"What do you think of the hundred and third Psalm, Robert? It would go well this morning."
"The verra word that was on my lips, and Lachlan "ill be lookin" for Coleshill."
Lachlan had put Flora in his old place next the wall (he would not need it again, having retired from the office of inquisitor), and sat close beside her, with great contentment on his face. The manners of Drumtochty were perfect, and no one turned his head by one inch; but Marget Howe, sitting behind in Burnbrae"s pew, saw Flora"s hand go out to Lachlan"s as the people sang:
"All thine iniquities who doth Most graciously forgive, Who thy diseases all and pains Doth heal and thee relieve."
The Session met that week, and a young girl broke down utterly in her examination for the Sacrament, so that not even Burnbrae could get a correct answer.
She rose in great confusion and sorrow.
"A" see it wudna be fit for the like o" me tae gae forrit, but a"
had set ma hert on"t; it wes the last thing He askit o" His freends," and she left before any one could bid her stay.
"Moderator," said Lachlan, "it iss a great joy for me to move that Mary Macfarlane get her token, and I will be wishing that we all had her warrant, oh yes, for there iss no warrant like love. And there iss something that I must be asking of the elders, and it iss to forgive me for my pride in this Session. I wa.s.s thinking that I knew more than any man in Drumtochty, and wa.s.s judging G.o.d"s people. But He ha.s.s had mercy upon Simon the Pharisee, and you hef all been been very good to me and Flora.... The Scripture ha.s.s been fulfilled, "So the last shall be first, and the first last.""
Then the minister asked Burnbrae to pray, and the Spirit descended on that good man, of simple heart:
"Almichty Father, we are a" Thy puir and sinfu" bairns, wha wearied o" hame and gaed awa" intae the far country. Forgive us, for we didna ken what we were leavin" or the sair hert we gied oor Father.
It wes weary wark tae live wi" oor sins, but we wud never hev come back had it no been for oor Elder Brither. He cam" a long road tae find us, and a sore travail He had afore He set us free. He"s been a gude Brither tae us, and we"ve been a heavy chairge tae Him. May He keep a firm haud o" us, and guide us in the richt road, and bring us back gin we wander, and tell us a" we need tae know till the gloamin" come. Gither us in then, we pray Thee, and a" we luve, no a bairn missin", and may we sit doon for ever in oor ain Father"s House. Amen."
As Burnbrae said Amen, Carmichael opened his eyes, and had a vision which will remain with him until the day break and the shadows flee away.
The six elders--three small farmers, a tailor, a stonemason, and a shepherd--were standing beneath the lamp, and the light fell like a halo on their bent heads. That poor little vestry had disappeared, and this present world was forgotten. The sons of G.o.d had come into their heritage, "for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal."
THE CUNNING SPEECH OF DRUMTOCHTY
THE CUNNING SPEECH OF DRUMTOCHTY
Speech in Drumtochty distilled slowly, drop by drop, and the faces of our men were carved in stone. Visitors, without discernment, used to pity our dulness and lay themselves out for missionary work.
Before their month was over they spoke bitterly of us, as if we had deceived them, and departed with a grudge in their hearts. When Hillocks scandalised the Glen by letting his house and living in the bothie--through sheer greed of money--it was taken by a fussy little man from the South, whose control over the letter "h" was uncertain, but whose self-confidence bordered on the miraculous. As a deacon of the Social Religionists,--a new denomination, which had made an "it with Sunday Entertainments,--and Chairman of the Amalgamated Sons of Rest,--a society of persons with conscientious objections to work between meals--he was horrified at the primeval simplicity of the Glen, where no meeting of protest had been held in the memory of living man, and the ministers preached from the Bible. It was understood that he was to do his best for us, and there was curiosity in the kirkyard.
"Whatna like man is that English veesitor ye"ve got, Hillocks? a"
hear he"s fleein" ower the Glen, yammerin" and haverin" like a starlin"."
"He"s a gabby (talkative) body, Drumsheugh, there"s nae doot o"
that, but terrible ignorant.
"Says he tae me nae later than yesterday, "That"s a fine field o"
barley ye"ve there, Maister Harris," an" as sure as deith a" didna ken whaur tae luik, for it was a puckle aits."
"Keep"s a"," said Whinnie; "he"s been awfu" negleckit when he wes a bairn, or maybe there"s a want in the puir cratur."
Next Sabbath Mr. Urijah Hopps appeared in person among the fathers--who looked at each other over his head--and enlightened them on supply and demand, the Game Laws, the production of cabbages for towns, the iniquity of an Established Church, and the bad metre of the Psalms of David.
"You must "ave henterprise, or it"s hall hup with you farmers."
"Ay, ay," responded Drumsheugh, after a long pause, and then every man concentrated his attention on the belfry of the kirk.
"Is there onything ava" in the body, think ye, Domsie," as Mr. Hopps bustled into kirk, "or is"t a" wind?"
"Three wechtfu"s o" naething, Drumsheugh; a" peety the puir man if Jamie Soutar gets a haud o" him."
Jamie was the cynic of the Glen--who had p.r.i.c.ked many a wind bag--and there was a general feeling that his meeting with Mr. Hopps would not be devoid of interest. When he showed himself anxious to learn next Sabbath, any man outside Drumtochty might have been deceived, for Jamie could withdraw every sign of intelligence from his face, as when shutters close upon a shop window. Our visitor fell at once into the trap, and made things plain to the meanest capacity, until Jamie elicited from the guileless Southron that he had never heard of the Act of Union; that Adam Smith was a new book he hoped to buy; that he did not know the difference between an Arminian and a Calvinist, and that he supposed the Confession of Faith was invented in Edinburgh.
This in the briefest s.p.a.ce of time, and by way of information to Drumtochