for, when the Tobacco

trader was lying in the harbour of Virginia in the North Americas, a

pressgang, that was in need of men for a man-of-war, came on board, and

pressed poor Charles, and sailed away with him on a cruise, nobody, for

many a day, could tell where, till I thought of the Lord Eaglesham’s

kindness. His lordship having something to say with the king’s

government, I wrote to him, telling him who I was, and how jocose he had

been when buttoned in my clothes, that he might recollect me, thanking

him, at the same time, for his condescension and patronage to Andrew

Lanshaw, in his way to the East Indies. I then slipped in, at the end of

the letter, a bit nota-bene concerning the case of Charles Malcolm,

begging his lordship, on account of the poor lad’s widow mother, to

enquire at the government if they could tell us any thing about Charles.

In the due course of time, I got a most civil reply from his lordship,

stating all about the name of the man-of-war, and where she was; and at

the conclusion his lordship said, that I was lucky in having the brother

of a Lord of the Admiralty on this occasion for my agent, as otherwise,

from the vagueness of my statement, the information might not have been

procured; which remark of his lordship was long a great riddle to me; for

I could not think what he meant about an agent, till, in the course of

the year, we heard that his own brother was concerned in the admiralty;

so that all his lordship meant was only to crack a joke with me, and that

he was ever ready and free to do, as shall be related in the sequel, for

he was an excellent man.

There being a vacancy for a schoolmistress, it was proposed to Mrs.

Malcolm, that, under her superintendence, her daughter Kate, that had

been learning great artifices in needle-work so long with Lady Macadam,

should take up the school, and the session undertook to make good to Kate

the sum of five pounds sterling per annum, over and above what the

scholars were to pay. But Mrs. Malcolm said she had not strength herself

to warsle with so many unruly brats, and that Kate, though a fine lassie,

was a tempestuous spirit, and might lame some of the bairns in her

passion; and that selfsame night, Lady Macadam wrote me a very

complaining letter, for trying to wile away her companion; but her

ladyship was a canary-headed woman, and given to flights and tantrums,

having in her youth been a great toast among the quality. It would,

however, have saved her from a sore heart, had she never thought of

keeping Kate Malcolm. For this year her only son, who was learning the

art of war at an academy in France, came to pay her, his lady mother, a

visit. He was a brisk and light-hearted stripling, and Kate Malcolm was

budding into a very rose of beauty; so between them a hankering began,

which, for a season, was productive of great heaviness of heart to the

poor old cripple lady; indeed, she assured me herself, that all her

rheumatics were nothing to the heart-ache which she suffered in the

progress of this business. But that will be more treated of hereafter;

suffice it to say for the present, that we have thus recorded how the

plan for making Kate Malcolm our schoolmistress came to nought. It

pleased, however, Him, from whom cometh every good and perfect gift, to

send at this time among us a Miss Sabrina Hooky, the daughter of old Mr.

Hooky, who had been schoolmaster in a neighbouring parish. She had gone,

after his death, to live with an auntie in Glasgow, that kept a shop in

the Gallowgate. It was thought that the old woman would have left her

heir to all her gatherings, and so she said she would, but alas! our life

is but within our lip. Before her testament was made, she was carried

suddenly off by an apoplectick, an awful monument of the uncertainty of

time and the nearness of eternity, in her own shop, as she was in the

very act of weighing out an ounce of snuff to a professor of the College,

as Miss Sabrina herself told me. Being thus destitute, it happened that

Miss Sabrina heard of the vacancy in our parish, as it were, just by the

cry of a passing bird, for she could not tell how; although I judge

myself that William Keckle the elder had a hand in it, as he was at the

time in Glasgow; and she wrote me a wonderful well-penned letter

bespeaking the situation, which letter came to hand on the morn following

Lady Macadam’s stramash to me about Kate Malcolm, and I laid it before

the session the same day; so that, by the time her auntie’s concern was

taken off her hands, she had a home and a howf among us to come in, to

the which she lived upwards of thirty years in credit and respect,

although some thought she had not the art of her predecessor, and was

more uppish in her carriage than befitted the decorum of her vocation.

Hers, however, was but a harmless vanity; and, poor woman, she needed all

manner of graces to set her out; for she was made up of odds and ends,

and had but one good eye, the other being blind, and just like a blue

bead. At first she plainly set her cap for Mr. Lorimore, but after

oggling and goggling at him every Sunday in the kirk for a whole

half-year and more, Miss Sabrina desisted in despair.

But the most remarkable thing about her coming into the parish, was the

change that took place in Christian names among us. Old Mr. Hooky, her

father, had, from the time he read his Virgil, maintained a sort of

intromission with the nine muses, by which he was led to baptize her

Sabrina, after a name mentioned by John Milton in one of his works. Miss

Sabrina began by calling our Jennies Jessies, and our Nannies Nancies;

alas! I have lived to see even these likewise grow old-fashioned. She

had also a taste in the mantua-making line, which she had learnt in

Glasgow; and I could date from the very Sabbath of her first appearance

in the kirk, a change growing in the garb of the younger lassies, who

from that day began to lay aside the silken plaidie over the head, the

which had been the pride and bravery of their grandmothers; and instead

of the snood, that was so snod and simple, they hided their heads in

round-eared bees-cap mutches, made of gauze and catgut, and other curious

contrivances of French millendery; all which brought a deal of custom to

Miss Sabrina, over and above the incomings and Candlemas offerings of

school; insomuch that she saved money, and in the course of three years

had ten pounds to put in the bank.

At the time, these alterations and revolutions in the parish were thought

a great advantage; but now when I look back upon them, as a traveller on

the hill over the road he has passed, I have my doubts. For with wealth

come wants, like a troop of clamorous beggars at the heels of a generous

man; and it’s hard to tell wherein the benefit of improvement in a

country parish consists, especially to those who live by the sweat of

their brow. But it is not for me to make reflections; my task and duty

is to note the changes of time and habitudes.

CHAPTER X

YEAR 1769

I HAVE my doubts whether it was in the beginning of this year, or in the

end of the last, that a very extraordinary thing came to light in the

parish; but, howsoever that may be, there is nothing more certain than

the fact, which it is my duty to record. I have mentioned already how it

was that the toll, or trust-road, was set a-going, on account of the Lord

Eaglesham’s tumbling on the midden in the Vennel. Well, it happened to

one of the labouring men, in breaking the stones to make metal for the

new road, that he broke a stone that was both large and remarkable, and

in the heart of it, which was boss, there was found a living creature,

that jumped out the moment it saw the light of heaven, to the great

terrification of the man, who could think it was nothing but an evil

spirit that had been imprisoned therein for a time. The man came to me

like a demented creature, and the whole clachan gathered out, young and

old, and I went at their head to see what the miracle could be, for the

man said it was a fiery dragon, spewing smoke and flames. But when we

came to the spot, it was just a yird toad, and the laddie weans nevelled

it to death with stones, before I could persuade them to give over.

Since then, I have read of such things coming to light in the _Scots

Magazine_, a very valuable book.

[Picture: The Elder’s Wife]

Soon after the affair of “the wee deil in the stane,” as it was called, a

sough reached us that the Americas were seized with the rebellious spirit

of the ten tribes, and were snapping their fingers in the face of the

king’s government. The news came on a Saturday night, for we had no

newspapers in those days, and was brought by Robin Modiwort, that fetched

the letters from the Irville post. Thomas Fullarton (he has been dead

many a day) kept the grocery shop at Irville, and he had been in at

Glasgow, as was his yearly custom, to settle his accounts, and to buy a

hogshead of tobacco, with sugar and other spiceries; and being in

Glasgow, Thomas was told by the merchant of a great rise in tobacco, that

had happened by reason of the contumacity of the plantations, and it was

thought that blood would be spilt before things were ended, for that the

King and Parliament were in a great passion with them. But as Charles

Malcolm, in the king’s ship, was the only one belonging to the parish

that was likely to be art and part in the business, we were in a manner

little troubled at the time with this first gasp of the monster of war,

who, for our sins, was ordained to swallow up and devour so many of our

fellow-subjects, before he was bound again in the chains of mercy and

peace.

I had, in the meantime, written a letter to the Lord Eaglesham, to get

Charles Malcolm out of the clutches of the pressgang in the man-of-war;

and about a month after, his lordship sent me an answer, wherein was

enclosed a letter from the captain of the ship, saying, that Charles

Malcolm was so good a man that he was reluctant to part with him, and

that Charles himself was well contented to remain aboard. Anent which,

his lordship said to me, that he had written back to the captain to make

a midshipman of Charles, and that he would take him under his own

protection, which was great joy on two accounts to us all, especially to

his mother; first, to hear that Charles was a good man, although in years

still but a youth; and, secondly, that my lord had, of his own free-will,

taken him under the wing of his patronage.

But the sweet of this world is never to be enjoyed without some of the

sour. The coal bark between Irville and Belfast, in which Robert

Malcolm, the second son of his mother, was serving his time to be a

sailor, got a charter, as it was called, to go with to Norway for deals,

which grieved Mrs. Malcolm to the very heart; for there was then no short

cut by the canal, as now is, between the rivers of the Forth and Clyde,

but every ship was obligated to go far away round by the Orkneys, which,

although a voyage in the summer not overly dangerous, there being long

days and short nights then, yet in the winter it was far otherwise, many

vessels being frozen up in the Baltic till the spring; and there was a

story told at the time, of an Irville bark coming home in the dead of the

year, that lost her way altogether, and was supposed to have sailed north

into utter darkness, for she was never more heard of: and many an awful

thing was said of what the auld mariners about the shore thought

concerning the crew of that misfortunate vessel. However, Mrs. Malcolm

was a woman of great faith, and having placed her reliance on Him who is

the orphan’s stay and widow’s trust, she resigned her bairn into his

hands, with a religious submission to his pleasure, though the mother’s

tear of weak human nature was on her cheek and in her e’e. And her faith

was well rewarded, for the vessel brought him safe home, and he had seen

such a world of things, that it was just to read a story-book to hear him

tell of Elsineur and Gottenburg, and other fine and great places that we

had never heard of till that time; and he brought me a bottle of Riga

balsam, which for healing cuts was just miraculous, besides a clear

bottle of Rososolus for his mother, a spirit which for cordiality could

not be told; for though since that time we have had many a sort of

Dantzic cordial, I have never tasted any to compare with Robin Malcolm’s

Rososolus. The Lady Macadam, who had a knowledge of such things,

declared it was the best of the best sort; for Mrs. Malcolm sent her

ladyship some of it in a doctor’s bottle, as well as to Mrs. Balwhidder,

who was then at the downlying with our daughter Janet—a woman now in the

married state, that makes a most excellent wife, having been brought up

with great pains, and well educated, as I shall have to record by-and-by.

About the Christmas of this year, Lady Macadam’s son having been

perfected in the art of war at a school in France, had, with the help of

his mother’s friends, and his father’s fame, got a stand of colours in

the Royal Scots regiment; he came to show himself in his regimentals to

his lady mother, like a dutiful son, as he certainly was. It happened

that he was in the kirk in his scarlets and gold, on the same Sunday that

Robert Malcolm came home from the long voyage to Norway for deals; and I

thought when I saw the soldier and the sailor from the pulpit, that it

was an omen of war, among our harmless country folks, like swords and

cannon amidst ploughs and sickles, coming upon us; and I became laden in

spirit, and had a most weighty prayer upon the occasion, which was long

after remembered, many thinking, when the American war broke out, that I

had been gifted with a glimmering of prophecy on that day.

It was during this visit to his lady mother, that young Laird Macadam

settled the correspondence with Kate Malcolm, which, in the process of

time, caused us all so much trouble; for it was a clandestine concern:

but the time is not yet ripe for me to speak of it more at large. I

should, however, mention, before concluding this annal, that Mrs. Malcolm

herself was this winter brought to death’s door by a terrible host that

came on her in the kirk, by taking a kittling in her throat. It was a

terrification to hear her sometimes; but she got the better of it in the

spring, and was more herself thereafter than she had been for years

before; and her daughter Effie or Euphemia, as she was called by Miss

Sabrina, the schoolmistress, was growing up to be a gleg and clever

quean; she was, indeed, such a spirit in her way, that the folks called

her Spunkie; while her son William, that was the youngest of the five,

was making a wonderful proficiency with Mr. Lorimore. He was indeed a

douce, well-doing laddie, of a composed nature; insomuch that the master

said he was surely chosen for the ministry. In short, the more I think

on what befell this family, and of the great meekness and Christian worth

of the parent, I verily believe there never could have been in any parish

such a manifestation of the truth, that they who put their trust in the

Lord, are sure of having a friend that will never forsake them.

CHAPTER XI

YEAR 1770

THIS blessed Ann. Dom. was one of the Sabbaths of my ministry. When I

look back upon it, all is quiet and good order: the darkest cloud of the

smuggling had passed over, at least from my people, and the rumours of

rebellion in America were but like the distant sound of the bars of Ayr.

We sat, as it were, in a lown and pleasant place, beholding our

prosperity, like the apple-tree adorned with her garlands of flourishes,

in the first fair mornings of the spring, when the birds were returning

thanks to their Maker for the coming again of the seed-time, and the busy

bee goeth forth from her cell, to gather honey from the flowers of the

field, and the broom of the hill, and the blue-bells and gowans, which

Nature, with a gracious and a gentle hand, scatters in the valley, as she

walketh forth in her beauty, to testify to the goodness of the Father of

all mercies.

Both at the spring and the harvest sacraments, the weather was as that

which is in Paradise; there was a glad composure in all hearts, and the

minds of men were softened towards each other. The number of

communicants was greater than had been known for many years, and the

tables were filled by the pious from many a neighbouring parish: those of

my hearers who had opposed my placing, declared openly, for a testimony

of satisfaction and holy thankfulness, that the tent, so surrounded as it

was on both occasions, was a sight they never had expected to see. I

was, to be sure, assisted by some of the best divines then in the land,

but I had not been a sluggard myself in the vineyard.

Often, when I think on this year, so fruitful in pleasant intimacies, has

the thought come into my mind, that as the Lord blesses the earth from

time to time with a harvest of more than the usual increase, so, in like

manner, he is sometimes for a season pleased to pour into the breasts of

mankind a larger portion of good-will and charity, disposing them to love

one another, to be kindly to all creatures, and filled with the delight

of thankfulness to himself, which is the greatest of blessings.

It was in this year that the Earl of Eaglesham ordered the fair to be

established in the village; and it was a day of wonderful festivity to

all the bairns, and lads and lassies, for miles round. I think, indeed,

that there has never been such a fair as the first since; for although we

have more mountebanks and merry-andrews now, and richer cargoes of

groceries and packman’s stands, yet there has been a falling off in the

light-hearted daffing, while the hobleshows in the change-houses have

been awfully augmented. It was on this occasion that Punch’s opera was

first seen in our country side, and surely never was there such a funny

curiosity; for although Mr. Punch himself was but a timber idol, he was

as droll as a true living thing, and napped with his head so comical; but

oh! he was a sorrowful contumacious captain, and it was just a sport to

see how he rampaged, and triumphed, and sang. For months after, the

laddie weans did nothing but squeak and sing like Punch. In short, a

blithe spirit was among us throughout this year, and the briefness of the

chronicle bears witness to the innocency of the time.

CHAPTER XII

YEAR 1771

IT was in this year that my troubles with Lady Macadam’s affair began.

She was a woman, as I have by hint here and there intimated, of a

prelatic disposition, seeking all things her own way, and not overly

scrupulous about the means, which I take to be the true humour of

prelacy. She was come of a high episcopal race in the east country,

where sound doctrine had been long but little heard, and she considered

the comely humility of a presbyter as the wickedness of hypocrisy; so

that, saving in the way of neighbourly visitation, there was no sincere

communion between us. Nevertheless, with all her vagaries, she had the

element of a kindly spirit, that would sometimes kythe in actions of

charity, that showed symptoms of a true Christian grace, had it been

properly cultivated; but her morals had been greatly neglected in her

youth, and she would waste her precious time in the long winter nights,

playing at the cards with her visitors; in the which thriftless and

sinful pastime, she was at great pains to instruct Kate Malcolm, which I

was grieved to understand. What, however, I most misliked in her

ladyship, was a lightness and juvenility of behaviour altogether

unbecoming her years; for she was far past three-score, having been long

married without children. Her son, the soldier officer, came so late,

that it was thought she would have been taken up as an evidence in the

Douglas cause. She was, to be sure, crippled with the rheumatics, and no

doubt the time hung heavy on her hands; but the best friends of

recreation and sport must allow, that an old woman, sitting whole hours

jingling with that paralytic chattel a spinnet, was not a natural object!

What, then, could be said for her singing Italian songs, and getting all

the newest from Vauxhall in London, a boxful at a time, with new

novel-books, and trinkum-trankum flowers and feathers, and sweetmeats,

sent to her by a lady of the blood royal of Paris? As for the music, she

was at great pains to instruct Kate, which, with the other things she

taught, were sufficient, as my lady said herself, to qualify poor Kate

for a duchess or a governess, in either of which capacities, her ladyship

assured Mrs. Malcolm, she would do honour to her instructor, meaning her

own self; but I must come to the point anent the affair.

One evening, early in the month of January, as I was sitting by myself in

my closet studying the _Scots Magazine_, which I well remember the new

number had come but that very night, Mrs. Balwhidder being at the time

busy with the lasses in the kitchen, and superintending, as her custom

was, for she was a clever woman, a great wool-spinning we then had, both

little wheel and meikle wheel, for stockings and blankets—sitting, as I

was saying, in the study, with the fire well gathered up, for a night’s

reflection, a prodigious knocking came to the door, by which the book was

almost startled out of my hand, and all the wheels in the house were

silenced at once. This was her ladyship’s flunkey, to beg me to go to

her, whom he described as in a state of desperation. Christianity

required that I should obey the summons; so, with what haste I could,

thinking that perhaps, as she had been low-spirited for some time about

the young laird’s going to the Indies, she might have got a cast of

grace, and been wakened in despair to the state of darkness in which she

had so long lived, I made as few steps of the road between the manse and

her house as it was in my ability to do.

On reaching the door, I found a great light in the house—candles burning

up stairs and down stairs, and a sough of something extraordinar going

on. I went into the dining-room, where her ladyship was wont to sit; but

she was not there—only Kate Malcolm all alone, busily picking bits of

paper from the carpet. When she looked up, I saw that her eyes were red

with weeping, and I was alarmed, and said, “Katy, my dear, I hope there

is no danger?” Upon which the poor lassie rose, and, flinging herself in

a chair, covered her face with her hands, and wept bitterly.

“What is the old fool doing with the wench?” cried a sharp angry voice

from the drawing-room—“why does not he come to me?” It was the voice of

Lady Macadam herself, and she meant me. So I went to her; but, oh! she

was in a far different state from what I had hoped. The pride of this

world had got the upper hand of her, and was playing dreadful antics with

understanding. There was she, painted like a Jezebel, with gum-flowers

on her head, as was her custom every afternoon, sitting on a settee, for

she was lame, and in her hand she held a letter. “Sir,” said she, as I

came into the room, “I want you to go instantly to that young fellow,

your clerk, (meaning Mr. Lorimore, the schoolmaster, who was likewise

session-clerk and precentor,) and tell him I will give him a couple of

hundred pounds to marry Miss Malcolm without delay, and undertake to

procure him a living from some of my friends.”

“Softly, my lady, you must first tell me the meaning of all this haste of

kindness,” said I, in my calm methodical manner. At the which she began

to cry and sob, like a petted bairn, and to bewail her ruin, and the

dishonour of her family. I was surprised, and beginning to be

confounded; at length out it came. The flunkey had that night brought

two London letters from the Irville post, and Kate Malcolm being out of

the way when he came home, he took them both in to her ladyship on the

silver server, as was his custom; and her ladyship, not jealousing that

Kate could have a correspondence with London, thought both the letters

were for herself, for they were franked; so, as it happened, she opened

the one that was for Kate, and this, too, from the young laird, her own

son. She could not believe her eyes when she saw the first words in his

hand of write; and she read, and she better read, till she read all the

letter, by which she came to know that Kate and her darling were trysted,

and that this was not the first love-letter which had passed between

them. She, therefore, tore it in pieces, and sent for me, and screamed

for Kate; in short, went, as it were, off at the head, and was neither to

bind nor to hold on account of this intrigue, as she, in her wrath,

stigmatised the innocent gallanting of poor Kate and the young laird.

I listened in patience to all she had to say anent the discovery, and

offered her the very best advice; but she derided my judgment; and

because I would not speak outright to Mr. Lorimore, and get him to marry

Kate off hand, she bade me good-night with an air, and sent for him

herself. He, however, was on the brink of marriage with his present

worthy helpmate, and declined her ladyship’s proposals, which angered her

still more. But although there was surely a great lack of discretion in

all this, and her ladyship was entirely overcome with her passion, she

would not part with Kate, nor allow her to quit the house with me, but

made her sup with her as usual that night, calling her sometimes a

perfidious baggage, and at other times, forgetting her delirium, speaking

to her as kindly as ever. At night, Kate as usual helped her ladyship

into her bed, (this she told me with tears in her eyes next morning;) and

when Lady Macadam, as was her wont, bent to kiss her for good-night, she

suddenly recollected “the intrigue,” and gave Kate such a slap on the

side of the head, as quite dislocated for a time the intellects of the

poor young lassie. Next morning, Kate was solemnly advised never to

write again to the laird, while the lady wrote him a letter, which, she

said, would be as good as a birch to the breech of the boy. Nothing,

therefore, for some time, indeed, throughout the year, came of the

matter; but her ladyship, when Mrs. Balwhidder soon after called on her,

said that I was a nose-of-wax, and that she never would speak to me

again, which surely was not a polite thing to say to Mrs. Balwhidder, my

second wife.

This stramash was the first time I had interposed in the family concerns

of my people; for it was against my nature to make or meddle with private

actions saving only such as in course of nature came before the session;

but I was not satisfied with the principles of Lady Macadam, and I began

to be weary about Kate Malcolm’s situation with her ladyship, whose ways

of thinking I saw were not to be depended on, especially in those things

wherein her pride and vanity were concerned. But the time ran on—the

butterflies and the blossoms were succeeded by the leaves and the fruit,

and nothing of a particular nature farther molested the general

tranquillity of this year; about the end of which, there came on a sudden

frost, after a tack of wet weather. The roads were just a sheet of ice,

like a frozen river; insomuch that the coal-carts could not work; and one

of our cows, (Mrs. Balwhidder said, after the accident, it was our best;

but it was not so much thought of before,) fell in coming from the glebe

to the byre, and broke its two hinder legs, which obligated us to kill

it, in order to put the beast out of pain. As this happened after we had

salted our mart, it occasioned us to have a double crop of puddings, and

such a show of hams in the kitchen, as was a marvel to our visitors to

see.

CHAPTER XIII

YEAR 1772

ON New-Year’s night, this year, a thing happened, which, in its own

nature, was a trifle; but it turned out as a mustard-seed that grows into

a great tree. One of the elders, who has long been dead and gone, came

to the manse about a fact that was found out in the clachan, and after we

had discoursed on it some time, he rose to take his departure. I went

with him to the door with the candle in my hand—it was a clear frosty

night, with a sharp wind; and the moment I opened the door, the blast

blew out the candle, so that I heedlessly, with the candlestick in my

hand, walked with him to the yett without my hat, by which I took a sore

cold in my head, that brought on a dreadful toothache; insomuch, that I

was obligated to go into Irville to get the tooth drawn, and this caused

my face to swell to such a fright, that, on the Sabbath-day, I could not

preach to my people. There was, however, at that time, a young man, one

Mr. Heckletext, tutor in Sir Hugh Montgomerie’s family, and who had

shortly before been licensed. Finding that I would not be able to preach

myself, I sent to him, and begged he would officiate for me, which he

very pleasantly consented to do, being, like all the young clergy,

thirsting to show his light to the world. ’Twixt the fore and

afternoon’s worship, he took his check of dinner at the manse, and I

could not but say that he seemed both discreet and sincere. Judge,

however, what was brewing, when the same night Mr. Lorimore came and told

me, that Mr. Heckletext was the suspected person anent the fact that had

been instrumental, in the hand of a chastising Providence, to afflict me

with the toothache, in order, as it afterwards came to pass, to bring the

hidden hypocrisy of the ungodly preacher to light. It seems that the

donsie lassie who was in fault, had gone to the kirk in the afternoon,

and seeing who was in the pulpit, where she expected to see me, was

seized with the hysterics, and taken with her crying on the spot, the

which being untimely, proved the death of both mother and bairn, before

the thing was properly laid to the father’s charge.

[Picture: The Precentor]

This caused a great uproar in the parish. I was sorely blamed to let

such a man as Mr. Heckletext go up into my pulpit, although I was as

ignorant of his offences as the innocent child that perished; and, in an

unguarded hour, to pacify some of the elders, who were just distracted

about the disgrace, I consented to have him called before the session.

He obeyed the call, and in a manner that I will never forget; for he was

a sorrow of sin and audacity, and demanded to know why, and for what

reason, he was summoned. I told him the whole affair in my calm and

moderate way; but it was oil cast upon a burning coal. He flamed up in a

terrible passion; threepit at the elders that they had no proof whatever

of his having had any trafficking in the business, which was the case;

for it was only a notion, the poor deceased lassie never having made a

disclosure: called them libellous conspirators against his character,

which was his only fortune, and concluded by threatening to punish them,

though he exempted me from the injury which their slanderous insinuations

had done to his prospects in life. We were all terrified, and allowed

him to go away without uttering a word; and sure enough he did bring a

plea in the courts of Edinburgh against Mr. Lorimore and the elders for

damages, laid at a great sum.

What might have been the consequence, no one can tell; but soon after he

married Sir Hugh’s house-keeper, and went with her into Edinburgh, where

he took up a school; and, before the trial came on, that is to say,

within three months of the day that I myself married them, Mrs.

Heckletext was delivered of a thriving lad bairn, which would have been a

witness for the elders, had the worst come to the worst. This was,

indeed, we all thought, a joyous deliverance to the parish, and it was a

lesson to me never to allow any preacher to mount my pulpit, unless I

knew something of his moral character.

In other respects, this year passed very peaceably in the parish: there

was a visible increase of worldly circumstances, and the hedges which had

been planted along the toll-road, began to put forth their branches, and

to give new notions of orderlyness and beauty to the farmers. Mrs.

Malcolm heard from time to time from her son Charles, on board the

man-of-war the _Avenger_, where he was midshipman; and he had found a

friend in the captain, that was just a father to him. Her second son,

Robert, being out of his time at Irville, went to the Clyde to look for a

berth, and was hired to go to Jamaica, in a ship called the _Trooper_.

He was a lad of greater sobriety of nature than Charles; douce, honest,

and faithful; and when he came home, though he brought no limes to me to

make punch, like his brother, he brought a Muscovy duck to Lady Macadam,

who had, as I have related, in a manner educated his sister Kate. That

duck was the first of the kind we had ever seen, and many thought it was

of the goose species, only with short bowly legs. It was, however, a

tractable and homely beast; and after some confabulation, as my lady

herself told Mrs. Balwhidder, it was received into fellowship by her

other ducks and poultry. It is not, however, so much on account of the

rarity of the creature, that I have introduced it here, as for the

purpose of relating a wonderful operation that was performed on it by

Miss Sabrina, the schoolmistress.

There happened to be a sack of beans in our stable, and Lady Macadam’s

hens and fowls, which were not overly fed at home through the inattention

of her servants, being great stravaigers for their meat, in passing the

door went in to pick, and the Muscovy, seeing a hole in the bean-sack,

dabbled out a crapful before she was disturbed. The beans swelled on the

poor bird’s stomach, and her crap bellied out like the kyte of a Glasgow

magistrate, until it was just a sight to be seen with its head back on

its shoulders. The bairns of the clachan followed it up and down,

crying, the lady’s muckle jock’s aye growing bigger, till every heart was

wae for the creature. Some thought it was afflicted with a tympathy, and

others, that it was the natural way for such-like ducks to cleck their

young. In short, we were all concerned; and my lady, having a great

opinion of Miss Sabrina’s skill, had a consultation with her on the case,

at which Miss Sabrina advised, that what she called the Cæsarean

operation should be tried, which she herself performed accordingly, by

opening the creature’s crap, and taking out as many beans as filled a

mutchkin stoup, after which she sewed it up, and the Muscovy went its way

to the water-side, and began to swim, and was as jocund as ever;

insomuch, that in three days after it was quite cured of all the

consequences of its surfeit.

I had at one time a notion to send an account of this to the _Scots

Magazine_, but something always came in the way to prevent me; so that it

has been reserved for a place in this chronicle, being, after Mr.

Heckletext’s affair, the most memorable thing in our history of this

year.

CHAPTER XIV

YEAR 1773

IN this Ann. Dom. there was something like a plea getting to a head,

between the session and some of the heritors, about a new school-house;

the thatch having been torn from the rigging of the old one by a blast of

wind, on the first Monday of February, by which a great snow storm got

admission, and the school was rendered utterly uninhabitable. The

smaller sort of lairds were very willing to come into the plan with an

extra contribution, because they respected the master, and their bairns

were at the school; but the gentlemen, who had tutors in their own

houses, were not so manageable; and some of them even went so far as to

say, that the kirk, being only wanted on Sunday, would do very well for a

school all the rest of the week, which was a very profane way of

speaking; and I was resolved to set myself against any such thing, and to

labour, according to the power and efficacy of my station, to get a new

school built.

Many a meeting the session had on the subject; and the heritors debated,

and discussed, and revised their proceedings, and still no money for the

needful work was forthcoming. Whereupon it happened one morning, as I

was rummaging in my scrutoire, that I laid my hand on the Lord

Eaglesham’s letter anent Charles Malcolm; and it was put into my head at

that moment, that if I was to write to his lordship, who was the greatest

heritor, and owned now the major part of the parish, that by his help and

influence I might be an instrument to the building of a comfortable new

school. Accordingly, I sat down and wrote my lord all about the

accident, and the state of the school-house, and the divisions and

seditions among the heritors, and sent the letter to him at London by the

post the same day, without saying a word to any living soul on the

subject.

This in me was an advised thought; for, by the return of post, his

lordship with his own hand, in a most kind manner, authorized me to say

that he would build a new school at his own cost, and bade me go over and

consult about it with his steward at the castle, to whom he had written

by the same post the necessary instructions. Nothing could exceed the

gladness which the news gave to the whole parish, and none said more in

behalf of his lordship’s bounty and liberality than the heritors;

especially those gentry who grudged the undertaking, when it was thought

that it would have to come out of their own pock-nook.

In the course of the summer, just as the roof was closing in of the

school-house, my lord came to the castle with a great company, and was

not there a day till he sent for me to come over, on the next Sunday, to

dine with him; but I sent him word that I could not do so, for it would

be a transgression of the Sabbath, which made him send his own gentleman,

to make his apology for having taken so great a liberty with me, and to

beg me to come on the Monday, which I accordingly did, and nothing could

be better than the discretion with which I was used. There was a vast

company of English ladies and gentlemen, and his lordship, in a most

jocose manner, told them all how he had fallen on the midden, and how I

had clad him in my clothes, and there was a wonder of laughing and

diversion; but the most particular thing in the company, was a large,

round-faced man, with a wig, that was a dignitary in some great

Episcopalian church in London, who was extraordinary condescending

towards me, drinking wine with me at the table, and saying weighty

sentences, in a fine style of language, about the becoming grace of

simplicity and innocence of heart, in the clergy of all denominations of

Christians, which I was pleased to hear; for really he had a proud red

countenance, and I could not have thought he was so mortified to humility

within, had I not heard with what sincerity he delivered himself, and

seen how much reverence and attention was paid to him by all present,

particularly by my lord’s chaplain, who was a pious and pleasant young

divine, though educated at Oxford for the Episcopalian persuasion.

One day, soon after, as I was sitting in my closet conning a sermon for

the next Sunday, I was surprised by a visit from the dean, as the

dignitary was called. He had come, he said, to wait on me as rector of

the parish—for so, it seems, they call a pastor in England—and to say,

that, if it was agreeable, he would take a family dinner with us before

he left the castle. I could make no objection to this kindness; but said

I hoped my lord would come with him, and that we would do our best to

entertain them with all suitable hospitality. About an hour or so after

he had returned to the castle, one of the flunkeys brought a letter from

his lordship, to say, that not only he would come with the dean, but that

they would bring his other guests with them; and that, as they could only

drink London wine, the butler would send me a hamper in the morning,

assured, as he was pleased to say, that Mrs. Balwhidder would otherwise

provide good cheer.

This notification, however, was a great trouble to my wife, who was only

used to manufacture the produce of our glebe and yard to a profitable

purpose, and not used to the treatment of deans and lords, and other

persons of quality. However, she was determined to stretch a point on

this occasion; and we had, as all present declared, a charming dinner;

for fortunately one of the sows had a litter of pigs a few days before,

and in addition to a goose, that is but a boss bird, we had a roasted pig

with an apple in its mouth, which was just a curiosity to see; and my

lord called it a tithe pig; but I told him it was one of Mrs.

Balwhidder’s own clecking, which saying of mine made no little sport when

expounded to the dean.

But, och how! this was the last happy summer that we had for many a year

in the parish; and an omen of the dule that ensued, was in a sacrilegious

theft that a daft woman, Jenny Gaffaw, and her idiot daughter, did in the

kirk, by tearing off and stealing the green serge lining of my lord’s

pew, to make, as they said, a hap for their shoulders in the cold

weather—saving, however, the sin, we paid no attention at the time to the

mischief and tribulation that so unheard-of a trespass boded to us all.

It took place about Yule, when the weather was cold and frosty, and poor

Jenny was not very able to go about seeking her meat as usual. The deed,

however, was mainly done by her daughter, who, when brought before me,

said, “her poor mother’s back had mair need of claes than the

kirk-boards;” which was so true a thing, that I could not punish her, but

wrote anent it to my lord, who not only overlooked the offence, but sent

orders to the servants at the castle to be kind to the poor woman, and

the natural, her daughter.

CHAPTER XV

YEAR 1774

WHEN I look back on this year, and compare what happened therein with the

things that had gone before, I am grieved to the heart, and pressed down

with an afflicted spirit. We had, as may be read, trials and

tribulations in the days that were past; and in the rank and boisterous

times of the smuggling there was much sin and blemish among us, but

nothing so dark and awful as what fell out in the course of this unhappy

year. The evil omen of daft Jenny Gaffaw and her daughter’s sacrilege,

had soon a bloody verification.

About the beginning of the month of March in this year, the war in

America was kindling so fast that the government was obligated to send

soldiers over the sea, in the hope to quell the rebellious temper of the

plantations; and a party of a regiment that was quartered at Ayr was

ordered to march to Greenock, to be there shipped off. The men were wild

and wicked profligates, without the fear of the Lord before their eyes;

and some of them had drawn up with light women in Ayr, who followed them

on their march. This the soldiers did not like, not wishing to be

troubled with such gear in America; so the women, when they got the

length of Kilmarnock, were ordered to retreat and go home, which they all

did but one Jean Glaikit, who persisted in her intent to follow her joe,

Patrick O’Neil, a Catholic Irish corporal. The man did, as he said, all

in his capacity to persuade her to return, but she was a contumacious

limmer, and would not listen to reason; so that, in passing along our

toll-road, from less to more, the miserable wretches fell out, and

fought, and the soldier put an end to her with a hasty knock on the head

with his firelock, and marched on after his comrades.

The body of the woman was, about half an hour after, found by the

scholars of Mr. Lorimore’s school, who had got the play to see the

marching, and to hear the drums of the soldiers. Dreadful was the shout

and the cry throughout the parish at this foul work. Some of the farmer

lads followed the soldiers on horseback, and others ran to Sir Hugh, who

was a justice of the peace, for his advice.—Such a day as that was!

However, the murderer was taken, and, with his arms tied behind him with

a cord, he was brought back to the parish, where he confessed before Sir

Hugh the deed, and how it happened. He was then put in a cart, and,

being well guarded by six of the lads, was taken to Ayr jail.

It was not long after this that the murderer was brought to trial, and,

being found guilty on his own confession, he was sentenced to be

executed, and his body to be hung in chains near the spot where the deed

was done. I thought that all in the parish would have run to desperation

with horror when the news of this came, and I wrote immediately to the

Lord Eaglesham to get this done away by the merciful power of the

government, which he did, to our great solace and relief.

In the autumn, the young Laird Macadam, being ordered with his regiment

for the Americas, got leave from the king to come and see his lady

mother, before his departure. But it was not to see her only, as will

presently appear.

Knowing how much her ladyship was averse to the notion he had of Kate

Malcolm, he did not write of his coming, lest she would send Kate out of

the way, but came in upon them at a late hour, as they were wasting their

precious time, as was the nightly wont of my lady, with a pack of cards;

and so far was she from being pleased to see him, that no sooner did she

behold his face, but, like a tap of tow, she kindled upon both him and

Kate, and ordered them out of her sight and house. The young folk had

discretion: Kate went home to her mother, and the laird came to the

manse, and begged us to take him in. He then told me what had happened;

and that, having bought a captain’s commission, he was resolved to marry

Kate, and hoped I would perform the ceremony, if her mother would

consent. “As for mine,” said he, “she will never agree; but, when the

thing is done, her pardon will not be difficult to get; for, with all her

whims and caprice, she is generous and affectionate.” In short, he so

wiled and beguiled me, that I consented to marry them, if Mrs. Malcolm

was agreeable. “I will not disobey my mother,” said he, “by asking her

consent, which I know she will refuse; and, therefore, the sooner it is

done the better.” So we then stepped over to Mrs. Malcolm’s house, where

we found that saintly woman, with Kate and Effie, and Willie, sitting

peacefully at their fireside, preparing to read their Bibles for the

night. When we went in, and when I saw Kate, that was so ladylike there,

with the decent humility of her parent’s dwelling, I could not but think

she was destined for a better station; and when I looked at the captain,

a handsome youth, I thought surely their marriage is made in heaven; and

so I said to Mrs. Malcolm, who after a time consented, and likewise

agreed that her daughter should go with the captain to America; for her

faith and trust in the goodness of Providence was great and boundless,

striving, as it were, to be even with its tender mercies. Accordingly,

the captain’s man was sent to bid the chaise wait that had taken him to

the lady’s, and the marriage was sanctified by me before we left Mrs.

Malcolm’s. No doubt, they ought to have been proclaimed three several

Sabbaths; but I satisfied the session, at our first meeting, on account

of the necessity of the case. The young couple went in the chaise

travelling to Glasgow, authorising me to break the matter to Lady

Macadam, which was a sore task; but I was spared from the performance.

For her ladyship had come to herself, and thinking on her own rashness in

sending away Kate and the captain in the way she had done, she was like

one by herself. All the servants were scattered out and abroad in quest

of the lovers; and some of them, seeing the chaise drive from Mrs.

Malcolm’s door with them in it, and me coming out, jealoused what had

been done, and told their mistress outright of the marriage, which was to

her like a clap of thunder; insomuch that she flung herself back in her

settee, and was beating and drumming with her heels on the floor, like a

madwoman in Bedlam, when I entered the room. For some time she took no

notice of me, but continued her din; but, by-and-by, she began to turn

her eyes in fiery glances upon me, till I was terrified lest she would

fly at me with her claws in her fury. At last she stopped all at once,

and in a calm voice, said, “But it cannot now be helped, where are the

vagabonds?”—“They are gone,” replied I.—“Gone?” cried she, “gone

where?”—“To America, I suppose,” was my answer; upon which she again

threw herself back in the settee, and began again to drum and beat with

her feet as before. But not to dwell on small particularities, let it

suffice to say, that she sent her coachman on one of her coach horses,

which, being old and stiff, did not overtake the fugitives till they were

in their bed at Kilmarnock, where they stopped that night; but when they

came back to the lady’s in the morning, she was as cagey and meikle taken

up with them, as if they had gotten her full consent and privilege to

marry from the first. Thus was the first of Mrs. Malcolm’s children well

and creditably settled. I have only now to conclude with observing, that

my son Gilbert was seized with the smallpox about the beginning of

December, and was blinded by them for seventeen days; for the inoculation

was not in practice yet among us, saving only in the genteel families

that went into Edinburgh for the education of their children, where it

was performed by the faculty there.

[Picture: Kate]

CHAPTER XVI

YEAR 1775

THE regular course of nature is calm and orderly, and tempests and

troubles are but lapses from the accustomed sobriety with which

Providence works out the destined end of all things. From Yule till

Pace-Monday there had been a gradual subsidence of our personal and

parochial tribulations, and the spring, though late, set in bright and

beautiful, and was accompanied with the spirit of contentment; so that,

excepting the great concern that we all began to take in the American

rebellion, especially on account of Charles Malcolm that was in the

man-of-war, and of Captain Macadam that had married Kate, we had

throughout the better half of the year but little molestation of any

sort. I should, however, note the upshot of the marriage.

By some cause that I do not recollect, if I ever had it properly told,

the regiment wherein the captain had bought his commission was not sent

to the plantations, but only over to Ireland, by which the captain and

his lady were allowed to prolong their stay in the parish with his

mother; and he, coming of age while he was among us, in making a

settlement on his wife, bought the house at the Braehead, which was then

just built by Thomas Shivers the mason, and he gave that house, with a

judicious income, to Mrs. Malcolm, telling her that it was not becoming,

he having it in his power to do the contrary, that she should any longer

be dependent on her own industry. For this the young man got a name like

a sweet odour in all the country side; but that whimsical and prelatic

lady his mother, just went out of all bounds, and played such pranks for

an old woman, as cannot be told. To her daughter-in-law, however, she

was wonderful kind; and, in fitting her out for going with the captain to

Dublin, it was extraordinary to hear what a paraphernalia she provided

her with. But who could have thought that in this kindness a sore trial

was brewing for me!

It happened that Miss Betty Wudrife, the daughter of an heritor, had been

on a visit to some of her friends in Edinburgh; and being in at

Edinburgh, she came out with a fine mantle, decked and adorned with many

a ribbon-knot, such as had never been seen in the parish. The Lady

Macadam, hearing of this grand mantle, sent to beg Miss Betty to lend it

to her, to make a copy for young Mrs. Macadam. But Miss Betty was so

vogie with her gay mantle, that she sent back word, it would be making it

o’er common; which so nettled the old courtly lady, that she vowed

revenge, and said the mantle would not be long seen on Miss Betty.

Nobody knew the meaning of her words; but she sent privately for Miss

Sabrina, the schoolmistress, who was aye proud of being invited to my

lady’s, where she went on the Sabbath night to drink tea, and read

Thomson’s _Seasons_ and Hervey’s _Meditations_ for her ladyship’s

recreation. Between the two, a secret plot was laid against Miss Betty

and her Edinburgh mantle; and Miss Sabrina, in a very treacherous manner,

for the which I afterwards chided her severely, went to Miss Betty, and

got a sight of the mantle, and how it was made, and all about it, until

she was in a capacity to make another like it; by which my lady and her,

from old silk and satin negligées which her ladyship had worn at the

French court, made up two mantles of the selfsame fashion as Miss

Betty’s, and, if possible, more sumptuously garnished, but in a flagrant

fool way. On the Sunday morning after, her ladyship sent for Jenny

Gaffaw, and her daft daughter Meg, and showed them the mantles, and said

she would give then half-a-crown if they would go with them to the kirk,

and take their place in the bench beside the elders, and, after worship,

walk home before Miss Betty Wudrife. The two poor natural things were

just transported with the sight of such bravery, and needed no other

bribe; so, over their bits of ragged duds, they put on the pageantry, and

walked away to the kirk like peacocks, and took their place on the bench,

to the great diversion of the whole congregation.

I had no suspicion of this, and had prepared an affecting discourse about

the horrors of war, in which I touched, with a tender hand, on the

troubles that threatened families and kindred in America; but all the

time I was preaching, doing my best, and expatiating till the tears came

into my eyes, I could not divine what was the cause of the inattention of

my people. But the two vain haverels were on the bench under me, and I

could not see them; where they sat, spreading their feathers and picking

their wings, stroking down and setting right their finery; with such an

air as no living soul could see and withstand; while every eye in the

kirk was now on them, and now at Miss Betty Wudrife, who was in a worse

situation than if she had been on the stool of repentance.

Greatly grieved with the little heed that was paid to my discourse, I

left the pulpit with a heavy heart; but when I came out into the

kirkyard, and saw the two antics linking like ladies, and aye keeping in

the way before Miss Betty, and looking back and around in their pride and

admiration, with high heads and a wonderful pomp, I was really overcome,

and could not keep my gravity, but laughed loud out among the graves, and

in the face of all my people; who, seeing how I was vanquished in that

unguarded moment by my enemy, made a universal and most unreverent breach

of all decorum, at which Miss Betty, who had been the cause of all, ran

into the first open door, and almost fainted away with mortification.

This affair was regarded by the elders as a sinful trespass on the

orderlyness that was needful in the Lord’s house; and they called on me

at the manse that night, and said it would be a guilty connivance if I

did not rebuke and admonish Lady Macadam of the evil of her way; for they

had questioned daft Jenny, and had got at the bottom of the whole plot

and mischief. But I, who knew her ladyship’s light way, would fain have

had the elders to overlook it, rather than expose myself to her tantrums;

but they considered the thing as a great scandal, so I was obligated to

conform to their wishes. I might, however, have as well stayed at home,

for her ladyship was in one of her jocose humours when I went to speak to

her on the subject; and it was so far from my power to make a proper

impression on her of the enormity that had been committed, that she made

me laugh, in spite of my reason, at the fantastical drollery of her

malicious prank on Miss Betty Wudrife.

It, however, did not end here; for the session, knowing that it was

profitless to speak to the daft mother and daughter, who had been the

instruments, gave orders to Willy Howking, the betheral, not to let them

again so far into the kirk; and Willy, having scarcely more sense than

them both, thought proper to keep them out next Sunday altogether. The

twa said nothing at the time, but the adversary was busy with them; for,

on the Wednesday following, there being a meeting of the synod at Ayr, to

my utter amazement the mother and daughter made their appearance there in

all their finery, and raised a complaint against me and the session, for

debarring them from church privileges. No stage play could have produced

such an effect. I was perfectly dumfoundered; and every member of the

synod might have been tied with a straw, they were so overcome with this

new device of that endless woman, when bent on provocation—the Lady

Macadam; in whom the saying was verified, that old folk are twice bairns;

for in such plays, pranks, and projects, she was as playrife as a very

lassie at her sampler; and this is but a swatch to what lengths she would

go. The complaint was dismissed, by which the session and me were

assoilzied; but I’ll never forget till the day of my death what I

suffered on that occasion, to be so put to the wall by two born idiots.

CHAPTER XVII

YEAR 1776

IT belongs to the chroniclers of the realm to describe the damage and

detriment which fell on the power and prosperity of the kingdom, by

reason of the rebellion, that was fired into open war, against the name

and authority of the king in the plantations of America; for my task is

to describe what happened within the narrow bound of the pasturage of the

Lord’s flock, of which, in his bounty and mercy, he made me the humble,

willing, but alas! the weak and ineffectual shepherd.

About the month of February, a recruiting party came to our neighbour

town of Irville, to beat up for men to be soldiers against the rebels;

and thus the battle was brought, as it were, to our gates; for the very

first man that took on with them was one Thomas Wilson, a cottar in our

clachan, who, up to that time, had been a decent and creditable

character. He was at first a farmer lad, but had forgathered with a

doited tawpy, whom he married, and had offspring three or four. For some

time it was noticed that he had a down and thoughtful look, that his

cleeding was growing bare, and that his wife kept an untrig house, which,

it was feared by many, was the cause of Thomas going o’er often to the

change-house; he was, in short, during the greater part of the winter,

evidently a man foregone in the pleasures of this world, which made all

that knew him compassionate his situation.

No doubt, it was his household ills that burdened him past bearing, and

made him go into Irville, when he heard of the recruiting, and take on to

be a soldier. Such a wally-wallying as the news of this caused at every

door; for the red-coats—from the persecuting days, when the black-cuffs

rampaged through the country—soldiers that fought for hire were held in

dread and as a horror among us, and terrible were the stories that were

told of their cruelty and sinfulness; indeed, there had not been wanting

in our time a sample of what they were, as witness the murder of Jean

Glaikit by Patrick O’Neil, the Irish corporal, anent which I have treated

at large in the memorables of the year 1774.

A meeting of the session was forthwith held; for here was Thomas Wilson’s

wife and all his weans, an awful cess, thrown upon the parish; and it was

settled outright among us, that Mr. Docken, who was then an elder, but is

since dead, a worthy man, with a soft tongue and a pleasing manner,

should go to Irville, and get Thomas, if possible, released from the

recruiters. But it was all in vain; the sergeant would not listen to

him, for Thomas was a strapping lad; nor would the poor infatuated man

himself agree to go back, but cursed like a cadger, and swore that, if he

stayed any longer among his plagues, he would commit some rash act; so we

were saddled with his family, which was the first taste and preeing of

what war is when it comes into our hearths, and among the breadwinners.

The evil, however, did not stop here. Thomas, when he was dressed out in

the king’s clothes, came over to see his bairns, and take a farewell of

his friends, and he looked so gallant, that the very next market-day

another lad of the parish listed with him; but he was a ramplor, roving

sort of a creature, and, upon the whole, it was thought he did well for

the parish when he went to serve the king.

The listing was a catching distemper. Before the summer was over, the

other three of the farming lads went off with the drum, and there was a

wailing in the parish, which made me preach a touching discourse. I

likened the parish to a widow woman with a small family, sitting in her

cottage by the fireside, herself spinning with an eident wheel, ettling

her best to get them a bit and a brat, and the poor weans all canty about

the hearthstane—the little ones at their playocks, and the elder at their

tasks—the callans working with hooks and lines to catch them a meal of

fish in the morning—and the lassies working stockings to sell at the next

Marymas fair.—And then I likened war to a calamity coming among them—the

callans drowned at their fishing—the lassies led to a misdoing—and the

feckless wee bairns laid on the bed of sickness, and their poor forlorn

mother sitting by herself at the embers of a cauldrife fire; her tow

done, and no a bodle to buy more; drooping a silent and salt tear for her

babies, and thinking of days that war gone, and, like Rachel weeping for

her children, she would not be comforted. With this I concluded, for my

own heart filled full with the thought, and there was a deep sob in the

Church; verily it was Rachel weeping for her children.

In the latter end of the year, the man-of-war, with Charles Malcolm in

her, came to the tail of the Bank at Greenock, to press men as it was

thought, and Charles got leave from his captain to come and see his

mother; and he brought with him Mr. Howard, another midshipman, the son

of a great parliament man in London, which, as we have tasted the sorrow,

gave us some insight into the pomp of war, Charles was now grown up into

a fine young man, rattling, light-hearted, and just a cordial of

gladness, and his companion was every bit like him. They were dressed in

their fine gold-laced garbs and nobody knew Charles when he came to the

clachan, but all wondered, for they were on horseback, and rode to the

house where his mother lived when he went away, but which was then

occupied by Miss Sabrina and her school. Miss Sabrina had never seen

Charles, but she had heard of him; and when he enquired for his mother,

she guessed who he was, and showed him the way to the new house that the

captain had bought for her.

Miss Sabrina, who was a little overly perjink at times, behaved herself

on this occasion with a true spirit, and gave her lassies the play

immediately; so that the news of Charles’s return was spread by them like

wildfire, and there was a wonderful joy in the whole town. When Charles

had seen his mother, and his sister Effie, with that douce and

well-mannered lad William, his brother—for of their meeting I cannot

speak, not being present—he then came with his friend to see me at the

manse, and was most jocose with me, and, in a way of great pleasance, got

Mrs. Balwhidder to ask his friend to sleep at the manse. In short, we

had just a ploy the whole two days they stayed with us, and I got leave

from Lord Eaglesham’s steward to let them shoot on my lord’s land; and I

believe every laddie wean in the parish attended them to the field. As

for old Lady Macadam, Charles being, as she said, a near relation, and

she having likewise some knowledge of his comrade’s family, she was just

in her element with them, though they were but youths; for she a woman

naturally of a fantastical, and, as I have narrated, given to comical

devices, and pranks to a degree. She made for them a ball, to which she

invited all the bonniest lassies, far and near, in the parish, and was

out of the body with mirth, and had a fiddler from Irville; and it was

thought by those that were there, that had she not been crippled with the

rheumatics, she would have danced herself. But I was concerned to hear

both Charles and his friend, like hungry hawks, rejoicing at the prospect

of the war, hoping thereby, as soon as their midship term was out, to be

made lieutenants; saving this, there was no allay in the happiness they

brought with them to the parish, and it was a delight to see how auld and

young of all degrees made of Charles; for we were proud of him, and none

more than myself, though he began to take liberties with me, calling me

old governor; it was, however, in a warm-hearted manner, only I did not

like it when any of the elders heard. As for his mother, she deported

herself like a saint on the occasion. There was a temperance in the

pleasure of her heart, and in her thankfulness, that is past the compass

of words to describe. Even Lady Macadam, who never could think a serious

thought all her days, said, in her wild way that the gods had bestowed

more care in the making of Mrs. Malcolm’s temper, than on the bodies and

souls of all the saints in the calendar. On the Sunday the strangers

attended divine worship, and I preached a sermon purposely for them, and

enlarged at great length and fulness on how David overcame Goliath; and

they both told me that they had never heard such a good discourse; but I

do not think they were great judges of preachings. How, indeed, could

Mr. Howard know anything of sound doctrine, being educated, as he told

me, at Eton school, a prelatic establishment! Nevertheless, he was a

fine lad; and though a little given to frolic and diversion, he had a

principle of integrity, that afterwards kythed into much virtue; for,

during this visit, he took a notion of Effie Malcolm, and the lassie of

him, then a sprightly and blooming creature, fair to look upon, and

blithe to see; and he kept up a correspondence with her till the war was

over, when being a captain of a frigate, he came down among us, and they

were married by me, as shall be related in its proper place.

CHAPTER XVIII

YEAR 1777

THIS may well be called the year of the heavy heart, for we had sad

tidings of the lads that went away as soldiers to America. First, there

was a boding in the minds of all their friends that they were never to

see them more; and their sadness, like a mist spreading from the waters

and covering the fields, darkened the spirit of the neighbours.

Secondly, a sound was bruited about that the king’s forces would have a

hot and a sore struggle before the rebels were put down, if they were

ever put down. Then came the cruel truth of all that the poor lads’

friends had feared. But it is fit and proper that I should relate at

length, under their several heads, the sorrows and afflictions as they

came to pass.

One evening, as I was taking my walk alone, meditating my discourse for

the next Sabbath—it was shortly after Candlemas—it was a fine clear

frosty evening, just as the sun was setting. Taking my walk alone, and

thinking of the dreadfulness of Almighty power, and how that, if it was

not tempered and restrained by infinite goodness, and wisdom, and mercy,

the miserable sinner, man, and all things that live, would be in a woeful

state, I drew near the beild where old Widow Mirkland lived by herself,

who was grand-mother to Jock Hempy, the ramplor lad, that was the second

who took on for a soldier. I did mind of this at the time; but, passing

the house, I heard the croon, as it were, of a laden soul busy with the

Lord, and, not to disturb the holy workings of grace, I paused and

listened. It was old Mizy Mirkland herself, sitting at the gable of the

house, looking at the sun setting in all his glory behind the Arran

hills; but she was not praying—only moaning to herself—an oozing out, as

it might be called, of the spirit from her heart, then grievously

oppressed with sorrow, and heavy bodements of grey hairs and

poverty.—“Yonder it slips awa’,” she was saying, “and my poor bairn,

that’s o’er the seas in America, is maybe looking on its bright face,

thinking of his hame, and aiblins of me, that did my best to breed him up

in the fear of the Lord; but I couldna warsle wi’ what was ordained. Ay,

Jock! as ye look at the sun gaun down, as many a time, when ye were a wee

innocent laddie at my knee here, I hae bade ye look at him as a type of

your Maker, ye will hae a sore heart; for ye hae left me in my need, when

ye should hae been near at hand to help me, for the hard labour and

industry with which I brought you up. But it’s the Lord’s will. Blessed

be the name of the Lord, that makes us to thole the tribulations of this

world, and will reward us, through the mediation of Jesus, hereafter.”

She wept bitterly as she said this, for her heart was tried, but the

blessing of a religious contentment was shed upon her; and I stepped up

to her, and asked about her concerns, for, saving as a parishioner, and a

decent old woman, I knew little of her. Brief was her story; but it was

one of misfortune.—“But I will not complain,” she said, “of the measure

that has been meted unto me. I was left myself an orphan; when I grew

up, and was married to my gude-man, I had known but scant and want. Our

days of felicity were few; and he was ta’en awa’ from me shortly after my

Mary was born. A wailing baby, and a widow’s heart, was a’ he left me.

I nursed her with my salt tears, and bred her in straits; but the favour

of God was with us, and she grew up to womanhood as lovely as the rose,

and as blameless as the lily. In her time she was married to a farming

lad. There never was a brawer pair in the kirk, than on that day when

they gaed there first as man and wife. My heart was proud, and it

pleased the Lord to chastise my pride—to nip my happiness, even in the

bud. The very next day he got his arm crushed. It never got well again;

and he fell into a decay, and died in the winter, leaving my Mary far on

in the road to be a mother.

[Picture: A morning consultation]

“When her time drew near, we both happened to be working in the yard.

She was delving to plant potatoes, and I told her it would do her hurt;

but she was eager to provide something, as she said, for what might

happen. Oh! it was an ill-omened word. The same night her trouble came

on, and before the morning she was a cauld corpse, and another wee wee

fatherless baby was greeting at my bosom—it was him that’s noo awa’ in

America. He grew up to be a fine bairn, with a warm heart, but a light

head, and, wanting the rein of a father’s power upon him, was no sa douce

as I could have wished; but he was no man’s foe save his own. I thought,

and hoped, as he grew to years of discretion, he would have sobered, and

been a consolation to my old age; but he’s gone, and he’ll never come

back—disappointment is my portion in this world, and I have no hope;

while I can do, I will seek no help, but threescore and fifteen can do

little, and a small ail is a great evil to an aged woman, who has but the

distaff for her breadwinner.”

I did all that I could to bid her be of good cheer, but the comfort of a

hopeful spirit was dead within her; and she told me, that by many tokens

she was assured her bairn was already slain.—“Thrice,” said she, “I have

seen his wraith—the first time he was in the pride of his young manhood,

the next he was pale and wan, with a bloody and gashy wound in his side,

and the third time there was a smoke, and, when it cleared away, I saw

him in a grave, with neither winding-sheet nor coffin.”

The tale of this pious and resigned spirit dwelt in mine ear, and, when I

went home, Mrs. Balwhidder thought that I had met with an o’ercome, and

was very uneasy; so she got the tea soon ready to make me better; but

scarcely had we tasted the first cup when a loud lamentation was heard in

the kitchen. This was from that tawpy the wife of Thomas Wilson, with

her three weans. They had been seeking their meat among the farmer

houses, and, in coming home, forgathered on the road with the Glasgow

carrier, who told them that news had come, in the _London Gazette_, of a

battle, in which the regiment that Thomas had listed in was engaged, and

had suffered loss both in rank and file; none doubting that their head

was in the number of the slain, the whole family grat aloud, and came to

the manse, bewailing him as no more; and it afterwards turned out to be

the case, making it plain to me that there is a farseeing discernment in

the spirit, that reaches beyond the scope of our incarnate senses.

But the weight of the war did not end with these afflictions; for,

instead of the sorrow that the listing caused, and the anxiety after, and

the grief of the bloody tidings, operating as wholesome admonition to our

young men, the natural perversity of the human heart was more and more

manifested. A wonderful interest was raised among us all to hear of what

was going on in the world; insomuch, that I myself was no longer

contented with the relation of the news of the month in the _Scots

Magazine_, but joined with my father-in-law, Mr. Kibbock, to get a

newspaper twice a-week from Edinburgh. As for Lady Macadam, who being

naturally an impatient woman, she had one sent to her three times a-week

from London, so that we had something fresh five times every week; and

the old papers were lent out to the families who had friends in the wars.

This was done on my suggestion, hoping it would make all content with

their peaceable lot; but dominion for a time had been given to the power

of contrariness, and it had quite an opposite effect. It begot a

curiosity, egging on to enterprise; and, greatly to my sorrow, three of

the brawest lads in the parish, or in any parish, all in one day took on

with a party of the Scots Greys that were then lying in Ayr; and nothing

would satisfy the callans at Mr. Lorimore’s school, but, instead of their

innocent plays with girs, and shinties, and sicklike, they must go

ranking like soldiers, and fight sham-fights in bodies. In short, things

grew to a perfect hostility, for a swarm of weans came out from the

schools of Irville on a Saturday afternoon, and, forgathering with ours,

they had a battle with stones on the toll-road, such as was dreadful to

hear of; for many a one got a mark that day he will take to the grave

with him.

It was not, however, by accidents of the field only, that we were

afflicted; those of the flood, too, were sent likewise against us. In

the month of October, when the corn was yet in the holms, and on the cold

land by the river side, the water of Irville swelled to a great spait,

from bank to brae, sweeping all before it, and roaring, in its might,

like an agent of divine displeasure, sent forth to punish the inhabitants

of the earth. The loss of the victual was a thing reparable, and those

that suffered did not greatly complain; for, in other respects, their

harvest had been plenteous: but the river, in its fury, not content with

overflowing the lands, burst through the sandy hills with a raging force,

and a riving asunder of the solid ground, as when the fountains of the

great deep were broken up. All in the parish was a-foot, and on the

hills, some weeping and wringing their hands, not knowing what would

happen, when they beheld the landmarks of the waters deserted, and the

river breaking away through the country, like the war-horse set loose in

his pasture, and glorying in his might. By this change in the way and

channel of the river, all the mills in our parish were left more than

half a mile from dam or lade; and the farmers through the whole winter,

till the new mills were built, had to travel through a heavy road with

their victual, which was a great grievance, and added not a little to the

afflictions of this unhappy year, which to me were not without a

particularity, by the death of a full cousin of Mrs. Balwhidder, my first

wife; she was grievously burnt by looting over a candle. Her mutch,

which was of the high structure then in vogue, took fire, and being

fastened with corking-pins to a great toupee, it could not be got off

until she had sustained a deadly injury, of which, after lingering long,

she was kindly eased by her removal from trouble. This sore accident was

to me a matter of deep concern and cogitation; but as it happened in

Tarbolton, and no in our parish, I have only alluded to it to show, that

when my people were chastised by the hand of Providence, their pastor was

not spared, but had a drop from the same vial.

CHAPTER XIX

YEAR 1778

THIS year was as the shadow of the bygane: there was less actual

suffering, but what we came through cast a gloom among us, and we did not

get up our spirits till the spring was far advanced; the corn was in the

ear, and the sun far towards midsummer height, before there was any

regular show of gladness in the parish.

It was clear to me that the wars were not to be soon over; for I noticed,

in the course of this year, that there was a greater christening of lad

bairns than had ever been in any year during my incumbency; and grave and

wise persons, observant of the signs of the times, said, that it had been

long held as a sure prognostication of war, when the births of male

children outnumbered that of females.

Our chief misfortune in this year was a revival of that wicked mother of

many mischiefs, the smuggling trade, which concerned me greatly; but it

was not allowed to it to make any thing like a permanent stay among us,

though in some of the neighbouring parishes, its ravages, both in morals

and property, were very distressing, and many a mailing was sold to pay

for the triumphs of the cutters and gaugers; for the government was by

this time grown more eager, and the war caused the king’s ships to be out

and about, which increased the trouble of the smugglers, whose wits in

their turn were thereby much sharpened.

After Mrs. Malcolm, by the settlement of Captain Macadam, had given up

her dealing, two maiden women, that were sisters, Betty and Janet Pawkie,

came in among us from Ayr, where they had friends in league with some of

the laigh land folk, that carried on the contraband with the Isle of Man,

which was the very eye of the smuggling. They took up the tea-selling,

which Mrs. Malcolm had dropped, and did business on a larger scale,

having a general huxtry, with parliament-cakes, and candles, and

pincushions, as well as other groceries, in their window. Whether they

had any contraband dealings, or were only back-bitten, I cannot take it

upon me to say; but it was jealoused in the parish that the meal in the

sacks, that came to their door at night, and was sent to the Glasgow

market in the morning, was not made of corn. They were, however, decent

women, both sedate and orderly; the eldest, Betty Pawkie, was of a manly

stature, and had a long beard, which made her have a coarse look; but she

was, nevertheless, a worthy, well-doing creature, and at her death she

left ten pounds to the poor of the parish, as may be seen in the

mortification board that the session put up in the kirk as a

testification and an example.

Shortly after the revival of the smuggling, an exciseman was put among

us, and the first was Robin Bicker, a very civil lad that had been a

flunkey with Sir Hugh Montgomerie, when he was a residenter in Edinburgh,

before the old Sir Hugh’s death. He was a queer fellow, and had a coothy

way of getting in about folk, the which was very serviceable to him in

his vocation; nor was he overly gleg: but when a job was ill done, and he

was obliged to notice it, he would often break out on the smugglers for

being so stupid, so that for an exciseman he was wonderful well liked,

and did not object to a waught of brandy at a time; when the auld wives

ca’d it well-water. It happened, however, that some unneighbourly person

sent him notice of a clecking of tea chests, or brandy kegs, at which

both Jenny and Betty Pawkie were the howdies. Robin could not but

therefore enter their house; however, before going in, he just cried at

the door to somebody on the road, so as to let the twa industrious

lassies hear he was at hand. They were not slack in closing the

trance-door, and putting stoups and stools behind it, so as to cause

trouble, and give time before any body could get in. They then emptied

their chaff-bed, and filled the tikeing with tea, and Betty went in on

the top, covering herself with the blanket, and graining like a woman in

labour. It was thought that Robin Bicker himself would not have been

overly particular in searching the house, considering there was a woman

seemingly in the death-thraws; but a sorner, an incomer from the east

country, and that hung about the change-house as a divor hostler, that

would rather gang a day’s journey in the dark than turn a spade in

day-light, came to him as he stood at the door, and went in with him to

see the sport. Robin, for some reason, could not bid him go away, and

both Betty and Janet were sure he was in the plot against them; indeed,

it was always thought he was an informer, and no doubt he was something

not canny, for he had a down look.

It was some time before the doorway was cleared of the stoups and stools,

and Jenny was in great concern, and flustered, as she said, for her poor

sister, who was taken with a heart-colic. “I’m sorry for her,” said

Robin, “but I’ll be as quiet as possible;” and so he searched all the

house, but found nothing; at the which his companion, the divor east

country hostler, swore an oath that could not be misunderstood; so,

without more ado, but as all thought against the grain, Robin went up to

sympathize with Betty in the bed, whose groans were loud and vehement.

“Let me feel your pulse,” said Robin, and he looted down as she put forth

her arm from aneath the clothes, and laying his hand on the bed, cried,

“Hey! what’s this? this is a costly filling.” Upon which Betty jumpet up

quite recovered, and Jenny fell to the wailing and railing, while the

hostler from the east country took the bed of tea on his back, to carry

it to the change-house, till a cart was gotten to take it into the

custom-house at Irville.

Betty Pawkie being thus suddenly cured, and grudging the loss of

property, took a knife in her hand, and as the divor was crossing the

burn at the stepping-stones that lead to the back of the change-house,

she ran after him and ripped up the tikeing, and sent all the tea

floating away on the burn, which was thought a brave action of Betty, and

the story not a little helped to lighten our melancholy meditations.

Robin Bicker was soon after this affair removed to another district, and

we got in his place one Mungo Argyle, who was as proud as a provost,

being come of Highland parentage. Black was the hour he came among my

people; for he was needy and greedy, and rode on the top of his

commission. Of all the manifold ills in the train of smuggling, surely

the excisemen are the worst, and the setting of this rabiator over us was

a severe judgment for our sins. But he suffered for’t, and peace be with

him in the grave, where the wicked cease from troubling!

Willie Malcolm, the youngest son of his mother, had by this time learned

all that Mr. Lorimore, the schoolmaster, could teach; and as it was

evidenced to every body, by his mild manners and saintliness of

demeanour, that he was a chosen vessel, his mother longed to fulfil his

own wish, which was doubtless the natural working of the act of grace

that had been shed upon him; but she had not the wherewithal to send him

to the college of Glasgow, where he was desirous to study, and her just

pride would not allow her to cess his brother-in-law, the Captain

Macadam, whom, I should now mention, was raised in the end of this year,

as we read in the newspapers, to be a major. I thought her in this

somewhat unreasonable, for she would not be persuaded to let me write to

the captain; but when I reflected on the good that Willie Malcolm might

in time do as a preacher, I said nothing more to her, but indited a

letter to the Lord Eaglesham, setting forth the lad’s parts, telling who

he was and all about his mother’s scruples; and, by the retour of the

post from London his lordship sent me an order on his steward, to pay me

twenty pounds towards equipping my protegée, as he called Willie, with a

promise to pay for his education, which was such a great thing for his

lordship to do off-hand on my recommendation, that it won much affection

throughout the country side; and folks began to wonder, rehearsing the

great things, as was said, that I had gotten my lord at different times,

and on divers occasions, to do, which had a vast of influence among my

brethren of the presbytery, and they grew into a state of greater

cordiality with me, looking on me as a man having authority; but I was

none thereat lifted up, for not being gifted with the power of a

kirk-filling eloquence, I was but little sought for at sacraments, and

fasts, and solemn days, which was doubtless well ordained; for I had no

motive to seek fame in foreign pulpits, but was left to walk in the paths

of simplicity within my own parish. To eschew evil myself, and to teach

others to do the same, I thought the main duties of the pastoral office,

and with a sincere heart endeavoured what in me lay to perform them with

meekness, sobriety, and a spirit wakeful to the inroads of sin and Satan.

But oh, the sordiness of human nature!—The kindness of the Lord

Eaglesham’s own disposition was ascribed to my influence, and many a dry

answer I was obliged to give to applicants that would have me trouble his

lordship, as if I had a claim upon him. In the ensuing year, the notion

of my cordiality with him came to a great head, and brought about an

event, that could not have been forethought by me as a thing within the

compass of possibility to bring to pass.

CHAPTER XX

YEAR 1779

I WAS named in this year for the General Assembly, and Mrs. Balwhidder,

by her continual thrift, having made our purse able to stand a shake

against the wind, we resolved to go into Edinburgh in a creditable

manner. Accordingly, in conjunct with Mrs. Dalrymple, the lady of a

major of that name, we hired the Irville chaise, and we put up in

Glasgow, at the Black Boy, where we stayed all night. Next morning, by

seven o’clock, we got into a fly-coach for the capital of Scotland, which

we reached after a heavy journey about the same hour in the evening, and

put up at the public where it stopped till the next day; for really both

me and Mrs. Balwhidder were worn out with the undertaking, and found a

cup of tea a vast refreshment.

Betimes, in the morning, having taken our breakfast, we got a caddy to

guide us and our wallise to Widow M‘Vicar’s, at the head of the

Covenanters’ Close. She was a relation to my first wife, Betty Lanshaw,

my own full cousin that was, and we had advised her, by course of post,

of our coming, and intendment to lodge with her as uncos and strangers.

But Mrs. M‘Vicar kept a cloth shop, and sold plaidings and flannels,

besides Yorkshire superfines, and was used to the sudden incoming of

strangers, especially visitants, both from the West and the North

Highlands, and was withal a gawsy furthy woman, taking great pleasure in

hospitality, and every sort of kindliness and discretion. She would not

allow of such a thing as our being lodgers in her house, but was so cagey

to see us, and to have it in her power to be civil to a minister, as she

was pleased to say, of such repute, that nothing less would content her

but that we must live upon her, and partake of all the best that could be

gotten for us within the walls of “the gude town.”

When we found ourselves so comfortable, Mrs. Balwhidder and me waited on

my patron’s family that was, the young ladies, and the laird, who had

been my pupil, but was now an advocate high in the law. They likewise

were kind also. In short, every body in Edinburgh were in a manner

wearisome kind, and we could scarcely find time to see the Castle and the

palace of Holyrood-house, and that more sanctified place, where the

Maccabeus of the Kirk of Scotland, John Knox, was wont to live.

Upon my introduction to his grace the Commissioner, I was delighted and

surprised to find the Lord Eaglesham at the levee, and his lordship was

so glad on seeing me, that he made me more kenspeckle than I could have

wished to have been in his grace’s presence; for, owing to the same, I

was required to preach before his grace, upon a jocose recommendation of

his lordship; the which gave me great concern, and daunted me so that in

the interim I was almost bereft of all peace and studious composure of

mind. Fain would I have eschewed the honour that was thus thrust upon

me; but both my wife and Mrs. M‘Vicar were just lifted out of themselves

with the thought.

When the day came, I thought all things in this world were loosened from

their hold, and that the sure and steadfast earth itself was grown coggly

beneath my feet, as I mounted the pulpit. With what sincerity I prayed

for help that day! and never stood man more in need of it; for through

all my prayer the congregation was so watchful and still, doubtless to

note if my doctrine was orthodox, that the beating of my heart might have

been heard to the uttermost corners of the kirk.

I had chosen as my text, from Second Samuel, xixth chapter and 35th

verse, these words—“Can I hear any more the voice of singing men and

singing women? Wherefore, then, should thy servant be yet a burden to

the king?” And hardly had I with a trembling voice read the words, when

I perceived an awful stir in the congregation; for all applied the words

to the state of the church, and the appointment of his grace the

Commissioner. Having paused after giving out the text, the same fearful

and critical silence again ensued, and every eye was so fixed upon me,

that I was for a time deprived of courage to look about; but heaven was

pleased to compassionate my infirmity, and as I proceeded, I began to

warm as in my own pulpit. I described the gorgeous Babylonian harlot

riding forth in her chariots of gold and silver, with trampling steeds

and a hurricane of followers, drunk with the cup of abominations, all

shouting with revelry, and glorying in her triumph, treading down in

their career those precious pearls, the saints and martyrs, into the mire

beneath their swinish feet. “Before her you may behold Wantonness

playing the tinkling cymbal, Insolence beating the drum, and Pride

blowing the trumpet. Every vice is there with his emblems; and the

seller of pardons, with his crucifix and triple crown, is distributing

his largess of perdition. The voices of men shout to set wide the gates,

to give entrance to the queen of nations, and the gates are set wide, and

they all enter. The avenging gates close on them—they are all shut up in

hell.”

There was a sough in the kirk as I said these words; for the vision I

described seemed to be passing before me as I spoke, and I felt as if I

had witnessed the everlasting destruction of Antichrist, and the

worshippers of the Beast. But soon recovering myself, I said in a soft

and gentle manner, “Look at yon lovely creature in virgin-raiment, with

the Bible in her hand. See how mildly she walks along, giving alms to

the poor as she passes on towards the door of that lowly dwelling—Let us

follow her in—She takes her seat in the chair at the bedside of the poor

old dying sinner; and as he tosses in the height of penitence and

despair, she reads to him the promise of the Saviour—‘This night thou

shalt be with me in Paradise;’ and he embraces her with transports, and,

falling back on his pillow, calmly closes his eyes in peace. She is the

true religion; and when I see what she can do even in the last moments of

the guilty, well may we exclaim, when we think of the symbols and

pageantry of the departed superstition, Can I hear any more the voice of

singing men and singing women? No; let us cling to the simplicity of the

Truth that is now established in our native land.”

At the conclusion of this clause of my discourse, the congregation, which

had been all so still and so solemn, never coughing, as was often the

case among my people, gave a great rustle, changing their positions, by

which I was almost overcome; however, I took heart and ventured on, and

pointed out that, with our Bible and an orthodox priesthood, we stood in

no need of the king’s authority, however bound we were, in temporal

things, to respect it; and I showed this at some length, crying out in

the words of my text, “Wherefore, then, should thy servant be yet a

burden to the king?” in the saying of which I happened to turn my eyes

towards his grace the Commissioner, as he sat on the throne, and I

thought his countenance was troubled, which made me add, that he might

not think I meant him any offence, “That the King of the Church was one

before whom the great, and the wise, and the good—all doomed and

sentenced convicts—implore his mercy.” “It is true,” said I, “that in

the days of his tribulation he was wounded for our iniquities, and died

to save us; but, at his death, his greatness was proclaimed by the quick

and the dead. There was sorrow, and there was wonder, and there was

rage, and there was remorse; but there was no shame there—none blushed on

that day at that sight but yon glorious luminary.” The congregation

rose, and looked round, as the sun that I pointed at shone in at the

window. I was disconcerted by their movement, and my spirit was spent,

so that I could say no more.

When I came down from the pulpit, there was a great pressing in of

acquaintance and ministers, who lauded me exceedingly; but I thought it

could be only in derision, therefore I slipped home to Mrs. M‘Vicar’s as

fast as I could.

Mrs. M‘Vicar, who was a clever, hearing-all sort of a neighbour, said my

sermon was greatly thought of, and that I had surprised everybody; but I

was fearful there was something of jocularity at the bottom of this, for

she was a flaunty woman, and liked well to give a good-humoured gibe or

jeer. However, his grace the Commissioner was very thankful for the

discourse, and complimented me on what he called my apostolical

earnestness; but he was a courteous man, and I could not trust to him,

especially as my lord Eaglesham had told me in secrecy before—it’s true,

it was in his gallanting way—that, in speaking of the king’s servant as I

had done, I had rather gone beyond the bounds of modern moderation.

Altogether, I found neither pleasure nor profit in what was thought so

great an honour, but longed for the privacy of my own narrow pasture, and

little flock.

It was in this visit to Edinburgh that Mrs. Balwhidder bought her silver

teapot, and other ornamental articles; but this was not done, as she

assured me, in a vain spirit of bravery, which I could not have abided,

but because it was well known that tea draws better in a silver pot, and

drinks pleasanter in a china cup, than out of any other kind of cup or

teapot.

By the time I got home to the manse, I had been three whole weeks and

five days absent, which was more than all my absences together, from the

time of my placing; and my people were glowing with satisfaction when

they saw us driving in a Glasgow chaise through the clachan to the manse.

The rest of the year was merely a quiet succession of small incidents,

none of which are worthy of notation, though they were all severally, no

doubt, of aught somewhere, as they took us both time and place in the

coming to pass, and nothing comes to pass without helping onwards to some

great end; each particular little thing that happens in the world being a

seed sown by the hand of Providence to yield an increase, which increase

is destined, in its turn, to minister to some higher purpose, until at

last the issue affects the whole earth. There is nothing in all the

world that doth not advance the cause of goodness; no, not even the sins

of the wicked, though, through the dim casement of her mortal tabernacle,

the soul of man cannot discern the method thereof.

CHAPTER XXI

YEAR 1780

THIS was, among ourselves, another year of few events. A sound, it is

true, came among us of a design, on the part of the government in London,

to bring back the old harlotry of papistry; but we spent our time in the

lea of the hedge, and the lown of the hill. Some there were that a panic

seized upon when they heard of Lord George Gordon, that zealous

Protestant, being committed to the Tower; but for my part, I had no

terror upon me, for I saw all things around me going forward improving;

and I said to myself, it is not so when Providence permits scathe and

sorrow to fall upon a nation. Civil troubles, and the casting down of

thrones, is always forewarned by want and poverty striking the people.

What I have, therefore, chiefly to record as the memorables of this year,

are things of small import—the main of which are, that some of the

neighbouring lairds, taking example by Mr. Kibbock, my father-in-law that

was, began in this fall to plant the tops of their hills with mounts of

fir-trees; and Mungo Argyle, the exciseman, just herried the poor

smugglers to death, and made a power of prize-money, which, however, had

not the wonted effect of riches, for it brought him no honour; and he

lived in the parish like a leper, or any other kind of excommunicated

person.

But I should not forget a most droll thing that took place with Jenny

Gaffaw, and her daughter. They had been missed from the parish for some

days, and folk began to be uneasy about what could have become of the two

silly creatures; till one night, at the dead hour, a strange light was

seen beaming and burning at the window of the bit hole where they lived.

It was first observed by Lady Macadam, who never went to bed at any

Christian hour, but sat up reading her new French novels and play-books

with Miss Sabrina, the schoolmistress. She gave the alarm, thinking that

such a great and continuous light from a lone house, where never candle

had been seen before, could be nothing less than the flame of a burning.

And sending Miss Sabrina and the servants to see what was the matter,

they beheld daft Jenny, and her as daft daughter, with a score of candle

doups, (Heaven only knows where they got them!) placed in the window, and

the twa fools dancing, and linking, and admiring before the door.

“What’s all this about, Jenny,” said Miss Sabrina.—“Awa’ wi’ you, awa’

wi’ you—ye wicked pope, ye whore of Babylon—is na it for the glory of

God, and the Protestant religion? d’ye think I will be a pope as long as

light can put out darkness?”—And with that the mother and daughter began

again to leap and dance as madly as before.

It seems that poor Jenny, having heard of the luminations that were

lighted up through the country on the ending of the Popish Bill, had,

with Meg, travelled by themselves into Glasgow, where they had gathered

or begged a stock of candles, and coming back under the cloud of night,

had surprised and alarmed the whole clachan, by lighting up their window

in the manner that I have described. Poor Miss Sabrina, at Jenny’s

uncivil salutation, went back to my lady with her heart full, and would

fain have had the idiots brought to task before the session, for what

they had said to her. But I would not hear tell of such a thing, for

which Miss Sabrina owed me a grudge that was not soon given up. At the

same time, I was grieved to see the testimonies of joyfulness for a holy

victory, brought into such disrepute by the ill-timed demonstrations of

the two irreclaimable naturals, that had not a true conception of the

cause for which they were triumphing.

CHAPTER XXII

YEAR 1781

IF the two last years passed o’er the heads of me and my people without

any manifest dolour, which is a great thing to say for so long a period

in this world, we had our own trials and tribulations in the one of which

I have now to make mention. Mungo Argyle, the exciseman, waxing rich,

grew proud and petulant, and would have ruled the country side with a rod

of iron. Nothing less would serve him than a fine horse to ride on, and

a world of other conveniences and luxuries, as if he had been on an

equality with gentlemen. And he bought a grand gun, which was called a

fowling-piece; and he had two pointer dogs, the like of which had not

been seen in the parish since the planting of the Eaglesham-wood on the

moorland, which was four years before I got the call. Every body said

the man was fey; and truly, when I remarked him so gallant and gay on the

Sabbath at the kirk, and noted his glowing face and gleg een, I thought

at times there was something no canny about him. It was indeed clear to

be seen, that the man was hurried out of himself; but nobody could have

thought that the death he was to dree would have been what it was.

About the end of summer my Lord Eaglesham came to the castle, bringing

with him an English madam, that was his Miss. Some days after he came

down from London, as he was riding past the manse, his lordship stopped

to enquire for my health, and I went to the door to speak to him. I

thought that he did not meet me with that blithe countenance he was wont,

and in going away, he said with a blush, “I fear I dare not ask you to

come to the castle.” I had heard of his concubine, and I said, “In

saying so, my lord, you show a spark of grace; for it would not become me

to see what I have heard; and I am surprised, my lord, you will not

rather take a lady of your own.” He looked kindly, but confused, saying,

he did not know where to get one; so seeing his shame, and not wishing to

put him out of conceit entirely with himself, I replied, “Na, na, my

lord, there’s nobody will believe that, for there never was a silly Jock,

but there was as silly a Jenny,” at which he laughed heartily, and rode

away. But I know not what was in’t; I was troubled in mind about him,

and thought, as he was riding away, that I would never see him again; and

sure enough it so happened; for the next day, being airing in his coach

with Miss Spangle, the lady he had brought, he happened to see Mungo

Argyle with his dogs and his gun, and my lord being as particular about

his game as the other was about boxes of tea and kegs of brandy, he

jumped out of the carriage, and ran to take the gun. Words passed, and

the exciseman shot my lord. Never shall I forget that day; such riding,

such running, the whole country side afoot; but the same night my lord

breathed his last; and the mad and wild reprobate that did the deed was

taken up and sent off to Edinburgh. This was a woeful riddance of that

oppressor, for my lord was a good landlord and a kind-hearted man; and

albeit, though a little thoughtless, was aye ready to make his power,

when the way was pointed out, minister to good works. The whole parish

mourned for him, and there was not a sorer heart in all its bounds than

my own. Never was such a sight seen as his burial: the whole country

side was there, and all as solemn as if they had been assembled in the

valley of Jehoshaphat in the latter day. The hedges where the funeral

was to pass were clad with weans, like bunches of hips and haws, and the

kirkyard was as if all its own dead were risen. Never, do I think, was

such a multitude gathered together. Some thought there could not be less

than three thousand grown men, besides women and children.

Scarcely was this great public calamity past, for it could be reckoned no

less, when one Saturday afternoon, as Miss Sabrina, the schoolmistress,

was dining with Lady Macadam, her ladyship was stricken with the

paralytics, and her face so thrown in the course of a few minutes, that

Miss Sabrina came flying to the manse for the help and advice of Mrs.

Balwhidder. A doctor was gotten with all speed by express; but her

ladyship was smitten beyond the reach of medicine. She lived, however,

some time after; but oh! she was such an object, that it was a grief to

see her. She could only mutter when she tried to speak, and was as

helpless as a baby. Though she never liked me, nor could I say there was

many things in her demeanour that pleased me; yet she was a free-handed

woman to the needful, and when she died she was more missed than it was

thought she could have been.

Shortly after her funeral, which was managed by a gentleman sent from her

friends in Edinburgh, that I wrote to about her condition, the Major, her

son, with his lady, Kate Malcolm, and two pretty bairns, came and stayed

in her house for a time, and they were a great happiness to us all, both

in the way of drinking tea, and sometimes taking a bit of dinner, their

only mother now, the worthy and pious Mrs. Malcolm, being regularly of

the company.

Before the end of the year, I should mention, that the fortune of Mrs.

Malcolm’s family got another shove upwards, by the promotion of her

second son, Robert Malcolm, who, being grown an expert and careful

mariner, was made captain of a grand ship, whereof Provost Maitland of

Glasgow, that was kind to his mother in her distresses, was the owner.

But that douce lad Willie, her youngest son, who was at the university of

Glasgow under the Lord Eaglesham’s patronage, was like to have suffered a

blight. However, Major Macadam, when I spoke to him anent the young

man’s loss of his patron, said, with a pleasant generosity, he should not

be stickit; and, accordingly, he made up, as far as money could, for the

loss of his lordship; but there was none that made up for the great power

and influence, which, I have no doubt, the Earl would have exerted in his

behalf, when he was ripened for the church. So that, although in time

William came out a sound and heart-searching preacher, he was long

obliged, like many another unfriended saint, to cultivate sand, and wash

Ethiopians in the shape of an east country gentleman’s camstrairy weans;

than which, as he wrote me himself, there cannot be on earth a greater

trial of temper. However, in the end he was rewarded, and is not only

now a placed minister, but a doctor of divinity.

The death of Lady Macadam was followed by another parochial misfortune;

for, considering the time when it happened, we could count it as nothing

less. Auld Thomas Howkings, the betheral, fell sick, and died in the

course of a week’s illness, about the end of November; and the measles

coming at that time upon the parish, there was such a smashery of the

poor weans as had not been known for an age; insomuch that James Banes,

the lad who was Thomas Howkings’ helper, rose in open rebellion against

the session during his superior’s illness; and we were constrained to

augment his pay, and to promise him the place if Thomas did not recover,

which it was then thought he could not do. On the day this happened,

there were three dead children in the clachan, and a panic and

consternation spread about the burial of them when James Bane’s

insurrection was known, which made both me and the session glad to hush

up the affair, that the heart of the public might have no more than the

sufferings of individuals to hurt it.—Thus ended a year, on many

accounts, heavy to be remembered.

CHAPTER XXIII

YEAR 1782

ALTHOUGH I have not been particular in noticing it, from time to time,

there had been an occasional going off, at fairs and on market-days, of

the lads of the parish as soldiers, and when Captain Malcolm got the

command of his ship, no less than four young men sailed with him from the

clachan; so that we were deeper and deeper interested in the proceedings

of the doleful war that was raging in the plantations. By one post we

heard of no less than three brave fellows belonging to us being slain in

one battle, for which there was a loud and general lamentation.

Shortly after this, I got a letter from Charles Malcolm, a very pretty

letter it indeed was: he had heard of my Lord Eaglesham’s murder, and

grieved for the loss, both because his lordship was a good man, and

because he had been such a friend to him and his family. “But,” said

Charles, “the best way I can show my gratitude for his patronage, is to

prove myself a good officer to my king and country.” Which I thought a

brave sentiment, and was pleased thereat; for somehow Charles, from the

time he brought me the limes to make a bowl of punch, in his pocket from

Jamaica, had built a nest of affection in my heart. But, oh! the wicked

wastry of life in war. In less than a month after, the news came of a

victory over the French fleet, and by the same post I got a letter from

Mr. Howard, that was the midshipman who came to see us with Charles,

telling me that poor Charles had been mortally wounded in the action, and

had afterwards died of his wounds. “He was a hero in the engagement,”

said Mr. Howard, “and he died as a good and a brave man should.”—These

tidings gave me one of the sorest hearts I ever suffered, and it was long

before I could gather fortitude to disclose the tidings to poor Charles’s

mother. But the callants of the school had heard of the victory, and

were going shouting about, and had set the steeple bell a-ringing, by

which Mrs. Malcolm heard the news; and knowing that Charles’s ship was

with the fleet, she came over to the manse in great anxiety to hear the

particulars, somebody telling her that there had been a foreign letter to

me by the postman.

When I saw her I could not speak, but looked at her in pity, and, the

tear fleeing up into my eyes, she guessed what had happened. After

giving a deep and sore sigh, she enquired, “How did he behave? I hope

well, for he was aye a gallant laddie!”—and then she wept very bitterly.

However, growing calmer, I read to her the letter; and, when I had done,

she begged me to give it to her to keep, saying, “It’s all that I have

now left of my pretty boy; but it’s mair precious to me than the wealth

of the Indies;” and she begged me to return thanks to the Lord for all

the comforts and manifold mercies with which her lot had been blessed,

since the hour she put her trust in him alone; and that was when she was

left a penniless widow, with her five fatherless bairns.

It was just an edification of the spirit to see the Christian resignation

of this worthy woman. Mrs. Balwhidder was confounded, and said, there

was more sorrow in seeing the deep grief of her fortitude than tongue

could tell.

[Picture: The Old Herd]

Having taken a glass of wine with her, I walked out to conduct her to her

own house; but in the way we met with a severe trial. All the weans were

out parading with napkins and kail-blades on sticks, rejoicing and

triumphing in the glad tidings of victory. But when they saw me and Mrs.

Malcolm coming slowly along, they guessed what had happened, and threw

away their banners of joy; and standing all up in a row, with silence and

sadness, along the kirkyard wall as we passed, showed an instinct of

compassion that penetrated to my very soul. The poor mother burst into

fresh affliction, and some of the bairns into an audible weeping; and,

taking one another by the hand, they followed us to her door, like

mourners at a funeral. Never was such a sight seen in any town before.

The neighbours came to look at it as we walked along, and the men turned

aside to hide their faces; while the mothers pressed their babies

fondlier to their bosoms, and watered their innocent faces with their

tears.

I prepared a suitable sermon, taking as the words of my text, “Howl, ye

ships of Tarshish, for your strength is laid waste.” But when I saw

around me so many of my people clad in complimentary mourning for the

gallant Charles Malcolm, and that even poor daft Jenny Gaffaw, and her

daughter, had on an old black riband; and when I thought of him, the

spirited laddie, coming home from Jamaica with his parrot on his

shoulder, and his limes for me, my heart filled full, and I was obliged

to sit down in the pulpit, and drop a tear.

After a pause, and the Lord having vouchsafed to compose me, I rose up,

and gave out that anthem of triumph, the 124th psalm, the singing of

which brought the congregation round to themselves; but still I felt that

I could not preach as I had meant to do; therefore I only said a few

words of prayer, and singing another psalm, dismissed the congregation.

CHAPTER XXIV

YEAR 1783

THIS was another Sabbath year of my ministry. It has left me nothing to

record but a silent increase of prosperity in the parish. I myself had

now in the bank more than a thousand pounds, and every thing was thriving

around. My two bairns, Gilbert, that is now the merchant in Glasgow, was

grown into a sturdy ramplor laddie, and Janet, that is married upon Dr.

Kittleword, the minister of Swappington, was as fine a lassie for her

years as the eyes of a parent could desire to see.

Shortly after the news of the peace, an event at which all gave

themselves up to joy, a thing happened among us that at the time caused

much talk; but although very dreadful, was yet not so serious, some how

or other, as such an awsome doing should have been. Poor Jenny Gaffaw

happened to take a heavy cold, and soon thereafter died. Meg went about

from house to house, begging dead-clothes, and got the body straighted in

a wonderful decent manner, with a plate of earth and salt placed upon

it—an admonitory type of mortality and eternal life that has

ill-advisedly gone out of fashion. When I heard of this, I could not but

go to see how a creature that was not thought possessed of a grain of

understanding, could have done so much herself. On entering the door, I

beheld Meg sitting with two or three of the neighbouring kimmers, and the

corpse laid out on a bed. “Come awa’, sir,” said Meg; “this is an

altered house. They’re gane that keepit it bein; but, sir, we maun a’

come to this—we maun pay the debt o’ nature—death is a grim creditor, and

a doctor but brittle bail when the hour of reckoning’s at han’! What a

pity it is, mother, that you’re now dead, for here’s the minister come to

see you. Oh, sir! but she would have had a proud heart to see you in her

dwelling, for she had a genteel turn, and would not let me, her only

daughter, mess or mell wi’ the lathron lasses of the clachan. Ay, ay,

she brought me up with care, and edicated me for a lady: nae coarse wark

darkened my lily-white hands. But I maun work now; I maun dree the

penalty of man.”

Having stopped some time, listening to the curious maunnering of Meg, I

rose to come away; but she laid her hand on my arm, saying, “No, sir, ye

maun taste before ye gang! My mother had aye plenty in her life, nor

shall her latter day be needy.”

Accordingly, Meg, with all the due formality common on such occasions,

produced a bottle of water, and a dram-glass, which she filled and

tasted, then presented to me, at the same time offering me a bit of bread

on a slate. It was a consternation to everybody how the daft creature

had learnt all the ceremonies, which she performed in a manner past the

power of pen to describe, making the solemnity of death, by her strange

mockery, a kind of merriment, that was more painful than sorrow; but some

spirits are gifted with a faculty of observation, that, by the strength

of a little fancy, enables them to make a wonderful and truthlike

semblance of things and events, which they never saw, and poor Meg seemed

to have this gift.

The same night, the session having provided a coffin, the body was put

in, and removed to Mr. Mutchkin’s brewhouse, where the lads and lassies

kept the late-wake.

Saving this, the year flowed in a calm, and we floated on in the stream

of time towards the great ocean of eternity, like ducks and geese in the

river’s tide, that are carried down without being sensible of the speed

of the current. Alas! we have not wings like them, to fly back to the

place we set out from.

CHAPTER XXV

YEAR 1784

I HAVE ever thought that this was a bright year, truly an Ann. Dom., for

in it many of the lads came home that had listed to be soldiers; and Mr.

Howard, that was the midshipman, being now a captain of a man-of-war,

came down from England and married Effie Malcolm, and took her up with

him to London, where she wrote to her mother, that she found his family

people of great note, and more kind to her than she could write. By this

time, also, Major Macadam was made a colonel, and lived with his lady in

Edinburgh, where they were much respected by the genteeler classes, Mrs.

Macadam being considered a great unco among them for all manner of

ladylike ornaments, she having been taught every sort of perfection in

that way by the old lady, who was educated at the court of France, and

was, from her birth, a person of quality. In this year, also, Captain

Malcolm, her brother, married a daughter of a Glasgow merchant, so that

Mrs. Malcolm, in her declining years, had the prospect of a bright

setting; but nothing could change the sober Christianity of her settled

mind; and although she was strongly invited, both by the Macadams and the

Howards, to see their felicity, she ever declined the same, saying—“No!

I have been long out of the world, or rather, I have never been in it; my

ways are not as theirs; and although I ken their hearts would be glad to

be kind to me, I might fash their servants, or their friends might think

me unlike other folk, by which, instead of causing pleasure,

mortification might ensue; so I will remain in my own house, trusting

that, when they can spare the time, they will come and see me.”

There was a spirit of true wisdom in this resolution, for it required a

forbearance that in weaker minds would have relaxed; but though a person

of a most slender and delicate frame of body, she was a Judith in

fortitude; and in all the fortune that seemed now smiling upon her, she

never was lifted up, but bore always that pale and meek look, which gave

a saintliness to her endeavours in the days of her suffering and poverty.

But when we enjoy most, we have least to tell. I look back on this year

as on a sunny spot in the valley, amidst the shadows of the clouds of

time; and I have nothing to record, save the remembrance of welcomings

and weddings, and a meeting of bairns and parents, that the wars and the

waters had long raged between. Contentment within the bosom, lent a

livelier grace to the countenance of Nature; and everybody said, that in

this year the hedges were greener than common, the gowans brighter on the

brae, and the heads of the statelier trees adorned with a richer coronal

of leaves and blossoms. All things were animated with the gladness of

thankfulness, and testified to the goodness of their Maker.

CHAPTER XXVI

YEAR 1785

WELL may we say, in the pious words of my old friend and neighbour, the

Reverend Mr. Keekie of Loupinton, that the world is such a

wheel-carriage, that it might very properly be called the WHIRL’D. This

reflection was brought home to me in a very striking manner, while I was

preparing a discourse for my people, to be preached on the anniversary

day of my placing, in which I took a view of what had passed in the

parish during the five-and-twenty years that I had been, by the grace of

God, the pastor thereof. The bairns, that were bairns when I came among

my people, were ripened unto parents, and a new generation was swelling

in the bud around me. But it is what happened that I have to give an

account of.

This year the Lady Macadam’s jointure-house that was, having been long

without a tenant, a Mr. Cayenne and his family, American loyalists, came

and took it, and settled among us for a time. His wife was a clever

woman, and they had two daughters, Miss Virginia and Miss Carolina; but

he was himself an ettercap, a perfect spunkie of passion, as ever was

known in town or country. His wife had a terrible time o’t with him, and

yet the unhappy man had a great share of common sense, and, saving the

exploits of his unmanageable temper, was an honest and creditable

gentleman. Of his humour we soon had a sample, as I shall relate at

length all about it.

Shortly after he came to the parish, Mrs. Balwhidder and me waited upon

the family to pay our respects, and Mr. Cayenne, in a free and hearty

manner, insisted on us staying to dinner. His wife, I could see, was not

satisfied with this, not being, as I discerned afterwards, prepared to

give an entertainment to strangers; however, we fell into the misfortune

of staying, and nothing could exceed the happiness of Mr. Cayenne. I

thought him one of the blithest bodies I had ever seen, and had no notion

that he was such a tap of tow as in the sequel he proved himself.

As there was something extra to prepare, the dinner was a little longer

of being on the table than usual, at which he began to fash, and every

now and then took a turn up and down the room, with his hands behind his

back, giving a short melancholious whistle. At length the dinner was

served, but it was more scanty than he had expected, and this upset his

good-humour altogether. Scarcely had I asked the blessing when he began

to storm at his blackamoor servant, who was, however, used to his way,

and did his work without minding him; but by some neglect there was no

mustard down, which Mr. Cayenne called for in the voice of a tempest, and

one of the servant lassies came in with the pot, trembling. It happened

that, as it had not been used for a day or two before, the lid was

clagged, and, as it were, glued in, so that Mr. Cayenne could not get it

out, which put him quite wud, and he attempted to fling it at Sambo, the

black lad’s head, but it stottit against the wall, and the lid flying

open, the whole mustard flew in his own face, which made him a sight not

to be spoken of. However it calmed him; but really, as I had never seen

such a man before, I could not but consider the accident as a

providential reproof, and trembled to think what greater evil might fall

out in the hands of a man so left to himself in the intemperance of

passion.

But the worst thing about Mr. Cayenne was his meddling with matters in

which he had no concern; for he had a most irksome nature, and could not

be at rest, so that he was truly a thorn in our side. Among other of his

strange doings, was the part he took in the proceedings of the session,

with which he had as little to do, in a manner, as the man in the moon;

but having no business on his hands, he attended every sederunt, and from

less to more, having no self-government, he began to give his opinion in

our deliberations; and often bred us trouble, by causing strife to arise.

It happened, as the time of the summer occasion was drawing near, that it

behoved us to make arrangements about the assistance; and upon the

suggestion of the elders, to which I paid always the greatest deference,

I invited Mr. Keekie of Loupinton, who was a sound preacher, and a great

expounder of the kittle parts of the Old Testament, being a man well

versed in the Hebrew and etymologies, for which he was much reverenced by

the old people that delighted to search the Scriptures. I had also

written to Mr. Sprose of Annock, a preacher of another sort, being a

vehement and powerful thresher of the word, making the chaff and vain

babbling of corrupt commentators to fly from his hand. He was not,

however, so well liked, as he wanted that connect method which is needful

to the enforcing of doctrine. But he had never been among us, and it was

thought it would be a godly treat to the parish to let the people hear

him. Besides Mr. Sprose, Mr. Waikle of Gowanry, a quiet hewer out of the

image of holiness in the heart, was likewise invited, all in addition to

our old stoops from the adjacent parishes.

None of these three preachers were in any estimation with Mr. Cayenne,

who had only heard each of them once; and he, happening to be present in

the session-house at the time, enquired how we had settled. I thought

this not a very orderly question, but I gave him a civil answer, saying,

that, Mr. Keekie of Loupinton would preach on the morning of the

fast-day, Mr. Sprose of Annock in the afternoon, and Mr. Waikle of

Gowanry on the Saturday. Never shall I or the elders, while the breath

of life is in our bodies, forget the reply. Mr. Cayenne struck the table

like a clap of thunder, and cried, “Mr. Keekie of Loupinton, and Mr.

Sprose of Annock, and Mr. Waikle of Gowanry, and all suck trash, may go

to — and be —!” and out of the house he bounced, like a hand-ball

stotting on a stone.

The elders and me were confounded, and for some time we could not speak,

but looked at each other, doubtful if our ears heard aright. At long and

length I came to myself; and, in the strength of God, took my place at

the table, and said, this was an outrageous impiety not to be borne,

which all the elders agreed to; and we thereupon came to a resolve, which

I dictated myself, wherein we debarred Mr. Cayenne from ever after

entering, unless summoned, the session-house, the which resolve we

directed the session-clerk to send to him direct, and thus we vindicated

the insulted privileges of the church.

Mr. Cayenne had cooled before he got home, and our paper coming to him in

his appeased blood, he immediately came to the manse, and made a contrite

apology for his hasty temper, which I reported in due time and form, to

the session, and there the matter ended. But here was an example plain

to be seen of the truth of the old proverb, that as one door shuts

another opens; for scarcely were we in quietness by the decease of that

old light-headed woman, the Lady Macadam, till a full equivalent for her

was given in this hot and fiery Mr. Cayenne.

CHAPTER XXVII

YEAR 1786

FROM the day of my settlement, I had resolved, in order to win the

affections of my people, and to promote unison among the heritors, to be

of as little expense to the parish as possible; but by this time the

manse had fallen into a sore state of decay—the doors were wormed on the

hinges—the casements of the windows chattered all the winter, like the

teeth of a person perishing with cold, so that we had no comfort in the

house; by which, at the urgent instigations of Mrs. Balwhidder, I was

obligated to represent our situation to the session. I would rather,

having so much saved money in the bank, paid the needful repairs myself,

than have done this, but she said it would be a rank injustice to our own

family; and her father, Mr. Kibbock, who was very long-headed, with more

than a common man’s portion of understanding, pointed out to me, that, as

my life was but in my lip, it would be a wrong thing towards whomsoever

was ordained to be my successor, to use the heritors to the custom of the

minister paying for the reparations of the manse, as it might happen he

might not be so well able to afford it as me. So in a manner, by their

persuasion, and the constraint of the justice of the case, I made a

report of the infirmities both of doors and windows, as well as of the

rotten state of the floors, which were constantly in want of cobbling.

Over and above all, I told them of the sarking of the roof, which was as

frush as a puddock-stool; insomuch, that in every blast some of the pins

lost their grip, and the slates came hurling off.

The heritors were accordingly convened, and, after some deliberation,

they proposed that the house should be seen to, and whitewashed and

painted; and I thought this might do, for I saw they were terrified at

the expense of a thorough repair; but when I went home and repeated to

Mrs. Balwhidder what had been said at the meeting, and my thankfulness at

getting the heritors’ consent to do so much, she was excessively angry,

and told me, that all the painting and whitewashing in the world would

avail nothing, for that the house was as a sepulchre full of rottenness;

and she sent for Mr. Kibbock, her father, to confer with him on the way

of getting the matter put to rights.

Mr. Kibbock came, and hearing of what had passed, pondered for some time,

and then said, “All was very right! the minister (meaning me) has just to

get tradesmen to look at the house, and write out their opinion of what

it needs. There will be plaster to mend; so, before painting, he will

get a plasterer. There will be a slater wanted; he has just to get a

slater’s estimate, and a wright’s, and so forth, and when all is done, he

will lay them before the session and the heritors, who, no doubt, will

direct the reparations to go forward.”

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This was very pawkie, counselling, of Mr. Kibbock, and I did not see

through it at the time, but did as he recommended, and took all the

different estimates, when they came in, to the session. The elders

commended my prudence exceedingly for so doing, before going to work; and

one of them asked me what the amount of the whole would be, but I had not

cast it up. Some of the heritors thought that a hundred pounds would be

sufficient for the outlay; but judge of our consternation, when, in

counting up all the sums of the different estimates together, we found

them well on towards a thousand pounds. “Better big a new house at once,

than do this!” cried all the elders, by which I then perceived the

draughtiness of Mr. Kibbock’s advice. Accordingly, another meeting of

the heritors was summoned, and after a great deal of controversy, it was

agreed that a new manse should be erected; and, shortly after, we

contracted with Thomas Trowel, the mason to build one for six hundred

pounds, with all the requisite appurtenances, by which a clear gain was

saved to the parish, by the foresight of Mr. Kibbock, to the amount of

nearly four hundred pounds. But the heritors did not mean to have

allowed the sort of repair that his plan comprehended. He was, however,

a far forecasting man; the like of him for natural parts not being in our

country side; and nobody could get the whip-hand of him, either in a

bargain or an improvement, when he once was sensible of the advantage.

He was, indeed, a blessing to the shire, both by his example as a farmer,

and by his sound and discreet advice in the contentions of his

neighbours, being a man, as was a saying among the commonality, “wiser

than the law and the fifteen Lords of Edinburgh.”

The building of the new manse occasioned a heavy cess on the heritors,

which made them overly ready to pick holes in the coats of me and the

elders; so that, out of my forbearance and delicacy in time past, grew a

lordliness on their part, that was an ill return for the years that I had

endured no little inconveniency for their sake. It was not in my heart

or principles to harm the hair of a dog; but when I discerned the

austerity with which they were disposed to treat their minister, I

bethought me that, for the preservation of what was due to the

establishment and the upholding of the decent administration of religion,

I ought to set my face against the sordid intolerance by which they were

actuated. This notion I weighed well before divulging it to any person;

but when I had assured myself as to the rectitude thereof, I rode over

one day to Mr. Kibbock’s, and broke my mind to him about claiming out of

the teinds an augmentation of my stipend, not because I needed it, but in

case, after me, some bare and hungry gorbie of the Lord should be sent

upon the parish, in no such condition to plea with the heritors as I was.

Mr. Kibbock highly approved of my intent; and by his help, after much

tribulation, I got an augmentation both in glebe and income; and to mark

my reason for what I did, I took upon me to keep and clothe the wives and

orphans of the parish, who lost their breadwinners in the American war.

But for all that, the heritors spoke of me as an avaricious Jew, and made

the hard-won fruits of Mrs. Balwhidder’s great thrift and good management

a matter of reproach against me. Few of them would come to the church,

but stayed away, to the detriment of their own souls hereafter, in order,

as they thought, to punish me; so that, in the course of this year, there

was a visible decay of the sense of religion among the better orders of

the parish, and, as will be seen in the sequel, their evil example

infected the minds of many of the rising generation.

It was in this year that Mr. Cayenne bought the mailing of the Wheatrigs,

but did not begin to build his house till the following spring; for being

ill to please with a plan, he fell out with the builders, and on one

occasion got into such a passion with Mr. Trowel, the mason, that he

struck him a blow on the face, for which he was obligated to make

atonement. It was thought the matter would have been carried before the

Lords; but, by the mediation of Mr. Kibbock, with my helping hand, a

reconciliation was brought about, Mr. Cayenne indemnifying the mason with

a sum of money to say no more anent it; after which, he employed him to

build his house, a thing that no man could have thought possible, who

reflected on the enmity between them.

CHAPTER XXVIII

YEAR 1787

THERE had been, as I have frequently observed, a visible improvement

going on in the parish. From the time of the making of the toll-road,

every new house that was built in the clachan was built along that road.

Among other changes hereby caused, the Lady Macadam’s jointure-house that

was, which stood in a pleasant parterre, inclosed within a stone wall and

an iron gate, having a pillar with a pineapple head on each side, came to

be in the middle of the town. While Mr. Cayenne inhabited the same, it

was maintained in good order; but on his flitting to his own new house on

the Wheatrigs, the parterre was soon overrun with weeds, and it began to

wear the look of a waste place. Robert Toddy, who then kept the

change-house, and who had, from the lady’s death, rented the coach-house

for stabling, in this juncture thought of it for an inn; so he set his

own house to Thomas Treddles the weaver, whose son, William, is now the

great Glasgow manufacturer, that has cotton-mills and steam-engines, and

took, “the Place,” as it was called, and had a fine sign, THE CROSS-KEYS,

painted and put up in golden characters, by which it became one of the

most noted inns anywhere to be seen; and the civility of Mrs. Toddy was

commended by all strangers. But although this transmutation from a

change-house to an inn was a vast amendment, in a manner, to the parish,

there was little amendment of manners thereby; for the farmer lads began

to hold dancings and other riotous proceedings there, and to bring, as it

were, the evil practices of towns into the heart of the country. All

sort of licence was allowed as to drink and hours; and the edifying

example of Mr. Mutchkins and his pious family, was no longer held up to

the imitation of the wayfaring man.

Saving the mutation of “the Place” into an inn, nothing very remarkable

happened in this year. We got into our new manse about the middle of

March; but it was rather damp, being new plastered, and it caused me to

have a severe attack of the rheumatics in the fall of the year.

I should not, in my notations, forget to mark a new luxury that got in

among the commonality at this time. By the opening of new roads, and the

traffic thereon with carts and carriers, and by our young men that were

sailors going to the Clyde, and sailing to Jamaica and the West Indies,

heaps of sugar and coffee-beans were brought home, while many, among the

kail-stocks and cabbages in their yards, had planted groset and berry

bushes; which two things happening together, the fashion to make jam and

jelly, which hitherto had been only known in the kitchens and

confectionaries of the gentry, came to be introduced into the clachan.

All this, however, was not without a plausible pretext; for it was found

that jelly was an excellent medicine for a sore throat, and jam a remedy

as good as London candy for a cough, or a cold, or a shortness of breath.

I could not, however, say that this gave me so much concern as the

smuggling trade, only it occasioned a great fasherie to Mrs. Balwhidder;

for, in the berry time, there was no end to the borrowing of her

brass-pan to make jelly and jam, till Mrs. Toddy of the Cross-Keys bought

one, which, in its turn, came into request, and saved ours.

It was in the Martinmas quarter of this year that I got the first payment

of my augmentation. Having no desire to rip up old sores, I shall say no

more anent it, the worst being anticipated in my chronicle of the last

year; but there was a thing happened in the payment that occasioned a

vexation at the time, of a very disagreeable nature. Daft Meg Gaffaw,

who, from the tragical death of her mother, was a privileged subject,

used to come to the manse on the Saturdays for a meal of meat; and so it

fell out that as, by some neglect of mine, no steps had been taken to

regulate the disposal of the victual that constituted the means of the

augmentation, some of the heritors, in an ungracious temper, sent what

they called the tithe-ball (the Lord knows it was not the fiftieth!) to

the manse, where I had no place to put it. This fell out on a Saturday

night, when I was busy with my sermon, thinking not of silver or gold,

but of much better; so that I was greatly molested and disturbed thereby.

Daft Meg, who sat by the kitchen chimley-lug, hearing a’, said nothing

for a time; but when she saw how Mrs. Balwhidder and me were put to, she

cried out with a loud voice, like a soul under the inspiration of

prophecy—“When the widow’s cruse had filled all the vessels in the house,

the Lord stopped the increase. Verily, verily, I say unto you, if your

barns be filled, and your girnell-kists can hold no more, seek till ye

shall find the tume basins of the poor, and therein pour the corn, and

the oil, and the wine of your abundance; so shall ye be blessed of the

Lord.” The which words I took for an admonition, and directing the sacks

to be brought into the dining-room and other chambers of the manse, I

sent off the heritors’ servants, that had done me this prejudice, with an

unexpected thankfulness. But this, as I afterwards was informed, both

them and their masters attributed to the greedy grasp of avarice, with

which they considered me as misled; and having said so, nothing could

exceed their mortification on Monday, when they heard (for they were of

those who had deserted the kirk) that I had given by the precentor notice

to every widow in the parish that was in need, to come to the manse and

she would receive her portion of the partitioning of the augmentation.

Thus, without any offence on my part, saving the strictness of justice,

was a division made between me and the heritors; but the people were with

me; and my own conscience was with me; and though the fronts of the lofts

and the pews of the heritors were but thinly filled, I trusted that a

good time was coming, when the gentry would see the error of their way.

So I bent the head of resignation to the Lord, and, assisted by the

wisdom of Mr. Kibbock, adhered to the course I had adopted; but at the

close of the year my heart was sorrowful for the schism; and my prayer on

Hogmanay was one of great bitterness of soul, that such an evil had come

to pass.

CHAPTER XXIX

YEAR 1788

IT had been often remarked by ingenious men, that the Brawl burn, which

ran through the parish, though a small, was yet a rapid stream, and had a

wonderful capability for damming, and to turn mills. From the time that

the Irville water deserted its channel this brook grew into repute, and

several mills and dams had been erected on its course. In this year a

proposal came from Glasgow to build a cotton-mill on its banks, beneath

the Witch-linn, which being on a corner of the Wheatrig, the property of

Mr. Cayenne, he not only consented thereto, but took a part in the profit

or loss therein; and, being a man of great activity, though we thought

him, for many a day, a serpent-plague sent upon the parish, he proved

thereby one of our greatest benefactors. The cotton-mill was built, and

a spacious fabric it was—nothing like it had been seen before in our day

and generation—and, for the people that were brought to work in it, a new

town was built in the vicinity, which Mr. Cayenne, the same being founded

on his land, called Cayenneville, the name of the plantation in Virginia

that had been taken from him by the rebellious Americans. From that day

Fortune was lavish of her favours upon him; his property swelled, and

grew in the most extraordinary manner, and the whole country side was

stirring with a new life. For, when the mill was set a-going, he got

weavers of muslin established in Cayenneville; and shortly after, but

that did not take place till the year following, he brought women all the

way from the neighbourhood of Manchester, in England, to teach the lassie

bairns in our old clachan tambouring.

Some of the ancient families, in their turreted houses, were not pleased

with this innovation, especially when they saw the handsome dwellings

that were built for the weavers of the mills, and the unstinted hand that

supplied the wealth required for the carrying on of the business. It

sank their pride into insignificance, and many of them would almost

rather have wanted the rise that took place in the value of their lands,

than have seen this incoming of what they called o’er-sea speculation.

But, saving the building of the cotton-mill, and the beginning of

Cayenneville, nothing more memorable happened in this year, still it was

nevertheless a year of a great activity. The minds of men were excited

to new enterprises; a new genius, as it were, had descended upon the

earth, and there was an erect and outlooking spirit abroad that was not

to be satisfied with the taciturn regularity of ancient affairs. Even

Miss Sabrina Hooky, the schoolmistress, though now waned from her

meridian, was touched with the enlivening rod, and set herself to learn

and to teach tambouring, in such a manner as to supersede by precept and

example that old time-honoured functionary, as she herself called it, the

spinning-wheel, proving, as she did one night to Mr. Kibbock and me,

that, if more money could be made by a woman tambouring than by spinning,

it was better for her to tambour than to spin.

But, in the midst of all this commercing and manufacturing, I began to

discover signs of decay in the wonted simplicity of our country ways.

Among the cotton-spinners and muslin weavers of Cayenneville were several

unsatisfied and ambitious spirits, who clubbed together, and got a London

newspaper to the Cross-Keys, where they were nightly in the habit of

meeting and debating about the affairs of the French, which were then

gathering towards a head. They were represented to me as lads by common

in capacity, but with unsettled notions of religion. They were, however,

quiet and orderly; and some of them since, at Glasgow, Paisley, and

Manchester, even, I am told, in London, have grown into a topping way.

It seems they did not like my manner of preaching, and on that account

absented themselves from public worship; which, when I heard, I sent for

some of them, to convince them of their error with regard to the truth of

divers points of doctrine; but they confounded me with their objections,

and used my arguments, which were the old and orthodox proven opinions of

the Divinity Hall, as if they had been the light sayings of a vain man.

So that I was troubled, fearing that some change would ensue to my

people, who had hitherto lived amidst the boughs and branches of the

gospel unmolested by the fowler’s snare, and I set myself to watch

narrowly, and with a vigilant eye, what would come to pass.

There was a visible increase among us of worldly prosperity in the course

of this year; insomuch that some of the farmers, who were in the custom

of taking their vendibles to the neighbouring towns on the Tuesdays, the

Wednesdays, and Fridays, were led to open a market on the Saturdays in

our own clachan, the which proved a great convenience. But I cannot take

it upon me to say, whether this can be said to have well begun in the

present Ann. Dom., although I know that in the summer of the ensuing year

it was grown into a settled custom; which I well recollect by the

Macadams coming with their bairns to see Mrs. Malcolm, their mother,

suddenly on a Saturday afternoon; on which occasion me and Mrs.

Balwhidder were invited to dine with them, and Mrs. Malcolm bought in the

market for the dinner that day, both mutton and fowls, such as twenty

years before could not have been got for love or money on such a pinch.

Besides, she had two bottles of red and white wine from the Cross-Keys,

luxuries which, saving in the Breadland House in its best days, could not

have been had in the whole parish, but must have been brought from a

borough town; for Eaglesham Castle is not within the bounds of

Dalmailing, and my observe does not apply to the stock and stores of that

honourable mansion, but only to the dwellings of our own heritors, who

were in general straitened in their circumstances, partly with upsetting,

and partly by the eating rust of family pride, which hurt the edge of

many a clever fellow among them, that would have done well in the way of

trade, but sunk into divors for the sake of their genteelity.

CHAPTER XXX

YEAR 1789

THIS I have always reflected upon as one of our blessed years. It was

not remarkable for any extraordinary occurrence; but there was a

hopefulness in the minds of men, and a planning of new undertakings, of

which, whatever may be the upshot, the devising is ever rich in the

cheerful anticipations of good.

Another new line of road was planned, for a shorter cut to the

cotton-mill, from the main road to Glasgow, and a public-house was opened

in Cayenneville: the latter, however, was not an event that gave me much

satisfaction; but it was a convenience to the inhabitants, and the

carriers that brought the cotton-bags and took away the yarn twice

a-week, needed a place of refreshment. And there was a stage-coach set

up thrice every week from Ayr, that passed through the town, by which it

was possible to travel to Glasgow between breakfast and dinner time, a

thing that could not, when I came to the parish, have been thought within

the compass of man.

This stage-coach I thought one of the greatest conveniences that had been

established among us; and it enabled Mrs. Balwhidder to send a basket of

her fresh butter into the Glasgow market, by which, in the spring and the

fall of the year, she got a great price; for the Glasgow merchants are

fond of excellent eatables, and the payment was aye ready money—Tam

Whirlit the driver paying for the one basket when he took up the other.

In this year William Malcolm, the youngest son of the widow, having been

some time a tutor in a family in the east country, came to see his

mother, as indeed he had done every year from the time he went to the

college; but this occasion was made remarkable by his preaching in my

pulpit. His old acquaintance were curious to hear him; and I myself had

a sort of a wish likewise, being desirous to know how far he was

orthodox; so I thought fit, on the suggestion of one of the elders, to

ask him to preach one day for me, which, after some fleeching, he

consented to do. I think, however, there was a true modesty in his

diffidence, although his reason was a weak one, being lest he might not

satisfy his mother, who had as yet never heard him. Accordingly, on the

Sabbath after, he did preach, and the kirk was well packed, and I was not

one of the least attentive of the congregation. His sermon assuredly was

well put together and there was nothing to object to in his doctrine; but

the elderly people thought his language rather too Englified, which I

thought likewise; for I never could abide that the plain auld Kirk of

Scotland, with her sober presbyterian simplicity, should borrow, either

in word or in deed, from the language of the prelatic hierarchy of

England. Nevertheless, the younger part of the congregation were loud in

his praise, saying, there had not been heard before such a style of

language in our side of the country. As for Mrs. Malcolm, his mother,

when I spoke to her anent the same, she said but little, expressing only

her hope that his example would be worthy of his precepts; so that, upon

the whole, it was a satisfaction to us all, that he was likely to prove a

stoop and upholding pillar to the Kirk of Scotland. And his mother had

the satisfaction, before she died, to see him a placed minister, and his

name among the authors of his country; for he published at Edinburgh a

volume of Moral Essays, of which he sent me a pretty bound copy, and they

were greatly creditable to his pen, though lacking somewhat of that birr

and smeddum that is the juice and flavour of books of that sort.

CHAPTER XXXI

YEAR 1790

THE features of this Ann. Dom. partook of the character of its

predecessor. Several new houses were added to the clachan; Cayenneville

was spreading out with weavers’ shops, and growing up fast into a town.

In some respects it got the start of ours; for one day, when I was going

to dine with Mr. Cayenne at Wheatrig House, not a little to my amazement,

did I behold a bookseller’s shop opened there, with sticks of red and

black wax, pouncet-boxes, pens, pocket-books, and new publications, in

the window, such as the like of was only to be seen in cities and borough

towns. And it was lighted at night by a patent lamp, which shed a

wonderful beam, burning oil, and having no smoke. The man sold likewise

perfumery, powder-puffs, trinkets, and Dublin dolls, besides penknives,

Castile soap, and walking-sticks, together with a prodigy of other

luxuries too tedious to mention.

Upon conversing with the man, for I was enchanted to go into this

phenomenon, for as no less could I regard it, he told me that he had a

correspondence with London, and could get me down any book published

there within the same month in which it came out; and he showed me divers

of the newest come out, of which I did not read even in the _Scots

Magazine_ till more than three months after, although I had till then

always considered that work as most interesting for its early

intelligence. But what I was most surprised to hear, was, that he took

in a daily London newspaper for the spinners and weavers, who paid him a

penny a-week a-piece for the same; they being all greatly taken up with

what, at the time, was going on in France.

This bookseller in the end, however, proved a whawp in our nest, for he

was in league with some of the English reformers; and when the story took

wind three years after, concerning the plots and treasons of the

corresponding societies and democrats, he was fain to make a moonlight

flitting, leaving his wife for a time to manage his affairs. I could

not, however, think any ill of the man notwithstanding; for he had very

correct notions of right and justice, in a political sense, and when he

came into the parish he was as orderly and well-behaved as any other

body; and conduct is a test that I have always found as good for a man’s

principles as professions. Nor, at the time of which I am speaking, was

there any of that dread or fear of reforming the government that has

since been occasioned by the wild and wasteful hand which the French

employed in their revolution.

But, among other improvements, I should mention that a Doctor Marigold

came and settled in Cayenneville, a small, round, happy-tempered man,

whose funny stories were far better liked than his drugs. There was a

doubt among some of the weavers if he was a skilful Esculapian; and this

doubt led to their holding out an inducement to another medical man, Dr.

Tanzey, to settle there likewise, by which it grew into a saying, that at

Cayenneville there was a doctor for health as well as sickness; for Dr.

Marigold was one of the best hands in the country at a pleasant

punch-bowl, while Dr. Tanzey had all the requisite knowledge for the

faculty for the bedside.

It was in this year that the hour-plate and hand on the kirk steeple were

renewed, as indeed, may yet be seen by the date, though it be again

greatly in want of fresh gilding; for it was by my advice that the

figures of the Ann. Dom. were placed one in each corner. In this year,

likewise, the bridge over the Brawl burn was built—a great convenience,

in the winter time, to the parishioners that lived on the north side; for

when there happened to be a spait on the Sunday, it kept them from the

kirk; but I did not find that the bridge mended the matter, till after

the conclusion of the war against the democrats, and the beginning of

that which we are now waging with Boney, their child and champion. It

is, indeed, wonderful to think of the occultation of grace that was

taking place about this time, throughout the whole bound of Christendom;

for I could mark a visible darkness of infidelity spreading in the corner

of the vineyard committed to my keeping, and a falling away of the vines

from their wonted props and confidence in the truths of Revelation. But

I said nothing. I knew that the faith could not be lost, and that it

would be found purer and purer the more it was tried; and this I have

lived to see, many now being zealous members of the church, that were

abundantly lukewarm at the period of which I am now speaking.

CHAPTER XXXII

YEAR 1791

IN the spring of this year, I took my son Gilbert into Glasgow, to place

him in a counting-house. As he had no inclination for any of the learned

professions, and not having been there from the time when I was sent to

the General Assembly, I cannot express my astonishment at the great

improvements, surpassing far all that was done in our part of the

country, which I thought was not to be paralleled. When I came

afterwards to reflect on my simplicity in this, it was clear to me that

we should not judge of the rest of the world by what we see going on

around ourselves, but walk abroad into other parts, and thereby enlarge

our sphere of observation, as well as ripen our judgment of things.

But although there was no doubt a great and visible increase of the city,

loftier buildings on all sides, and streets that spread their arms far

into the embraces of the country, I thought the looks of the population

were impaired, and that there was a greater proportion of long white

faces in the Trongate, than when I attended the Divinity class. These, I

was told, were the weavers and others concerned in the cotton trade,

which I could well believe, for they were very like in their looks to the

men of Cayenneville; but from living in a crowded town, and not breathing

a wholesome country air between their tasks, they had a stronger cast of

unhealthy melancholy. I was therefore very glad that Providence had

placed in my hand the pastoral staff of a country parish; for it cut me

to the heart to see so many young men, in the rising prime of life,

already in the arms of a pale consumption. “If, therefore,” said I to

Mrs. Balwhidder, when I returned home to the manse, “we live, as it were,

within the narrow circle of ignorance, we are spared from the pain of

knowing many an evil; and, surely, in much knowledge there is sadness of

heart.”

But the main effect of this was to make me do all in my power to keep my

people contented with their lowly estate; for in that same spirit of

improvement, which was so busy every where, I could discern something

like a shadow, that showed it was not altogether of that pure advantage

which avarice led all so eagerly to believe. Accordingly, I began a

series of sermons on the evil and vanity of riches, and, for the most

part of the year, pointed out in what manner they led the possessor to

indulge in sinful luxuries, and how indulgence begat desire, and desire

betrayed integrity and corrupted the heart; making it evident that the

rich man was liable to forget his unmerited obligations to God, and to

oppress the laborious and the needful when he required their services.

Little did I imagine, in thus striving to keep aloof the ravenous wolf

Ambition from my guileless flock, that I was giving cause for many to

think me an enemy to the king and government, and a perverter of

Christianity, to suit levelling doctrines. But so it was. Many of the

heritors considered me a blackneb, though I knew it not, but went on in

the course of my duty, thinking only how best to preserve peace on earth

and goodwill towards men. I saw, however, an altered manner in the

deportment of several, with whom I had long lived in friendly terms. It

was not marked enough to make me inquire the cause, but sufficiently

plain to affect my ease of mind. Accordingly, about the end of this

year, I fell into a dull way: my spirit was subdued, and at times I was

aweary of the day, and longed for the night, when I might close my eyes

in peaceful slumbers. I missed my son Gilbert, who had been a companion

to me in the long nights, while his mother was busy with the lasses, and

their ceaseless wheels and cardings, in the kitchen. Often could I have

found it in my heart to have banned that never-ceasing industry, and to

tell Mrs. Balwhidder, that the married state was made for something else

than to make napery and beetle blankets; but it was her happiness to keep

all at work, and she had no pleasure in any other way of life, so I sat

many a night by the fireside with resignation; sometimes in the study,

and sometimes in the parlour, and, as I was doing nothing, Mrs.

Balwhidder said it was needless to light the candle. Our daughter Janet

was in this time at a boarding-school in Ayr, so that I was really a most

solitary married man.

CHAPTER XXXIII

YEAR 1792

WHEN the spring in this year began to brighten on the brae, the cloud of

dulness that had darkened and oppressed me all the winter somewhat melted

away, and I could now and then joke again at the never-ending toil and

trouble of that busiest of all bees, the second Mrs. Balwhidder. But

still I was far from being right: a small matter affected me, and I was

overly given to walking by myself, and musing on things that I could tell

nothing about—my thoughts were just the rack of a dream without form, and

driving witlessly as the smoke that mounteth up, and is lost in the airy

heights of the sky.

Heeding little of what was going on in the clachan, and taking no

interest in the concerns of any body, I would have been contented to die,

but I had no ail about me. An accident, however, fell out, that, by

calling on me for an effort, had the blessed influence of clearing my

vapours almost entirely away.

One morning as I was walking on the sunny side of the road, where the

footpath was in the next year made to the cotton-mill, I fell in with Mr.

Cayenne, who was seemingly much fashed—a small matter could do that at

any time; and he came up to me with a red face and an angry eye. It was

not my intent to speak to him; for I was grown loth to enter into

conversation with any body, so I bowed and passed on. “What,” cried Mr.

Cayenne, “and will you not speak to me?” I turned round, and said

meekly, “Mr. Cayenne, I have no objections to speak to you; but having

nothing particular to say, it did not seem necessary just now.”

He looked at me like a gled, and in a minute exclaimed, “Mad, by Jupiter!

as mad as a March hare!” He then entered into conversation with me, and

said, that he had noticed me an altered man, and was just so far on his

way to the manse, to enquire what had befallen me. So, from less to

more, we entered into the marrow of my case; and I told him how I had

observed the estranged countenances of some of the heritors; at which he

swore an oath, that they were a parcel of the damn’dest boobies in the

country, and told me how they had taken it into their heads that I was a

leveller. “But I know you better,” said Mr. Cayenne, “and have stood up

for you as an honest conscientious man, though I don’t much like your

humdrum preaching. However, let that pass; I insist upon your dining

with me to-day, when some of these arrant fools are to be with us, and

the devil’s in’t if I don’t make you friends with them.” I did not think

Mr. Cayenne, however, very well qualified for peacemaker, but,

nevertheless, I consented to go; and having thus got an inkling of the

cause of that cold back-turning which had distressed me so much, I made

such an effort to remove the error that was entertained against me, that

some of the heritors, before we separated, shook me by the hands with the

cordiality of renewed friendship; and, as if to make amends for past

neglect, there was no end to their invitations to dinner which had the

effect of putting me again on my mettle, and removing the thick and muddy

melancholious humour out of my blood.

But what confirmed my cure was the coming home of my daughter Janet from

the Ayr boarding-school, where she had learnt to play on the spinnet, and

was become a conversible lassie, with a competent knowledge, for a woman

of geography and history; so that when her mother was busy with the

weariful booming wheel, she entertained me sometimes with a tune, and

sometimes with her tongue, which made the winter nights fly cantily by.

Whether it was owing to the malady of my imagination throughout the

greatest part of this year, or that really nothing particular did happen

to interest me, I cannot say; but it is very remarkable that I have

nothing remarkable to record—further, than I was at the expense myself of

getting the manse rough-case, and the window cheeks painted, with roans

put up, rather than apply to the heritors; for they were always sorely

fashed when called upon for outlay.

CHAPTER XXXIV

YEAR 1793

ON the first night of this year I dreamt a very remarkable dream, which,

when I now recall to mind at this distance of time, I cannot but think

that there was a case of prophecy in it. I thought that I stood on the

tower of an old popish kirk, looking out at the window upon the kirkyard,

where I beheld ancient tombs, with effigies and coats-of-arms on the wall

thereof, and a great gate at the one side, and a door that led into a

dark and dismal vault at the other. I thought all the dead that were

lying in the common graves, rose out of their coffins; at the same time,

from the old and grand monuments, with the effigies and coats-of-arms,

came the great men, and the kings of the earth with crowns on their

heads, and globes and sceptres in their hands.

I stood wondering what was to ensue, when presently I heard the noise of

drums and trumpets, and anon I beheld an army with banners entering in at

the gate; upon which the kings and the great men came also forth in their

power and array, and a dreadful battle was foughten; but the multitude

that had risen from the common graves, stood afar off, and were but

lookers-on.

The kings and their host were utterly discomfited. They were driven

within the doors of their monuments, their coats-of-arms were broken off,

and their effigies cast down, and the victors triumphed over them with

the flourishes of trumpets and the waving of banners. But while I

looked, the vision was changed, and I then beheld a wide and a dreary

waste, and afar off the steeples of a great city, and a tower in the

midst, like the tower of Babel, and on it I could discern, written in

characters of fire, “Public Opinion.” While I was pondering at the same,

I heard a great shout, and presently the conquerors made their

appearance, coming over the desolate moor. They were going in great

pride and might towards the city; but an awful burning rose, afar as it

were in the darkness, and the flames stood like a tower of fire that

reached unto the heavens. And I saw a dreadful hand and an arm stretched

from out of the cloud, and in its hold was a besom made of the hail and

the storm, and it swept the fugitives like dust; and in their place I saw

the churchyard, as it were, cleared and spread around, the graves closed,

and the ancient tombs, with their coats-of-arms and their effigies of

stone, all as they were in the beginning. I then awoke, and behold it

was a dream.

This vision perplexed me for many days, and when the news came that the

King of France was beheaded by the hands of his people, I received, as it

were, a token in confirmation of the vision that had been disclosed to me

in my sleep, and I preached a discourse on the same, and against the

French Revolution, that was thought one of the greatest and soundest

sermons that I had ever delivered in my pulpit.

On the Monday following, Mr. Cayenne, who had been some time before

appointed a justice of the peace, came over from Wheatrig House to the

Cross-Keys, where he sent for me and divers other respectable inhabitants

of the clachan, and told us that he was to have a sad business, for a

warrant was out to bring before him two democratical weaver lads, on a

suspicion of high treason. Scarcely were the words uttered when they

were brought in, and he began to ask them how they dared to think of

dividing, with their liberty and equality of principles, his and every

other man’s property in the country. The men answered him in a calm

manner, and told him they sought no man’s property, but only their own

natural rights; upon which he called them traitors and reformers. They

denied they were traitors, but confessed they were reformers, and said

they knew not how that should be imputed to them as a fault, for that the

greatest men of all times had been reformers,—“Was not,” they said, “our

Lord Jesus Christ a reformer?”—“And what the devil did he make of it?”

cried Mr. Cayenne, bursting with passion; “Was he not crucified?”

I thought, when I heard these words, that the pillars of the earth sank

beneath me, and that the roof of the house was carried away in a

whirlwind. The drums of my ears crackit, blue starns danced before my

sight, and I was fain to leave the house and hie me home to the manse,

where I sat down in my study, like a stupified creature, awaiting what

would betide. Nothing, however, was found against the weaver lads; but I

never from that day could look on Mr. Cayenne as a Christian, though

surely he was a true government-man.

Soon after this affair, there was a pleasant re-edification of a

gospel-spirit among the heritors, especially when they heard how I had

handled the regicides in France; and on the following Sunday, I had the

comfortable satisfaction to see many a gentleman in their pews, that had

not been for years within a kirk-door. The democrats, who took a world

of trouble to misrepresent the actions of the gentry, insinuated that all

this was not from any new sense of grace, but in fear of their being

reported as suspected persons to the king’s government. But I could not

think so, and considered their renewal of communion with the church as a

swearing of allegiance to the King of kings, against that host of French

atheists, who had torn the mortcloth from the coffin, and made it a

banner, with which they were gone forth to war against the Lamb. The

whole year was, however, spent in great uneasiness, and the proclamation

of the war was followed by an appalling stop in trade. We heard of

nothing but failures on all hands; and among others that grieved me, was

that of Mr. Maitland of Glasgow, who had befriended Mrs. Malcolm in the

days of her affliction, and gave her son Robert his fine ship. It was a

sore thing to hear of so many breakings, especially of old respected

merchants like him, who had been a Lord Provost, and was far declined

into the afternoon of life. He did not, however, long survive the

mutation of his fortune; but bending his aged head in sorrow, sank down

beneath the stroke, to rise no more.

[Picture: The Minister’s Daughter]

CHAPTER XXXV

YEAR 1794

THIS year had opened into all the leafiness of midsummer before anything

memorable happened in the parish, further than that the sad division of

my people into government-men and jacobins was perfected. This calamity,

for I never could consider such heartburning among neighbours as any

thing less than a very heavy calamity, was assuredly occasioned by faults

on both sides; but it must be confessed that the gentry did nothing to

win the commonality from the errors of their way. A little more

condescension on their part would not have made things worse, and might

have made them better; but pride interposed, and caused them to think

that any show of affability from them would be construed by the democrats

into a terror of their power; while the democrats were no less to blame;

for hearing how their compeers were thriving in France, and demolishing

every obstacle to their ascendency, they were crouse and really insolent,

evidencing none of that temperance in prosperity that proves the

possessors worthy of their good fortune.

As for me, my duty in these circumstances was plain and simple. The

Christian religion was attempted to be brought into disrepute; the rising

generation were taught to gibe at its holiest ordinances; and the kirk

was more frequented as a place to while away the time on a rainy Sunday,

than for any insight of the admonitions and revelations in the sacred

book. Knowing this, I perceived that it would be of no effect to handle

much the mysteries of the faith; but as there was at the time a bruit and

a sound about universal benevolence, philanthropy, utility, and all the

other disguises with which an infidel philosophy appropriated to itself

the charity, brotherly love, and welldoing inculcated by our holy

religion, I set myself to task upon these heads, and thought it no

robbery to use a little of the stratagem employed against Christ’s

kingdom, to promote the interests thereof in the hearts and

understandings of those whose ears would have been sealed against me, had

I attempted to expound higher things. Accordingly, on one day it was my

practice to show what the nature of Christian charity was, comparing it

to the light and warmth of the sun, that shines impartially on the just

and the unjust—showing that man, without the sense of it as a duty, was

as the beasts that perish, and that every feeling of his nature was

intimately selfish, but then when actuated by this divine impulse, he

rose out of himself, and became as a god, zealous to abate the sufferings

of all things that live; and, on the next day, I demonstrated that the

new benevolence which had come so much into vogue, was but another

version of this Christian virtue. In like manner, I dealt with brotherly

love, bringing it home to the business and bosoms of my hearers, that the

Christianity of it was neither enlarged nor bettered by being baptized

with the Greek name of philanthropy. With welldoing, however, I went

more roundly to work, I told my people that I thought they had more sense

than to secede from Christianity to become Utilitarians; for that it

would be a confession of ignorance of the faith they deserved, seeing

that it was the main duty inculcated by our religion to do all in morals

and manners to which the newfangled doctrine of utility pretended.

These discourses, which I continued for sometime, had no great effect on

the men; but being prepared in a familiar household manner, they took the

fancies of the young women, which was to me an assurance that the seed I

had planted would in time shoot forth; for I reasoned with myself, that

if the gudeman of the immediate generation should continue free-thinkers,

their wives will take care that those of the next shall not lack that

spunk of grace; so I was cheered under that obscurity which fell upon

Christianity at this time, with a vista beyond, in which I saw, as it

were, the children unborn, walking on the bright green, and in the

unclouded splendour of the faith.

But what with the decay of trade, and the temptation of the king’s

bounty, and, over all, the witlessness that was in the spirit of man at

this time, the number that enlisted in the course for the year from the

parish was prodigious. In one week no less than three weavers and two

cotton-spinners went over to Ayr, and took the bounty of the Royal

Artillery. But I could not help remarking to myself, that the people

were grown so used to changes and extraordinary adventures, that the

single enlistment of Thomas Wilson, at the beginning of the American war,

occasioned a far greater grief and work among us, than all the swarms

that went off week after week in the months of November and December of

this year.

CHAPTER XXXVI

YEAR 1795

THE present Ann. Dom. was ushered in with an event that I had never

dreaded to see in my day, in our once sober and religious country parish.

The number of lads that had gone over to Ayr to be soldiers from among

the spinners and weavers of Cayenneville had been so great, that the

government got note of it, and sent a recruiting party to be quartered in

the town; for the term clachan was beginning by this time to wear out of

fashion: indeed, the place itself was outgrowing the fitness of that

title. Never shall I forget the dunt that the first tap of the drum gied

to my heart, as I was sitting on Hansel Monday by myself at the parlour

fireside, Mrs. Balwhidder being throng with the lassies looking out a

washing, and my daughter at Ayr, spending a few days with her old

comrades of the boarding school. I thought it was the enemy; and then

anon the sound of the fife came shrill to the ear, for the night was lown

and peaceful. My wife and all the lassies came flying in upon me, crying

all in the name of heaven, what could it be? by which I was obligated to

put on my big-coat, and, with my hat and staff, go out to enquire. The

whole town was aloof, the aged at the doors in clusters, and the bairns

following the tattoo, as it was called, and at every doubling beat of the

drum, shouting as if they had been in the face of their foemen.

Mr. Archibald Dozendale, one of my elders, was saying to several persons

around him, just as I came up, “Hech, sirs! but the battle draws near our

gates,” upon which there was a heavy sigh from all that heard him; and

then they told me of the sergeant’s business; and we had a serious

communing together anent the same. But while we were thus standing

discoursing on the causey, Mrs. Balwhidder and the servant lassies could

thole no longer, but in a troop came in quest of me, to hear what was

doing. In short, it was a night both of sorrow and anxiety. Mr.

Dozendale walked back to the manse with us, and we had a sober tumbler of

toddy together; marvelling exceedingly where these fearful portents and

changes would stop, both of us being of opinion that the end of the world

was drawing nearer and nearer.

Whether it was, however, that the lads belonging to the place did not

like to show themselves with the enlistment cockades among their

acquaintance, or that there was any other reason, I cannot take it upon

me to say; but certain it is, the recruiting party came no speed, and, in

consequence, were removed about the end of March.

Another thing happened in this year, too remarkable for me to neglect to

put on record, as it strangely and strikingly marked the rapid

revolutions that were going on. In the month of August at the time of

the fair, a gang of playactors came, and hired Thomas Thacklan’s barn for

their enactments. They were the first of that clanjamfrey who had ever

been in the parish; and there was a wonderful excitement caused by the

rumours concerning them. Their first performance was _Douglas Tragedy_

and the _Gentle Shepherd_: and the general opinion was, that the lad who

played Norval in the play, and Patie in the farce, was an English lord’s

son, who had run away from his parents rather than marry an old cracket

lady with a great portion. But, whatever truth there might be in this

notion, certain it is, the whole pack was in a state of perfect beggary;

and yet, for all that, they not only in their parts, as I was told,

laughed most heartily, but made others do the same; for I was constrained

to let my daughter go to see them, with some of her acquaintance; and she

gave me such an account of what they did, that I thought I would have

liked to have gotten a keek at them myself. At the same time, I must own

this was a sinful curiosity, and I stifled it to the best of my ability.

Among other plays that they did, was one called _Macbeth and the

Witches_, which the Miss Cayennes had seen performed in London, when they

were there in the winter time with their father, for three months, seeing

the world, after coming from the boarding-school. But it was no more

like the true play of Shakespeare the poet, according to their account,

than a duddy betheral, set up to fright the sparrows from the peas, is

like a living gentleman. The hungry players, instead of behaving like

guests at the royal banquet, were voracious on the needful feast of

bread, and the strong ale, that served for wine in decanters. But the

greatest sport of all was about a kail-pot, that acted the part of a

caldron, and which should have sunk with thunder and lightning into the

earth; however, it did quite as well, for it made its exit, as Miss

Virginia said, by walking quietly off, being pulled by a string fastened

to one of its feet. No scene of the play was so much applauded as this

one; and the actor who did the part of King Macbeth made a most polite

bow of thankfulness to the audience, for the approbation with which they

had received the performance of the pot.

We had likewise, shortly after the “Omnes exeunt” of the players, an

exhibition of a different sort in the same barn. This was by two English

quakers, and a quaker lady, tanners of Kendal, who had been at Ayr on

some leather business, where they preached, but made no proselytes. The

travellers were all three in a whisky, drawn by one of the best-ordered

horses, as the hostler at the Cross-Keys told me, ever seen. They came

to the Inn to their dinner, and meaning to stay all night, sent round, to

let it be known that they would hold a meeting in Friend Thacklan’s barn;

but Thomas denied they were either kith or kin to him: this, however, was

their way of speaking.

In the evening, owing to the notice, a great congregation was assembled

in the barn, and I myself, along with Mr. Archibald Dozendale, went there

likewise, to keep the people in awe; for we feared the strangers might be

jeered and insulted. The three were seated aloft on a high stage,

prepared on purpose, with two mares and scaffold-deals, borrowed from Mr.

Trowel the mason. They sat long, and silent; but at last the spirit

moved the woman, and she rose, and delivered a very sensible exposition

of Christianity. I was really surprised to hear such sound doctrine; and

Mr. Dozendale said, justly, that it was more to the purpose than some

that my younger brethren from Edinburgh endeavoured to teach. So, that

those who went to laugh at the sincere simplicity of the pious quakers,

were rebuked by a very edifying discourse on the moral duties of a

Christian’s life.

Upon the whole, however, this, to the best of my recollection, was

another unsatisfactory year. In this we were, doubtless, brought more

into the world; but we had a greater variety of temptation set before us,

and there was still jealousy and estrangement in the dispositions of the

gentry, and the lower orders, particularly the manufacturers. I cannot

say, indeed, that there was any increase of corruption among the rural

portion of my people; for their vocation calling them to work apart, in

the purity of the free air of heaven, they were kept uncontaminated by

that seditious infection which fevered the minds of the sedentary

weavers, and working like flatulence in the stomachs of the

cotton-spinners, sent up into their heads a vain and diseased fume of

infidel philosophy.

CHAPTER XXXVII

YEAR 1796

THE prosperity of fortune is like the blossoms of spring, or the golden

hue of the evening cloud. It delighteth the spirit, and passeth away.

In the month of February my second wife was gathered to the Lord. She

had been very ill for some time with an income in her side, which no

medicine could remove. I had the best doctors in the country side to

her; but their skill was of no avail, their opinions being that her ail

was caused by an internal abscess, for which physic has provided no cure.

Her death was to me a great sorrow; for she was a most excellent wife,

industrious to a degree, and managed every thing with so brisk a hand,

that nothing went wrong that she put it to. With her I had grown richer

than any other minister in the presbytery; but, above all, she was the

mother of my bairns, which gave her a double claim upon me.

I laid her by the side of my first love, Betty Lanshaw, my own cousin

that was, and I inscribed her name upon the same headstone; but time had

drained my poetical vein, and I have not yet been able to indite an

epitaph on her merits and virtues, for she had an eminent share of both.

Her greatest fault—the best have their faults—was an over-earnestness to

gather gear; in the doing of which I thought she sometimes sacrificed the

comforts of a pleasant fireside; for she was never in her element but

when she was keeping the servants eident at their work. But, if by this

she subtracted something from the quietude that was most consonant to my

nature, she has left cause, both in bank and bond, for me and her bairns

to bless her great household activity.

She was not long deposited in her place of rest till I had occasion to

find her loss. All my things were kept by her in a most perjink and

excellent order; but they soon fell into an amazing confusion; for, as

she often said to me, I had a turn for heedlessness; insomuch, that

although my daughter Janet was grown up, and able to keep the house, I

saw that it would be necessary, as soon as decency would allow, for me to

take another wife. I was moved to this chiefly by foreseeing that my

daughter would in time be married, and taken away from me, but more on

account of the servant lasses, who grew out of all bounds, verifying the

proverb, “Well kens the mouse when the cat’s out of the house.” Besides

this, I was now far down in the vale of years, and could not expect to be

long without feeling some of the penalties of old age, although I was

still a hail and sound man. It therefore behoved me to look in time for

a helpmate, to tend me in my approaching infirmities.

Upon this important concern I reflected, as I may say, in the watches of

the night; and, considering the circumstances of my situation, I saw it

would not do for me to look out for an overly young woman, nor yet would

it do for one of my ways to take an elderly maiden, ladies of that sort

being liable to possess strong-set particularities. I therefore resolved

that my choice should lie among widows of a discreet age; and I had a

glimmer in my mind of speaking to Mrs. Malcolm; but when I reflected on

the saintly steadiness of her character, I was satisfied it would be of

no use to think of her. Accordingly, I bent my brows, and looked towards

Irville, which is an abundant trone for widows and other single women;

and I fixed my purpose on Mrs. Nugent, the relic of a professor in the

university of Glasgow, both because she was a well-bred woman, without

any children to plea about the interest of my own two, and likewise

because she was held in great estimation by all who knew her, as a lady

of a Christian principle.

It was some time in the summer, however, before I made up my mind to

speak to her on the subject; but one afternoon, in the month of August, I

resolved to do so, and with that intent walked leisurely over to Irville;

and after calling on the Rev. Dr. Dinwiddie, the minister, I stepped in,

as if by chance, to Mrs. Nugent’s. I could see that she was a little

surprised at my visit; however, she treated me with every possible

civility, and her servant lass bringing in the tea-things in a most

orderly manner, as punctually as the clock was striking, she invited me

to sit still, and drink my tea with her; which I did, being none

displeased to get such encouragement. However, I said nothing that time,

but returned to the manse, very well content with what I had observed,

which made me fain to repeat my visit. So, in the course of the week,

taking Janet my daughter with me, we walked over in the forenoon, and

called at Mrs. Nugent’s first, before going to any other house; and Janet

saying, as we came out to go to the minister’s, that she thought Mrs.

Nugent an agreeable woman, I determined to knock the nail on the head

without further delay.

Accordingly, I invited the minister and his wife to dine with us on the

Thursday following; and before leaving the town, I made Janet, while the

minister and me were handling a subject, as a sort of thing in common

civility, go to Mrs. Nugent, and invite her also. Dr. Dinwiddie was a

gleg man, of a jocose nature; and he, guessing something of what I was

ettling at, was very mirthful with me; but I kept my own counsel till a

meet season.

On the Thursday, the company as invited came, and nothing extraordinary

was seen; but in cutting up and helping a hen, Dr. Dinwiddie put one wing

on Mrs. Nugent’s plate, and the other wing on my plate, and said, there

have been greater miracles than these two wings flying together, which

was a sharp joke, that caused no little merriment at the expense of Mrs.

Nugent and me. I, however, to show that I was none daunted, laid a leg

also on her plate, and took another on my own, saying, in the words of

the reverend doctor, there have been greater miracles than that these two

legs should lie in the same nest, which was thought a very clever come

off; and, at the same time, I gave Mrs. Nugent a kindly nip on her sonsy

arm, which was breaking the ice in as pleasant a way as could be. In

short, before anything passed between ourselves on the subject, we were

set down for a trysted pair; and this being the case, we were married as

soon as a twelvemonth and a day had passed from the death of the second

Mrs. Balwhidder; and neither of us have had occasion to rue the bargain.

It is, however, but a piece of justice due to my second wife to say, that

this was not a little owing to her good management; for she had left such

a well-plenished house, that her successor said, we had nothing to do but

to contribute to one another’s happiness.

In this year nothing more memorable happened in the parish, saving that

the cotton-mill dam burst about the time of the Lammas flood, and the

waters went forth like a deluge of destruction, carrying off much

victual, and causing a vast of damage to the mills that are lower down

the stream. It was just a prodigy to see how calmly Mr. Cayenne acted on

that occasion; for, being at other times as crabbed as a wud terrier,

folk were afraid to tell him, till he came out himself in the morning and

saw the devastation; at the sight of which he gave only a shrill whistle,

and began to laugh at the idea of the men fearing to take him the news,

as if he had not fortune and philosophy enough, as he called it, to

withstand much greater misfortunes.

[Picture: The Weaver]

CHAPTER XXXVIII

YEAR 1797

WHEN I have seen in my walks the irrational creatures of God, the birds

and the beasts, governed by a kindly instinct in attendance on their

young, often has it come into my head that love and charity, far more

than reason or justice, formed the tie that holds the world, with all its

jarring wants and woes, in social dependence and obligation together;

and, in this year, a strong verification of the soundness of this notion

was exemplified in the conduct of the poor haverel lassie Meg Gaffaw,

whose naturality on the occasion of her mother’s death I have related at

length in this chronicle.

In the course of the summer, Mr. Henry Melcomb, who was a nephew to Mr.

Cayenne, came down from England to see his uncle. He had just completed

his education at the college of Christ Church, in Oxford, and was the

most perfect young gentleman that had ever been seen in this part of the

country.

In his appearance he was a very paragon, with a fine manly countenance,

frank-hearted, blithe, and, in many points of character, very like my old

friend the Lord Eaglesham, who was shot. Indeed, in some respects, he

was even above his lordship; for he had a great turn at ready wit, and

could joke and banter in a most agreeable manner. He came very often to

the manse to see me, and took great pleasure in my company, and really

used a freedom that was so droll, I could scarcely keep my composity and

decorum with him. Among others that shared in his attention, was daft

Meg Gaffaw, whom he had forgathered with one day in coming to see me; and

after conversing with her for some time, he handed her, as she told me

herself, over the kirk-stile like a lady of high degree, and came with

her to the manse door linking by the arm.

From the ill-timed daffin of that hour, poor Meg fell deep in love with

Mr. Melcomb; and it was just a playacting to see the arts and antics she

put in practice to win his attention. In her garb, she had never any

sense of a proper propriety, but went about the country asking for

shapings of silks and satins, with which she patched her duds, calling

them by the divers names of robes and negligées. All hitherto, however,

had been moderation, compared to the daffadile of vanity which she was

now seen, when she had searched, as she said, to the bottom of her

coffer. I cannot take it upon me to describe her; but she kythed in such

a variety of cuffs and ruffles, feathers, old gumflowers, painted paper

knots, ribbons, and furs, and laces, and went about gecking and simpering

with an old fan in her hand, that it was not in the power of nature to

look at her with sobriety.

Her first appearance in this masquerading was at the kirk on the Sunday

following her adventure with Mr. Melcomb, and it was with a sore

difficulty that I could keep my eyes off her, even in prayer; and when

the kirk skailed, she walked before him, spreading all her grandeur to

catch his eye, in such a manner as had not been seen or heard of since

the prank that Lady Macadam played Miss Betty Wudrife.

Any other but Mr. Melcomb would have been provoked by the fool’s folly;

but he humoured her wit, and, to the amazement of the whole people,

presented her his hand, and allemanded her along in a manner that should

not have been seen in any street out of a king’s court, and far less on

the Lord’s day. But, alas! this sport did not last long. Mr. Melcomb

had come from England to be ‘married’ to his cousin, Miss Virginia

Cayenne, and poor daft Meg never heard of it till the banns for their

purpose of marriage was read out by Mr. Lorimore on the Sabbath after.

The words were scarcely out of his mouth, when the simple and innocent

natural gave a loud shriek, that terrified the whole congregation, and

ran out of the kirk demented. There was no more finery for poor Meg; but

she went and sat opposite to the windows of Mr. Cayenne’s house, where

Mr. Melcomb was, with clasped hands and beseeching eyes, like a

monumental statue in alabaster, and no entreaty could drive her away.

Mr. Melcomb sent her money, and the bride many a fine thing; but Meg

flung them from her, and clasped her hands again, and still sat. Mr.

Cayenne would have let loose the house-dog on her, but was not permitted.

In the evening it began to rain, and they thought that and the coming

darkness would drive her away; but when the servants looked out before

barring the doors, there she was in the same posture. I was to perform

the marriage ceremony at seven o’clock in the morning, for the young pair

were to go that night to Edinburgh; and when I went, there was Meg

sitting looking at the windows with her hands clasped. When she saw me

she gave a shrill cry, and took me by the hand, and wised me to go back,

crying out in a heart-breaking voice, “O, Sir! No yet—no yet! He’ll

maybe draw back, and think of a far truer bride.” I was wae for her and

very angry with the servants for laughing at the fond folly of the

ill-less thing.

When the marriage was over, and the carriage at the door, the bridegroom

handed in the bride. Poor Meg saw this, and jumping up from where she

sat, was at his side like a spirit, as he was stepping in, and, taking

him by the hand, she looked in his face so piteously, that every heart

was sorrowful, for she could say nothing. When he pulled away his hand,

and the door was shut, she stood as if she had been charmed to the spot,

and saw the chaise drive away. All that were about the door then spoke

to her, but she heard us not. At last she gave a deep sigh, and the

water coming into her eye, she said, “The worm—the worm is my bonny

bridegroom, and Jenny with the many-feet my bridal maid. The mill-dam

water’s the wine o’ the wedding, and the clay and the clod shall be my

bedding. A lang night is meet for a bridal, but none shall be langer

than mine.” In saying which words, she fled from among us, with heels

like the wind. The servants pursued; but long before they could stop

her, she was past redemption in the deepest plumb of the cotton-mill dam.

Few deaths had for many a day happened in the parish, to cause so much

sorrow as that of this poor silly creature. She was a sort of household

familiar among us, and there was much like the inner side of wisdom in

the pattern of her sayings, many of which are still preserved as

proverbs.

CHAPTER XXXIX

YEAR 1798

THIS was one of the heaviest years in the whole course of my ministry.

The spring was slow of coming, and cold and wet when it did come; the

dibs were full, the roads foul, and the ground that should have been dry

at the seed-time, was as claggy as clay, and clung to the harrow. The

labour of man and beast was thereby augmented; and all nature being in a

state of sluggish indisposition, it was evident to every eye of

experience that there would be a great disappointment to the hopes of the

husbandman.

Foreseeing this, I gathered the opinion of all the most sagacious of my

parishioners, and consulted with them for a provision against the evil

day, and we spoke to Mr. Cayenne on the subject, for he had a talent by

common in matters of mercantile management. It was amazing, considering

his hot temper, with what patience he heard the grounds of our

apprehension, and how he questioned and sifted the experience of the old

farmers, till he was thoroughly convinced that all similar seed-times

were ever followed by a short crop. He then said, that he would prove

himself a better friend to the parish than he was thought. Accordingly,

as he afterwards told me himself, he wrote off that very night to his

correspondents in America, to buy for his account all the wheat and flour

they could get, and ship it to arrive early in the fall; and he bought up

likewise in countries round the Baltic great store of victual, and

brought in two cargoes to Irville on purpose for the parish, against the

time of need, making for the occasion a garnel of one of the warehouses

of the cotton-mill.

The event came to pass as had been foretold: the harvest fell short, and

Mr. Cayenne’s cargoes from America and the Baltic came home in due

season, by which he made a terrible power of money, clearing thousands on

thousands by post after post—making more profit, as he said himself, in

the course of one month, he believed, than ever was made by any

individual within the kingdom of Scotland in the course of a year.—He

said, however that he might have made more if he had bought up the corn

at home; but being convinced by us that there would be a scarcity, he

thought it his duty as an honest man to draw from the stores and

granaries of foreign countries, by which he was sure he would serve his

country, and be abundantly rewarded. In short, we all reckoned him

another Joseph when he opened his garnels at the cotton-mill, and, after

distributing a liberal portion to the poor and needy, selling the

remainder at an easy rate to the generality of the people. Some of the

neighbouring parishes, however, were angry that he would not serve them

likewise, and called him a wicked and extortionate forestaller; but he

made it plain to the meanest capacity, that if he did not circumscribe

his dispensation to our own bounds it would be as nothing. So that,

although he brought a wonderful prosperity in by the cotton-mill, and a

plenteous supply of corn in a time of famine, doing more in these things

for the people than all the other heritors had done from the beginning of

time, he was much reviled; even his bounty was little esteemed by my

people, because he took a moderate profit on what he sold to them.

Perhaps, however, these prejudices might be partly owing to their dislike

of his hasty temper, at least I am willing to think so; for it would

grieve me if they were really ungrateful for a benefit that made the

pressure of the time lie but lightly on them.

The alarm of the Irish rebellion in this year was likewise another source

of affliction to us; for many of the gentry coming over in great straits,

especially ladies and their children, and some of them in the hurry of

their flight having but little ready money, were very ill off. Some four

or five families came to the Cross-Keys in this situation, and the

conduct of Mr. Cayenne to them was most exemplary. He remembered his own

haste with his family from Virginia, when the Americans rebelled; and

immediately on hearing of these Irish refugees, he waited on them with

his wife and daughter, supplied them with money, invited them to his

house, made ploys to keep up their spirits, while the other gentry stood

back till they knew something of the strangers.

Among these destitute ladies was a Mrs. Desmond and her two daughters, a

woman of most august presence, being indeed more like one ordained to

reign over a kingdom, than for household purposes. The Miss Desmonds

were only entering their teens, but they also had no ordinary stamp upon

them. What made this party the more particular, was on account of Mr.

Desmond, who was supposed to be a united man with the rebels, and it was

known his son was deep in their plots; yet although this was all told to

Mr. Cayenne, by some of the other Irish ladies who were of the loyal

connexion, it made no difference with him, but, on the contrary, he acted

as if he thought the Desmonds the most of all the refugees entitled to

his hospitable civilities. This was a wonderment to our strait-laced

narrow lairds, as there was not a man of such strict government

principles in the whole country side as Mr. Cayenne: but he said he

carried his political principles only to the camp and the council. “To

the hospital and the prison,” said he, “I take those of a man”—which was

almost a Christian doctrine, and from that declaration Mr. Cayenne and me

began again to draw a little more cordially together; although he had

still a very imperfect sense of religion, which I attributed to his being

born in America, where even as yet, I am told, they have but a scanty

sprinkling of grace.

But before concluding this year, I should tell the upshot of the

visitation of the Irish, although it did not take place until some time

after the peace with France.

In the putting down of the rebels Mr. Desmond and his son made their

escape to Paris, where they stayed till the treaty was signed, by which,

for several years after the return to Ireland of the grand lady and her

daughters, as Mrs. Desmond was called by our commonalty, we heard nothing

of them. The other refugees repaid Mr. Cayenne his money with

thankfulness, and, on their restoration to their homes, could not

sufficiently express their sense of his kindness. But the silence and

seeming ingratitude of the Desmonds vexed him; and he could not abide to

hear the Irish rebellion mentioned without flying into a passion against

the rebels, which every body knew was owing to the ill return he had

received from that family. However, one afternoon, just about half an

hour before his wonted dinner hour, a grand equipage, with four horses

and outriders, stopped at his door, and who was in it but Mrs. Desmond

and an elderly man, and a young gentleman with an aspect like a lord. It

was her husband and son. They had come from Ireland in all their state

on purpose to repay with interest the money Mr. Cayenne had counted so

long lost, and to express in person the perpetual obligation which he had

conferred upon the Desmond family, in all time coming. The lady then

told him, that she had been so straitened in helping the poor ladies,

that it was not in her power to make repayment till Desmond, as she

called her husband, came home; and not choosing to assign the true

reason, lest it might cause trouble, she rather submitted to be suspected

of ingratitude than to an improper thing.

Mr. Cayenne was transported with this unexpected return, and a friendship

grew up between the families, which was afterwards cemented into

relationship by the marriage of the young Desmond with Miss Caroline

Cayenne. Some in the parish objected to this match, Mrs. Desmond being a

papist: but as Miss Caroline had received an episcopalian education, I

thought it of no consequence, and married them after their family

chaplain from Ireland, as a young couple both by beauty and fortune well

matched, and deserving of all conjugal felicity.

CHAPTER XL

YEAR 1799

THERE are but two things to make me remember this year; the first was the

marriage of my daughter Janet with the reverend Dr. Kittlewood of

Swappington, a match in every way commendable; and on the advice of the

third Mrs. Balwhidder, I settled a thousand pounds down, and promised

five hundred more at my death if I died before my spouse, and a thousand

at her death if she survived me; which was the greatest portion ever

minister’s daughter had in our country side. In this year likewise I

advanced fifteen hundred pounds for my son in a concern in Glasgow,—all

was the gathering of that indefatigable engine of industry the second

Mrs. Balwhidder, whose talents her successor said were a wonder, when she

considered the circumstances in which I had been left at her death, and

made out of a narrow stipend.

The other memorable was the death of Mrs. Malcolm. If ever there was a

saint on this earth, she was surely one. She had been for some time

bedfast, having all her days from the date of her widowhood been a tender

woman; but no change made any alteration on the Christian contentment of

her mind. She bore adversity with an honest pride; she toiled in the day

of penury and affliction with thankfulness for her earnings, although

ever so little. She bent her head to the Lord in resignation when her

first-born fell in battle; nor was she puffed up with vanity when her

daughters were married, as it was said, so far above their degree, though

they showed it was but into their proper sphere by their demeanour after.

She lived to see her second son, the captain, rise into affluence,

married, and with a thriving young family; and she had the very great

satisfaction, on the last day she was able to go to church, to see her

youngest son the clergyman standing in my pulpit, a doctor of divinity,

and the placed minister of a richer parish than mine. Well indeed might

she have said on that day, “Lord, let thy servant depart in peace, for

mine eyes have seen thy salvation.”

For some time it had been manifest to all who saw her, that her latter

end was drawing nigh; and therefore, as I had kept up a correspondence

with her daughters, Mrs. Macadam and Mrs. Howard, I wrote them a

particular account of her case, which brought them to the clachan. They

both came in their own carriages; for Colonel Macadam was now a general,

and had succeeded to a great property by an English uncle, his mother’s

brother; and Captain Howard, by the death of his father, was also a man,

as it was said, with a lord’s living. Robert Malcolm, her son the

captain, was in the West Indies at the time; but his wife came on the

first summons, as did William the minister.

They all arrived about four o’clock in the afternoon, and at seven a

message came for me and Mrs. Balwhidder to go over to them, which we did,

and found the strangers seated by the heavenly patient’s bedside. On my

entering, she turned her eyes towards me, and said, “Bear witness, sir,

that I die thankful for an extraordinary portion of temporal mercies.

The heart of my youth was withered like the leaf that is scared with the

lightning; but in my children I have received a great indemnification for

the sorrows of that trial.” She then requested me to pray, saying, “No;

let it be a thanksgiving. My term is out, and I have nothing more to

hope or fear from the good or evil of this world. But I have had much to

make me grateful; therefore, sir, return thanks for the time I have been

spared, for the goodness granted so long unto me, and the gentle hand

with which the way from this world is smoothed for my passing.”

There was something so sweet and consolatory in the way she said this,

that although it moved all present to tears, they were tears without the

wonted bitterness of grief. Accordingly, I knelt down and did as she had

required, and there was a great stillness while I prayed. At the

conclusion we looked to the bed, but the spirit had, in the mean time,

departed, and there was nothing remaining but the clay tenement.

It was expected by the parish, considering the vast affluence of the

daughters, that there would have been a grand funeral, and Mrs. Howard

thought it was necessary; but her sister, who had from her youth upward a

superior discernment of propriety, said, “No, as my mother has lived, so

shall be her end.” Accordingly, everybody of any respect in the clachan

was invited to the funeral; but none of the gentry, saving only such as

had been numbered among the acquaintance of the deceased. But Mr.

Cayenne came unbidden, saying to me, that although he did not know Mrs.

Malcolm personally, he had often heard she was an amiable woman, and

therefore he thought it a proper compliment to her family, who were out

of the parish, to show in what respect she was held among us; for he was

a man that would take his own way, and do what he thought was right,

heedless alike of blame or approbation.

If, however, the funeral was plain, though respectable, the ladies

distributed a liberal sum among the poor families; but before they went

away, a silent token of their mother’s virtue came to light, which was at

once a source of sorrow and pleasure. Mrs. Malcolm was first well

provided by the Macadams, afterwards the Howards settled on her an equal

annuity, by which she spent her latter days in great comfort. Many a

year before, she had repaid Provost Maitland the money he sent her in the

day of her utmost distress; and at this period he was long dead, having

died of a broken heart at the time of his failure. From that time his

widow and her daughters had been in very straitened circumstances; but

unknown to all but herself, and HIM from whom nothing is hid, Mrs.

Malcolm from time to time had sent them, in a blank letter, an occasional

note to the young ladies to buy a gown. After her death, a bank-bill for

a sum of money, her own savings, was found in her scrutoire, with a note

of her own writing pinned to the same, stating, that the amount being

more than she had needed for herself, belonged of right to those who had

so generously provided for her; but as they were not in want of such a

trifle, it would be a token of respect to her memory, if they would give

the bill to Mrs. Maitland and her daughters, which was done with the most

glad alacrity; and, in the doing of it, the private kindness was brought

to light.

[Picture: The Millwright]

Thus ended the history of Mrs. Malcolm, as connected with our Parish

Annals. Her house was sold, and is the same now inhabited by the

millwright, Mr. Periffery; and a neat house it still is, for the

possessor is an Englishman, and the English have an uncommon taste for

snod houses and trim gardens; but at the time it was built, there was not

a better in the town, though it’s now but of the second class. Yearly we

hear both from Mrs. Macadam and her sister, with a five-pound note from

each to the poor of the parish, as a token of their remembrance; but they

are far off, and, were any thing ailing me, I suppose the gift will not

be continued. As for Captain Malcolm, he has proved, in many ways, a

friend to such of our young men as have gone to sea. He has now left it

off himself, and settled at London, where he latterly sailed from, and, I

understand, is in a great way as a shipowner. These things I have

thought it fitting to record, and will now resume my historical

narration.

CHAPTER XLI

YEAR 1800

THE same quietude and regularity that marked the progress of the last

year, continued throughout the whole of this. We sowed and reaped in

tranquillity, though the sough of distant war came heavily from a

distance. The cotton-mill did well for the company, and there was a

sobriety in the minds of the spinners and weavers, which showed that the

crisis of their political distemperature was over;—there was something

more of the old prudence in men’s reflections; and it was plain to see

that the elements of reconciliation were coming together throughout the

world. The conflagration of the French Revolution was indeed not

extinguished, but it was evidently burning out; and their old reverence

for the Grand Monarque was beginning to revive among them, though they

only called him a consul. Upon the king’s fast I preached on this

subject; and when the peace was concluded, I got great credit for my

foresight, but there was no merit in’t. I had only lived longer than the

most of those around me, and had been all my days a close observer of the

signs of the times; so that what was lightly called prophecy and

prediction, were but a probability that experience had taught me to

discern.

In the affairs of the parish, the most remarkable generality (for we had

no particular catastrophe) was a great death of old people in the spring.

Among others, Miss Sabrina, the school mistress, paid the debt of nature,

but we could now better spare her than we did her predecessor; for at

Cayenneville there was a broken manufacturer’s wife, an excellent

teacher, and a genteel and modernised woman, who took the better order of

children; and Miss Sabrina having been long frail (for she was never

stout), a decent and discreet carlin, Mrs. M‘Caffie, the widow of a

custom-house officer, that was a native of the parish, set up another for

plainer work. Her opposition Miss Sabrina did not mind, but she was

sorely displeased at the interloping of Mrs. Pirn at Cayenneville, and

some said it helped to kill her—of that, however, I am not so certain;

for Dr. Tanzey had told me in the winter, that he thought the sharp winds

in March would blow out her candle, as it was burnt to the snuff;

accordingly, she took her departure from this life, on the twenty-fifth

day of that month, after there had, for some days prior, been a most cold

and piercing east wind.

Miss Sabrina, who was always an oddity and aping grandeur, it was found,

had made a will, leaving her gatherings to her favourites, with all

regular formality. To one she bequeathed a gown, to another this, and a

third that, and to me a pair of black silk stockings. I was amazed when

I heard this; but judge what I felt, when a pair of old marrowless

stockings, darned in the heel, and not whole enough in the legs to make a

pair of mittens to Mrs. Balwhidder, were delivered to me by her executor,

Mr. Caption, the lawyer. Saving, however, this kind of flummery, Miss

Sabrina was a harmless creature, and could quote poetry in discourse more

glibly than texts of Scripture—her father having spared no pains on her

mind: as for her body, it could not be mended; but that was not her

fault.

After her death, the session held a consultation, and we agreed to give

the same salary that Miss Sabrina enjoyed to Mrs. M‘Caffie, which angered

Mr. Cayenne, who thought it should have been given to the head mistress;

and it made him give Mrs. Pirn, out of his own pocket, double the sum.

But we considered that the parish funds were for the poor of the parish,

and therefore it was our duty to provide for the instruction of the poor

children. Saving, therefore, those few notations, I have nothing further

to say concerning the topics and progress of this Ann. Dom.

CHAPTER XLII

YEAR 1801

IT is often to me very curious food for meditation, that as the parish

increased in population, there should have been less cause for matter to

record. Things that in former days would have occasioned great discourse

and cogitation, are forgotten with the day in which they happen; and

there is no longer that searching into personalities which was so much in

vogue during the first epoch of my ministry, which I reckon the period

before the American war; nor has there been any such germinal changes

among us, as those which took place in the second epoch, counting

backward from the building of the cotton-mill that gave rise to the town

of Cayenneville. But still we were not, even at this era, of which this

Ann. Dom. is the beginning, without occasional personality, or an event

that deserved to be called a germinal.

Some years before, I had noted among the callans at Mr. Lorimore’s school

a long soople laddie, who, like all bairns that grow fast and tall, had

but little smeddum. He could not be called a dolt, for he was observant

and thoughtful, and giving to asking sagacious questions; but there was a

sleepiness about him, especially in the kirk, and he gave, as the master

said, but little application to his lessons, so that folk thought he

would turn out a sort of gaunt-at-the-door, more mindful of meat than

work. He was, however, a good-natured lad; and, when I was taking my

solitary walks of meditation, I sometimes fell in with him sitting alone

on the brae by the water-side, and sometimes lying on the grass, with his

hands under his head, on the sunny green knolls where Mr. Cylinder, the

English engineer belonging to the cotton-work, has built the bonny house

that he calls Diryhill Cottage. This was when Colin Mavis was a laddie

at the school, and when I spoke to him, I was surprised at the discretion

of his answers; so that gradually I began to think and say, that there

was more about Colin than the neighbours knew. Nothing, however, for

many a day, came out to his advantage; so that his mother, who was by

this time a widow woman, did not well know what to do with him, and folk

pitied her heavy handful of such a droud.

By-and-by, however, it happened that one of the young clerks at the

cotton-mill shattered his right-hand thumb by a gun bursting; and, being

no longer able to write, was sent into the army to be an ensign, which

caused a vacancy in the office; and, through the help of Mr. Cayenne, I

got Colin Mavis into the place, where, to the surprise of everybody, he

proved a wonderful eident and active lad, and, from less to more, has

come at the head of all the clerks, and deep in the confidentials of his

employers. But although this was a great satisfaction to me, and to the

widow woman his mother, it somehow was not so much so to the rest of the

parish, who seemed, as it were, angry that poor Colin had not proved

himself such a dolt as they had expected and foretold.

Among other ways that Colin had of spending his leisure, was that of

playing music on an instrument, in which it was said he made a wonderful

proficiency; but being long and thin, and of a delicate habit of body, he

was obligated to refrain from this recreation; so he betook himself to

books, and from reading he began to try writing; but, as this was done in

a corner, nobody jealoused what he was about, till one evening in this

year he came to the manse, and asked a word in private with me. I

thought that perhaps he had fallen in with a lass, and was come to

consult me anent matrimony; but when we were by ourselves, in my study,

he took out of his pocket a number of the _Scots Magazine_, and said,

“Sir, you have been long pleased to notice me more than any other body,

and when I got this, I could not refrain from bringing it, to let you

see’t. Ye maun ken, sir, that I have been long in secret given to trying

my hand at rhyme; and, wishing to ascertain what others thought of my

power in that way, I sent by the post twa three verses to the _Scots

Magazine_, and they have not only inserted them, but placed them in the

body of the book, in such a way that I kenna what to think.” So I looked

at the Magazine, and read his verses, which were certainly very well-made

verses for one who had no regular education. But I said to him, as the

Greenock magistrates said to John Wilson, the author of “Clyde,” when

they stipulated with him to give up the art, that poem-making was a

profane and unprofitable trade, and he would do well to turn his talent

to something of more solidity, which he promised to do; but he has since

put out a book, whereby he has angered all those that had foretold he

would be a do-nae-gude. Thus has our parish walked sidy for sidy with

all the national improvements, having an author of its own, and getting a

literary character in the ancient and famous republic of letters.

CHAPTER XLIII

YEAR 1802

“EXPERIENCE teaches fools,” was the first moral apothegm that I wrote in

small text, when learning to write at the school, and I have ever since

thought it was a very sensible reflection. For assuredly, as year after

year has flown away on the swift wings of time, I have found my

experience mellowing, and my discernment improving; by which I have, in

the afternoon of life, been enabled to foresee what kings and nations

would do, by the symptoms manifested within the bounds of the society

around me. Therefore, at the beginning of the spring in this Ann. Dom.,

I had misgivings at the heart, a fluttering in my thoughts, and

altogether a strange uneasiness as to the stability of the peace and

harmony that was supposed to be founded upon a steadfast foundation

between us and the French people. What my fears principally took their

rise from, was a sort of compliancy, on the part of those in power and

authority, to cultivate the old relations and parts between them and the

commonalty. It did not appear to me that this proceeded from any known

or decided event, for I read the papers at this period daily; but from

some general dread and fear, that was begotten, like a vapour out of the

fermentation of all sorts of opinions; most people of any sagacity

thinking that the state of things in France being so much of an antic,

poetical, and playactor-like guise, that it would never obtain that

respect, far less that reverence from the world, which is necessary to

the maintenance of all beneficial government. The consequence of this

was a great distrust between man and man, and an aching restlessness

among those who had their bread to bake in the world; persons possessing

the power to provide for their kindred, forcing them, as it were, down

the throats of those who were dependent on them in business, a bitter

morsel.

But the pith of these remarks chiefly applies to the manufacturing

concerns of the new town of Cayenneville; for in the clachan we lived in

the lea of the dike, and were more taken up with our own natural rural

affairs, and the markets for victual, than the craft of merchandise. The

only man interested in business, who walked in a steady manner at his old

pace, though he sometimes was seen, being of a spunkie temper, grinding

the teeth of vexation, was Mr. Cayenne himself.

One day, however, he came to me at the manse. “Doctor,” says he, for so

he always called me, “I want your advice. I never choose to trouble

others with my private affairs; but there are times when the word of an

honest man may do good. I need not tell you, that when I declared myself

a Royalist in America, it was at a considerable sacrifice. I have,

however, nothing to complain of against government on that score; but I

think it damn’d hard that those personal connexions, whose interests I

preserved to the detriment of my own, should in my old age make such an

ungrateful return. By the steps I took prior to quitting America, I

saved the property of a great mercantile concern in London. In return

for that, they took a share with me, and for me, in the cotton-mill; and

being here on the spot, as manager, I have both made and saved them

money. I have, no doubt, bettered my own fortune in the mean time.

Would you believe it, doctor, they have written a letter to me, saying

that they wish to provide for a relation, and requiring me to give up to

him a portion of my share in the concern—a pretty sort of providing this,

at another man’s expense! But I’ll be damn’d if I do any such thing! If

they want to provide for their friend, let them do so from themselves,

and not at my cost—What is your opinion?”

This appeared to me a very weighty concern, and, not being versed in

mercantile dealing, I did not well know what to say; but I reflected for

some time, and then I replied, “As far, Mr. Cayenne, as my observation

has gone in this world, I think that the giffs and the gaffs nearly

balance one another; and when they do not, there is a moral defect on the

failing side. If a man long gives his labour to his employer, and is

paid for that labour, it might be said that both are equal; but I say no.

For it’s in human nature to be prompt to change; and the employer, having

always more in his power than his servant or agent, it seems to me a

clear case, that in the course of a number of years, the master of the

old servant is the obligated of the two; and therefore I say, in the

first place, in your case there is no tie or claim, by which you may, in

a moral sense, be called upon to submit to the dictates of your London

correspondents; but there is a reason, in the nature of the thing and

case, by which you may ask a favour from them—So, the advice I would give

you would be this: write an answer to their letter, and tell them that

you have no objection to the taking in of a new partner, but you think it

would be proper to revise all the copartnery, especially as you have,

considering the manner in which you have advanced the business, been of

opinion, that your share should be considerably enlarged.”

I thought Mr. Cayenne would have louped out of his skin with mirth at

this notion; and, being a prompt man, he sat down at my scrutoire, and

answered the letter which gave him so much uneasiness. No notice was

taken of it for some time; but in the course of a month he was informed,

that it was not considered expedient at that time to make any change in

the company. I thought the old man was gone by himself when he got this

letter. He came over instantly in his chariot, from the cotton-mill

office to the manse, and swore an oath, by some dreadful name, that I was

a Solomon. However, I only mention this to show how experience had

instructed me, and as a sample of that sinister provisioning of friends

that was going on in the world at this time—all owing, as I do verily

believe, to the uncertain state of governments and national affairs.

Besides these generalities, I observed another thing working to

effect—mankind read more, and the spirit of reflection and reasoning was

more awake than at any time within my remembrance. Not only was there a

handsome bookseller’s shop in Cayenneville, with a London newspaper

daily, but magazines, and reviews, and other new publications.

Till this year, when a chaise was wanted we had to send to Irville; but

Mr. Toddy of the Cross-Keys being in at Glasgow, he bought an excellent

one at the second-hand, a portion of the effects of a broken merchant, by

which, from that period, we had one of our own, and it proved a great

convenience; for I, who never but twice in my life before hired that kind

of commodity, had it thrice during the summer, for a bit jaunt with Mrs.

Balwhidder to divers places and curiosities in the county that I had not

seen before, by which our ideas were greatly enlarged; indeed, I have

always had a partiality for travelling, as one of the best means of

opening the faculty of the mind, and giving clear and correct notions of

men and things.

CHAPTER XLIV

YEAR 1803

DURING the tempestuous times that ensued, from the death of the King of

France by the hands of the executioner in 1793, there had been a

political schism among my people that often made me very uneasy. The

folk belonging to the cotton-mill, and the muslin-weavers in

Cayenneville, were afflicted with the itch of jacobinism, but those of

the village were stanch and true to king and country; and some of the

heritors were desirous to make volunteers of the young men of them, in

case of anything like the French anarchy and confusion rising on the side

of the manufacturers. I, however, set myself, at that time, against

this, for I foresaw that the French business was but a fever which would

soon pass off; but no man could tell the consequence of putting arms in

the hands of neighbour against neighbour, though it was but in the way of

policy.

But when Bonaparte gathered his host fornent the English coast, and the

government at London were in terror of their lives for an invasion, all

in the country saw that there was danger, and I was not backward in

sounding the trumpet to battle. For a time, however, there was a

diffidence among us somewhere. The gentry had a distrust of the

manufacturers, and the farming lads were wud with impatience, that those

who should be their leaders would not come forth. I, knowing this,

prepared a sermon suitable to the occasion, giving out from the pulpit

myself, the Sabbath before preaching it, that it was my intent, on the

next Lord’s day, to deliver a religious and political exhortation on the

present posture of public affairs. This drew a vast congregation of all

ranks.

I trow that the stoor had no peace in the stuffing of the pulpit in that

day; and the effect was very great and speedy: for next morning the

weavers and cotton-mill folk held a meeting, and they, being skilled in

the ways of committees and associating together, had certain resolutions

prepared, by which a select few was appointed to take an enrolment of all

willing in the parish to serve as volunteers in defence of their king and

country, and to concert with certain gentlemen named therein, about the

formation of a corps, of which, it was an understood thing, the said

gentlemen were to be the officers. The whole of this business was

managed with the height of discretion; and the weavers, and spinners, and

farming lads, vied with one another who should be first on the list. But

that which the most surprised me, was the wonderful sagacity of the

committee in naming the gentlemen that should be the officers. I could

not have made a better choice myself; for they were the best built, the

best bred, and the best natured, in the parish. In short, when I saw the

bravery that was in my people, and the spirit of wisdom by which it was

directed, I said in my heart, the Lord of Hosts is with us, and the

adversary shall not prevail.

[Picture: The Silhouette]

The number of valiant men which at that time placed themselves around the

banners of their country was so great, that the government would not

accept of all who offered; so, like as in other parishes, we were

obligated to make a selection, which was likewise done in a most

judicious manner, all men above a certain age being reserved for the

defence of the parish, in the day when the young might be called to

England to fight the enemy.

When the corps was formed, and the officers named, they made me their

chaplain, and Dr. Marigold their doctor. He was a little man with a big

belly, and was as crouse as a bantam cock; but it was not thought he

could do so well in field exercises, on which account he was made the

doctor, although he had no repute in that capacity in comparison with Dr.

Tanzey, who was not, however, liked, being a stiff-mannered man, with a

sharp temper.

All things having come to a proper head, the young ladies of the parish

resolved to present the corps with a stand of colours, which they

embroidered themselves, and a day was fixed for the presentation of the

same. Never was such a day seen in Dalmailing. The sun shone brightly

on that scene of bravery and grandeur, and far and near the country folk

came flocking in; and we had the regimental band of music hired from the

soldiers that were in Ayr barracks. The very first sound o’t made the

hair on my old grey head to prickle up, and my blood to rise and glow as

if youth was coming again into my veins.

Sir Hugh Montgomerie was the commandant; and he came in all the glory of

war, on his best horse, and marched at the head of the men to the

green-head. The doctor and me were the rearguard: not being able, on

account of my age and his fatness, to walk so fast as the quick-step of

the corps. On the field, we took our place in front, near Sir Hugh and

the ladies with the colours; and after some salutations, according to the

fashion of the army, Sir Hugh made a speech to the men, and then Miss

Maria Montgomerie came forward, with her sister Miss Eliza, and the other

ladies, and the banners were unfurled, all glittering with gold, and the

king’s arms in needlework. Miss Maria then made a speech, which she had

got by heart; but she was so agitated that it was said she forgot the

best part of it: however, it was very well considering. When this was

done, I then stepped forward, and laying my hat on the ground, every man

and boy taking off theirs, I said a prayer, which I had conned most

carefully, and which I thought the most suitable I could devise, in

unison with Christian principles, which are averse to the shedding of

blood; and I particularly dwelt upon some of the specialities of our

situation.

When I had concluded, the volunteers gave three great shouts, and the

multitude answered them to the same tune, and all the instruments of

music sounded, making such a bruit as could not be surpassed for

grandeur—a long, and very circumstantial account of all which, may be

read in the newspapers of that time.

The volunteers, at the word of command, then showed us the way they were

to fight with the French, in the doing of which a sad disaster happened;

for when they were charging bayonets, they came towards us like a flood,

and all the spectators ran; and I ran, and the doctor ran; but being

laden with his belly, he could not run fast enough, so he lay down, and

being just before me at the time, I tumbled over him, and such a shout of

laughter shook the field as was never heard.

When the fatigues of the day were at an end, we marched to the

cotton-mill, where, in one of the ware-houses, a vast table was spread,

and a dinner, prepared at Mr. Cayenne’s own expense, sent in from the

Cross-Keys, and the whole corps, with many of the gentry of the

neighbourhood, dined with great jollity, the band of music playing

beautiful airs all the time. At night there was a universal dance,

gentle and semple mingled together. All which made it plain to me, that

the Lord, by this unison of spirit, had decreed our national

preservation; but I kept this in my own breast, lest it might have the

effect to relax the vigilance of the kingdom. And I should note that

Colin Mavis, the poetical lad, of whom I have spoken in another part,

made a song for this occasion that was very mightily thought of, having

in it a nerve of valiant genius, that kindled the very souls of those

that heard it.

CHAPTER XLV

YEAR 1804

IN conformity with the altered fashions of the age, in this year the

session came to an understanding with me, that we should not inflict the

common church censures for such as made themselves liable thereto; but we

did not formally promulge our resolution as to this, wishing as long as

possible to keep the deterring rod over the heads of the young and

thoughtless. Our motive, on the one hand, was the disregard of the

manufacturers in Cayenneville, who were, without the breach of truth, an

irreligious people; and, on the other, a desire to preserve the ancient

and wholesome admonitory and censorian jurisdiction of the minister and

elders. We therefore laid it down as a rule to ourselves, that, in the

case of transgressions on the part of the inhabitants of the new district

of Cayenneville, we should subject them rigorously to a fine; but that

for the farming-lads, we would put it in their option to pay the fine, or

stand in the kirk.

We conformed also in another matter to the times, by consenting to

baptize occasionally in private houses. Hitherto it had been a strict

rule with me only to baptize from the pulpit. Other parishes, however,

had long been in the practice of this relaxation of ancient discipline.

But all this on my part, was not done without compunction of spirit; for

I was of opinion, that the principle of Presbyterian integrity should

have been maintained to the uttermost. Seeing, however, the elders set

on an alteration, I distrusted my own judgment, and yielded myself to the

considerations that weighed with them; for they were true men, and of a

godly honesty, and took the part of the poor in all contentions with the

heritors, often to the hazard and damage of their own temporal welfare.

I have now to note a curious thing, not on account of its importance, but

to show to what lengths a correspondence had been opened in the parish

with the farthest parts of the earth. Mr. Cayenne got a turtle-fish sent

to him from a Glasgow merchant, and it was living when it came to the

Wheatrig House, and was one of the most remarkable beasts that had ever

been seen in our country side. It weighed as much as a well-fed calf,

and had three kinds of meat in its body, fish, flesh, and fowl, and it

had four water-wings, for they could not be properly called fins; but

what was little short of a miracle about the creature, happened after the

head was cutted off, when, if a finger was offered to it, it would open

its mouth and snap at it, and all this after the carcass was divided for

dressing.

Mr. Cayenne made a feast on the occasion to many of the neighbouring

gentry, to the which I was invited; and we drank lime-punch as we ate the

turtle, which, as I understand, is the fashion in practice among the

Glasgow West Indy merchants, who are famed as great hands with turtles

and lime-punch. But it is a sort of food that I should not like to fare

long upon. I was not right the next day; and I have heard it said, that

when eaten too often, it has a tendency to harden the heart and make it

crave for greater luxuries.

But the story of the turtle is nothing to that of the Mass, which, with

all its mummeries and abominations, was brought into Cayenneville by an

Irish priest of the name of Father O’Grady, who was confessor to some of

the poor deluded Irish labourers about the new houses and the

cotton-mill. How he had the impudence to set up that memento of Satan,

the crucifix, within my parish and jurisdiction, was what I never could

get to the bottom of; but the soul was shaken within me, when, on the

Monday after, one of the elders came to the manse, and told me that the

old dragon of Popery, with its seven heads and ten horns, had been

triumphing in Cayenneville on the foregoing Lord’s day! I lost no time

in convening the session to see what was to be done; much, however, to my

surprise, the elders recommended no step to be taken, but only a zealous

endeavour to greater Christian excellence on our part, by which we should

put the beast and his worshippers to shame and flight. I am free to

confess, that, at the time, I did not think this the wisest counsel which

they might have given; for, in the heat of my alarm, I was for attacking

the enemy in his camp. But they prudently observed, that the days of

religious persecution were past, and it was a comfort to see mankind

cherishing any sense of religion at all, after the vehement infidelity

that had been sent abroad by the French Republicans; and to this opinion,

now that I have had years to sift its wisdom, I own myself a convert and

proselyte.

Fortunately, however, for my peace of mind, there proved to be but five

Roman Catholics in Cayenneville; and Father O’Grady not being able to

make a living there, packed up his Virgin Marys, saints, and painted

Agneses in a portmanteau, and went off in the Ayr fly one morning for

Glasgow, where I hear he has since met with all the encouragement that

might be expected from the ignorant and idolatrous inhabitants of that

great city.

Scarcely were we well rid of Father O’Grady, when another interloper

entered the parish. He was more dangerous, in the opinion of the

session, than even the Pope of Rome himself; for he came to teach the

flagrant heresy of Universal Redemption, a most consolatory doctrine to

the sinner that is loth to repent, and who loves to troll his iniquity

like a sweet morsel under his tongue. Mr. Martin Siftwell, who was the

last ta’en on elder, and who had received a liberal and judicious

education, and was, moreover, naturally possessed of a quick penetration,

observed, in speaking of this new doctrine, that the grossest papist

sinner might have some qualms of fear after he had bought the Pope’s

pardon, and might thereby be led to a reformation of life; but that the

doctrine of universal redemption was a bribe to commit sin, the wickedest

mortal, according to it, being only liable to a few thousand years, more

or less, of suffering, which, compared with eternity, was but a momentary

pang, like having a tooth drawn for the toothache. Mr. Siftwell is a

shrewd and clear-seeing man in points of theology, and I would trust a

great deal to what he says, as I have not, at my advanced age, such a

mind for the kittle crudities of polemical investigation that I had in my

younger years, especially when I was a student in the Divinity Hall of

Glasgow.

It will be seen from all I have herein recorded, that, in the course of

this year, there was a general resuscitation of religious sentiments; for

what happened in my parish was but a type and index to the rest of the

world. We had, however, one memorable that must stand by itself; for

although neither death nor bloodshed happened, yet was it cause of the

fear of both.

A rumour reached us from the Clyde, that a French man-of-war had appeared

in a Highland loch, and that all the Greenock volunteers had embarked in

merchant vessels to bring her in for a prize. Our volunteers were just

jumping and yowling, like chained dogs, to be at her too; but the

colonel, Sir Hugh, would do nothing without orders from his superiors.

Mr. Cayenne, though an aged man above seventy, was as bold as a lion, and

came forth in the old garb of an American huntsman, like, as I was told,

a Robin Hood in the play is; and it was just a sport to see him, feckless

man, trying to march so crousely with his lean, shaking hands. But the

whole affair proved a false alarm, and our men, when they heard it, were

as well pleased that they had been constrained to sleep in their warm

beds at home, instead of lying on coils of cables, like the gallant

Greenock sharp-shooters.

CHAPTER XLVI

YEAR 1805

FOR some time I had meditated a reformation in the parish, and this year

I carried the same into effect. I had often noticed with concern, that,

out of a mistaken notion of paying respect to the dead, my people were

wont to go to great lengths at their burials, and dealt round short-bread

and sugar-biscuit, with wine and other confections, as if there had been

no ha’d in their hands; which straitened many a poor family, making the

dispensation of the Lord a heavier temporal calamity than it should

naturally have been. Accordingly, on consulting with Mrs. Balwhidder,

who has a most judicious judgment, it was thought that my interference

would go a great way to lighten the evil. I therefore advised with those

whose friends were taken from them, not to make that amplitude of

preparation which used to be the fashion, nor to continue handing about

as long as the folk would take, but only at the very most to go no more

than three times round with the service. Objections were made to this,

as if it would be thought mean; but I put on a stern visage, and told

them, that if they did more I would rise up, and rebuke and forbid the

extravagance. So three services became the uttermost modicum at all

burials. This was doing much, but it was not all that I wished to do.

I considered that the best reformations are those which proceed step by

step, and stop at that point where the consent to what has been

established becomes general; and so I governed myself, and therefore

interfered no farther; but I was determined to set an example.

Accordingly, at the very next dregy, after I partook of one service, I

made a bow to the servitors and they passed on, but all before me had

partaken of the second service; some, however, of those after me did as I

did, so I foresaw that in a quiet canny way I would bring in the fashion

of being satisfied with one service. I therefore, from that time, always

took my place as near as possible to the door, where the chief mourner

sat, and made a point of nodding away the second service, which has now

grown into a custom, to the great advantage of surviving relations.

But in this reforming business I was not altogether pleased with our

poet; for he took a pawkie view of my endeavours, and indited a ballad on

the subject, in the which he makes a clattering carlin describe what took

place, so as to turn a very solemn matter into a kind of derision. When

he brought his verse and read it to me, I told him that I thought it was

overly natural; for I could not find another term to designate the cause

of the dissatisfaction that I had with it; but Mrs. Balwhidder said that

it might help my plan if it were made public; so upon her advice we got

some of Mr. Lorimore’s best writers to make copies of it for

distribution, which was not without fruit and influence. But a sore

thing happened at the very next burial. As soon as the nodding away of

the second service began, I could see that the gravity of the whole

meeting was discomposed; and some of the irreverent young chiels almost

broke out into even-down laughter, which vexed me exceedingly. Mrs.

Balwhidder, howsoever, comforted me by saying, that custom in time would

make it familiar, and by-and-by the thing would pass as a matter of

course, until one service would be all that folk would offer; and truly

the thing is coming to that, for only two services are now handed round,

and the second is regularly nodded by.

CHAPTER XLVII

YEAR 1806

MR. CAYENNE of Wheatrig having for several years been in a declining way,

partly brought on by the consuming fire of his furious passion, and

partly by the decay of old age, sent for me on the evening of the first

Sabbath of March in this year. I was surprised at the message, and went

to the Wheatrig House directly, where, by the lights in the windows as I

gaed up through the policy to the door, I saw something extraordinary was

going on. Sambo, the blackamoor servant, opened the door, and, without

speaking, shook his head; for it was an affectionate creature, and as

fond of his master as if he had been his own father. By this sign I

guessed that the old gentleman was thought to be drawing near his latter

end; so I walked softly after Sambo up the stair, and was shown into the

chamber where Mr. Cayenne, since he had been confined to the house,

usually sat. His wife had been dead some years before.

Mr. Cayenne was sitting in his easy chair, with a white cotton nightcap

on his head, and a pillow at his shoulders to keep him straight. But his

head had fallen down on his breast, and he breathed like a panting baby.

His legs were swelled, and his feet rested on a footstool. His face,

which was wont to be the colour of a peony rose, was of a yellow hue,

with a patch of red on each cheek like a wafer; and his nose was shirpit

and sharp, and of an unnatural purple. Death was evidently fighting with

nature for the possession of the body. “Heaven have mercy on his soul!”

said I to myself, as I sat down beside him.

When I had been seated some time, the power was given him to raise his

head as it were a-jee; and he looked at me with the tail of his eye,

which I saw was glittering and glassy. “Doctor,” for he always called me

doctor, though I am not of that degree, “I am glad to see you,” were his

words, uttered with some difficulty.

“How do you find yourself, sir?” I replied, in a sympathising manner.

“Damned bad,” said he, as if I had been the cause of his suffering. I

was daunted to the very heart to hear him in such an unregenerate state;

but after a short pause I addressed myself to him again, saying, that “I

hoped he would soon be more at ease; and he should bear in mind that the

Lord chasteneth whom he loveth.”

“The devil take such love!” was his awful answer, which was to me as a

blow on the forehead with a mell. However, I was resolved to do my duty

to the miserable sinner, let him say what he would. Accordingly, I

stooped towards him with my hands on my knees, and said in a

compassionate voice, “It’s very true, sir, that you are in great agony;

but the goodness of God is without bound.”

“Curse me if I think so, doctor!” replied the dying uncircumcised

Philistine. But he added at whiles, his breathlessness being grievous,

and often broken by a sore hiccup, “I am, however, no saint, as you know,

doctor; so I wish you to put in a word for me, doctor; for you know that

in these times, doctor, it is the duty of every good subject to die a

Christian.”

This was a poor account of the state of his soul; but it was plain I

could make no better o’t, by entering into any religious discourse or

controversy with him, he being then in the last gasp; so I knelt down and

prayed for him with great sincerity, imploring the Lord, as an awakening

sense of grace to the dying man, that it would please him to lift up,

though it were but for the season of a minute, the chastening hand which

was laid so heavily upon his aged servant; at which Mr. Cayenne, as if,

indeed, the hand had been then lifted, cried out, “None of that stuff,

doctor; you know that I cannot call myself his servant.”

[Picture: The Ruling Elder]

Was ever a minister in his prayer so broken in upon by a perishing

sinner! However, I had the weight of a duty upon me, and made no reply,

but continued, “Thou hearest, O Lord, how he confesses his unworthiness!

Let not thy compassion, therefore, be withheld, but verify to him the

words that I have spoken in faith, of the boundlessness of thy goodness,

and the infinite multitude of thy tender mercies.” I then calmly, but

sadly, sat down, and presently, as if my prayer had been heard, relief

was granted; for Mr. Cayenne raised his head, and giving me a queer look,

said, “That last clause of your petition, doctor, was well put, and I

think, too, it has been granted, for I am easier”—adding, “I have no

doubt, doctor, given much offence in the world, and oftenest when I meant

to do good; but I have wilfully injured no man; and as God is my judge,

and his goodness, you say, is so great, he may, perhaps, take my soul

into his holy keeping.” In saying which words, Mr. Cayenne dropped his

head upon his breast, his breathing ceased, and he was wafted away out of

this world with as little trouble as a blameless baby.

This event soon led to a change among us. In the settling of Mr.

Cayenne’s affairs in the Cotton-mill Company, it was found that he had

left such a power of money, that it was needful to the concern, in order

that they might settle with the doers under his testament, to take in

other partners. By this Mr. Speckle came to be a resident in the parish,

he having taken up a portion of Mr. Cayenne’s share. He likewise took a

tack of the house and policy of Wheatrig. But although Mr. Speckle was a

far more conversible man than his predecessor, and had a wonderful

plausibility in business, the affairs of the company did not thrive in

his hands. Some said this was owing to his having owre many irons in the

fire; others, to the circumstances of the times: in my judgment, however,

both helped; but the issue belongs to the events of another year. In the

meanwhile, I should here note, that in the course of this current Ann.

Dom. it pleased Heaven to visit me with a severe trial; the nature of

which I will here record at length—the upshot I will make known

hereafter.

From the planting of inhabitants in the cotton-mill town of Cayenneville,

or as the country folk, not used to used to such lang-nebbit words, now

call it, Canaille, there had come in upon the parish various sectarians

among the weavers, some of whom were not satisfied with the gospel as I

preached it, and endeavoured to practise it in my walk and conversation;

and they began to speak of building a kirk for themselves, and of getting

a minster that would give them the gospel more to their own ignorant

fancies. I was exceedingly wroth and disturbed when the thing was first

mentioned to me; and I very earnestly, from the pulpit, next Lord’s day,

lectured on the growth of newfangled doctrines; which, however, instead

of having the wonted effect of my discourses, set up the theological

weavers in a bleeze, and the very Monday following they named a

committee, to raise money by subscription to build a meeting-house. This

was the first overt act of insubordination, collectively manifested, in

the parish; and it was conducted with all that crafty dexterity with

which the infidel and jacobin spirit of the French Revolution had

corrupted the honest simplicity of our good old hameward fashions. In

the course of a very short time, the Canaille folk had raised a large

sum, and seduced not a few of my people into their schism, by which they

were enabled to set about building their kirk; the foundations thereof

were not, however, laid till the following year, but their proceedings

gave me a het heart, for they were like an open rebellion to my

authority, and a contemptuous disregard of that religious allegiance

which is due from the flock to the pastor.

On Christmas-day the wind broke off the main arm of our Adam and Eve

pear-tree; and I grieved for it more as a type and sign of the threatened

partition, than on account of the damage, though the fruit was the

juiciest in all the country side.

CHAPTER XLVIII

YEAR 1807

THIS was a year to me of satisfaction in many points; for a greater

number of my younger flock married in it, than had done for any one of

ten years prior. They were chiefly the offspring of the marriages that

took place at the close of the American war; and I was pleased to see the

duplification of well-doing, as I think marrying is, having always

considered the command to increase and multiply, a holy ordinance, which

the circumstances of this world but too often interfere to prevent.

It was also made manifest to me, that in this year there was a very

general renewal in the hearts of men, of a sense of the utility, even in

earthly affairs, of a religious life: in some, I trust it was more than

prudence, and really a birth of grace. Whether this was owing to the

upshot of the French Revolution, all men being pretty well satisfied in

their minds, that uproar and rebellion make but an ill way of righting

wrongs, or that the swarm of unruly youth the offspring, as I have said,

of the marriages after the American war, had grown sobered from their

follies, and saw things in a better light, I cannot take upon me to say.

But it was very edifying to me, their minister, to see several lads who

had been both wild and free in their principles, marrying with sobriety,

and taking their wives to the kirk with the comely decorum of heads of

families.

But I was now growing old, and could go seldomer out among my people than

in former days; so that I was less a partaker of their ploys and

banquets, either at birth, bridal, or burial. I heard, however, all that

went on at them, and I made it a rule, after giving the blessing at the

end of the ceremony, to admonish the bride and bridegroom to ca’ canny,

and join trembling with their mirth. It behoved me on one occasion,

however, to break through a rule that age and frailty had imposed upon

me, and to go to the wedding of Tibby Banes, the daughter of the

betheral, because she had once been a servant in the manse, besides the

obligation upon me, from her father’s part both in the kirk and kirkyard.

Mrs. Balwhidder went with me, for she liked to countenance the

pleasantries of my people; and, over and above all, it was a pay-wedding,

in order to set up the bridegroom in a shop.

There was, to be sure, a great multitude, gentle and semple, of all

denominations, with two fiddles and a bass, and the volunteers’ fife and

drum; and the jollity that went on was a perfect feast of itself, though

the wedding-supper was a prodigy of abundance. The auld carles kecklet

with fainness as they saw the young dancers; and the carlins sat on

forms, as mim as May puddocks, with their shawls pinned apart, to show

their muslin napkins. But, after supper, when they had got a glass of

the punch, their heels showed their mettle, and grannies danced with

their oyes, holding out their hands as if they had been spinning with two

rocks. I told Colin Mavis, the poet, than an _Infare_ was a fine subject

for his muse; and soon after he indited an excellent ballad under that

title, which he projects to publish, with other ditties, by subscription;

and I have no doubt a liberal and discerning public will give him all

manner of encouragement, for that is the food of talent of every kind;

and without cheering, no one can say what an author’s faculty naturally

is.

CHAPTER XLIX

YEAR 1808

THROUGH all the wars that have raged from the time of the King’s

accession to the throne, there has been a gradually coming nearer and

nearer to our gates, which is a very alarming thing to think of. In the

first, at the time he came to the crown, we suffered nothing. Not one

belonging to the parish was engaged in the battles thereof; and the news

of victories, before they reached us, which was generally by word of

mouth, were old tales. In the American war, as I have related at length,

we had an immediate participation; but those that suffered were only a

few individuals, and the evil was done at a distance, and reached us not

until the worst of its effects were spent. And during the first term of

the present just and necessary contest for all that is dear to us as a

people, although, by the offswarming of some of our restless youth, we

had our part and portion in common with the rest of the Christian world;

yet still there was at home a great augmentation of prosperity, and every

thing had thriven in a surprising manner; somewhat, however, to the

detriment of our country simplicity. By the building of the cotton-mill,

and the rising up of the new town of Cayenneville, we had intromitted so

much with concerns of trade, that we were become a part of the great web

of commercial reciprocities, and felt in our corner and extremity, every

touch or stir that was made on any part of the texture. The consequence

of this I have now to relate.

Various rumours had been floating about the business of the cotton

manufacturers not being so lucrative as it had been; and Bonaparte, as it

is well known, was a perfect limb of Satan against our prosperity, having

recourse to the most wicked means and purposes to bring ruin upon us as a

nation. His cantrips, in this year, began to have a dreadful effect.

For some time it had been observed in the parish, that Mr. Specle of the

cotton-mill, went very often to Glasgow, and was sometimes off at a few

minutes’ warning to London; and the neighbours began to guess and wonder

at what could be the cause of all this running here, and riding there, as

if the little-gude was at his heels. Sober folk augured ill o’t; and it

was remarked, likewise, that there was a haste and confusion in his mind,

which betokened a foretaste of some change of fortune. At last, in the

fulness of time, the babe was born.

On a Saturday night, Mr. Speckle came out late from Glasgow; on the

Sabbath he was with all his family at the kirk, looking as a man that had

changed his way of life; and on the Monday, when the spinners went to the

mill, they were told that the company had stopped payment. Never did a

thunder-clap daunt the heart like this news; for the bread in a moment

was snatched from more than a thousand mouths. It was a scene not to be

described, to see the cotton-spinners and the weavers, with their wives

and children, standing in bands along the road, all looking and speaking

as if they had lost a dear friend or parent. For my part, I could not

bear the sight, but hid myself in my closet, and prayed to the Lord to

mitigate a calamity which seemed to me past the capacity of man to

remedy; for what could our parish fund do in the way of helping a whole

town, thus suddenly thrown out of bread?

In the evening, however, I was strengthened, and convened the elders at

the manse to consult with them on what was best to be done; for it was

well known that the sufferers had made no provision for a sore foot. But

all our gathered judgments could determine nothing; and therefore we

resolved to wait the issue, not doubting but that He who sends the night,

would bring the day in His good and gracious time, which so fell out.

Some of them who had the largest experience of such vicissitudes,

immediately began to pack up their ends and their awls, and to hie them

into Glasgow and Paisley in quest of employ; but those who trusted to the

hopes that Mr. Speckle himself still cherished, lingered long, and were

obligated to submit to sore distress. After a time, however, it was

found that the company was ruined; and the mill being sold for the

benefit of the creditors, it was bought by another Glasgow company, who,

by getting a good bargain, and managing well, have it still, and have

made it again a blessing to the country. At the time of the stoppage,

however, we saw that commercial prosperity, flush as it might be, was but

a perishable commodity, and from thence, both by public discourse and

private exhortation, I have recommended to the workmen to lay up

something for a reverse; and showed that, by doing with their bawbees and

pennies what the great do with their pounds, they might in time get a

pose to help them in the day of need. This advice they have followed,

and made up a Savings Bank, which is a pillow of comfort to many an

industrious head of a family.

But I should not close this account of the disaster that befell Mr.

Speckle, and the cotton-mill company, without relating a very melancholy

case that was the consequence. Among the overseers there was a Mr.

Dwining, an Englishman from Manchester, where he had seen better days,

having had himself there of his own property, once as large a mill,

according to report, as the Cayenneville mill. He was certainly a man

above the common, and his wife was a lady in every point; but they held

themselves by themselves, and shunned all manner of civility, giving up

their whole attention to their two little boys, who were really like

creatures of a better race than the callans of our clachan.

On the failure of the company, Mr. Dwining was observed by those who were

present to be particularly distressed: his salary being his all; but he

said little, and went thoughtfully home. Some days after he was seen

walking by himself with a pale face, a heavy eye, and slow step—all

tokens of a sorrowful heart. Soon after, he was missed altogether;

nobody saw him. The door of his house was however open, and his two

pretty boys were as lively as usual, on the green before the door. I

happened to pass when they were there, and I asked them how their father

and mother were. They said they were still in bed, and would not waken,

and the innocent lambs took me by the hand, to make me waken their

parents. I know not what was in it, but I trembled from head to foot,

and I was led in by the babies, as if I had not the power to resist.

Never shall I forget what I saw in that bed.

* * * * *

I found a letter on the table; and I came away, locking the door behind

me, and took the lovely prattling orphans home. I could but shake my

head and weep, as I gave them to the care of Mrs. Balwhidder, and she was

terrified but said nothing. I then read the letter. It was to send the

bairns to a gentleman, their uncle, in London. Oh! it is a terrible

tale; but the winding-sheet and the earth is over it. I sent for two of

my elders. I related what I had seen. Two coffins were got, and the

bodies laid in them; and the next day, with one of the fatherless bairns

in each hand, I followed them to the grave, which was dug in that part of

the kirkyard where unchristened babies are laid. We durst not take it

upon us to do more; but few knew the reason, and some thought it was

because the deceased were strangers, and had no regular lair.

I dressed the two bonny orphans in the best mourning at my own cost, and

kept them in the manse till we could get an answer from their uncle, to

whom I sent their father’s letter. It stung him to the quick, and he

came down all the way from London, and took the children away himself.

Oh! he was a vexed man when the beautiful bairns, on being told he was

their uncle, ran into his arms, and complained that their papa and mamma

had slept so long, that they would never waken.

CHAPTER L

YEAR 1809

AS I come towards the events of these latter days, I am surprised to find

myself not at all so distinct in my recollection of them as in those of

the first of my ministry; being apt to confound the things of one

occasion with those of another, which Mrs. Balwhidder says is an

admonishment to me to leave off my writing. But, please God, I will

endeavour to fulfil this as I have through life tried, to the best of my

capacity, to do every other duty; and, with the help of Mrs. Balwhidder,

who has a very clear understanding, I think I may get through my task in

a creditable manner, which is all I aspire after; not writing for a vain

world, but only to testify to posterity anent the great changes that have

happened in my day and generation—a period which all the best-informed

writers say, has not had its match in the history of the world since the

beginning of time.

By the failure of the cotton-mill company, whose affairs were not settled

till the spring of this year, there was great suffering during the

winter; but my people, those that still adhered to the establishment,

bore their share of the dispensation with meekness and patience, nor was

there wanting edifying monuments of resignation even among the

stravaigers.

On the day that the Canaille Meeting-house was opened, which was in the

summer, I was smitten to the heart to see the empty seats that were in my

kirk; for all the thoughtless, and some that I had a better opinion of,

went to hear the opening discourse. Satan that day had power given to

him to buffet me as he did Job of old; and when I looked around and saw

the empty seats, my corruption rose, and I forgot myself in the

remembering prayer; for when I prayed for all denominations of

Christians, and worshippers, and infidels, I could not speak of the

schismatics with patience, but entreated the Lord to do with the

hobleshow at Cayenneville, as he saw meet in his displeasure, the which,

when I came afterwards to think upon, I grieved at with a sore

contrition.

In the course of the week following, the elders, in a body, came to me in

the manse, and after much commendation of my godly ministry, they said,

that seeing I was now growing old, they thought they could not testify

their respect for me in a better manner than by agreeing to get me a

helper. But I would not at that time listen to such a proposal, for I

felt no falling off in my powers of preaching; on the contrary, I found

myself growing better at it, as I was enabled to hold forth, in an easy

manner, often a whole half hour longer, than I could do a dozen years

before. Therefore nothing was done in this year anent my resignation;

but during the winter, Mrs. Balwhidder was often grieved, in the bad

weather, that I should preach, and, in short, so worked upon my

affections, that I began to think it was fitting for me to comply with

the advice of my friends. Accordingly, in the course of the winter, the

elders began to cast about for a helper; and during the bleak weather in

the ensuing spring, several young men spared me from the necessity of

preaching. But this relates to the concerns of the next and last year of

my ministry. So I will now proceed to give an account of it, very

thankful that I have been permitted, in unmolested tranquillity, to bring

my history to such a point.

CHAPTER LI

YEAR 1810

MY tasks are all near a close; and in writing this final record of my

ministry, the very sound of my pen admonishes me that my life is a burden

on the back of flying Time, that he will soon be obliged to lay down in

his great storehouse—the grave. Old age has, indeed, long warned me to

prepare for rest; and the darkened windows of my sight show that the

night is coming on, while deafness, like a door fast barred, has shut out

all the pleasant sounds of this world, and inclosed me, as it were, in a

prison, even from the voices of my friends.

I have lived longer than the common lot of man, and I have seen, in my

time, many mutations and turnings, and ups and downs, notwithstanding the

great spread that has been in our national prosperity. I have beheld

them that were flourishing like the green bay-trees, made desolate, and

their branches scattered. But, in my own estate, I have had a large and

liberal experience of goodness.

At the beginning of my ministry I was reviled and rejected; but my honest

endeavours to prove a faithful shepherd were blessed from on high, and

rewarded with the affection of my flock. Perhaps, in the vanity of

doting old age, I thought in this there was a merit due to myself, which

made the Lord to send the chastisement of the Canaille schism among my

people; for I was then wroth without judgment, and by my heat hastened

into an open division the flaw that a more considerate manner might have

healed. But I confess my fault, and submit my cheek to the smiter; and

now I see that the finger of Wisdom was in that probation, and it was far

better that the weavers meddled with the things of God, which they could

not change, than with those of the King, which they could only harm. In

that matter, however, I was like our gracious monarch in the American

war; for though I thereby lost the pastoral allegiance of a portion of my

people, in like manner as he did of his American subjects, yet, after the

separation, I was enabled so to deport myself, that they showed me many

voluntary testimonies of affectionate respect, and which it would be a

vain glory in me to rehearse here. One thing I must record, because it

is as much to their honour as it is to mine.

When it was known that I was to preach my last sermon, every one of those

who had been my hearers, and who had seceded to the Canaille meeting,

made it a point that day to be in the parish kirk, and to stand in the

crowd, that made a lane of reverence for me to pass from the kirk-door to

the back-yett of the manse. And shortly after, a deputation of all their

brethren, with their minister at their head, came to me one morning, and

presented to me a server of silver, in token, as they were pleased to

say, of their esteem for my blameless life, and the charity that I had

practised towards the poor of all sects in the neighbourhood; which is

set forth in a well-penned inscription, written by a weaver lad that

works for his daily bread. Such a thing would have been a prodigy at the

beginning of my ministry; but the progress of book-learning and education

has been wonderful since, and with it has come a spirit of greater

liberality than the world knew before, bringing men of adverse principles

and doctrines into a more humane communion with each other; showing that

it’s by the mollifying influence of knowledge the time will come to pass,

when the tiger of papistry shall lie down with the lamb of reformation,

and the vultures of prelacy be as harmless as the presbyterian doves;

when the independent, the anabaptist, and every other order and

denomination of Christians, not forgetting even those poor wee wrens of

the Lord, the burghers and anti-burghers, who will pick from the hand of

patronage, and dread no snare.

On the next Sunday, after my farewell discourse, I took the arm of Mrs.

Balwhidder, and with my cane in my hand, walked to our own pew, where I

sat some time; but, owing to my deafness, not being able to hear, I have

not since gone back to the church. But my people are fond of having

their weans still christened by me, and the young folk, such as are of a

serious turn, come to be married at my hands, believing, as they say,

that there is something good in the blessing of an aged gospel minister.

But even this remnant of my gown I must lay aside; for Mrs. Balwhidder is

now and then obliged to stop me in my prayers, as I sometimes

wander—pronouncing the baptismal blessing upon a bride and bridegroom,

talking as if they were already parents. I am thankful, however, that I

have been spared with a sound mind to write this book to the end; but it

is my last task, and, indeed, really I have no more to say, saving only

to wish a blessing on all people from on high, where I soon hope to be,

and to meet there all the old and long-departed sheep of my flock,

especially the first and second Mrs. Balwhidders.

FOOTNOTES.

{1} Dreghorn, Ayrshire, two miles from Irvine.

{9} Irvine, Ayrshire.

{17} Cognac.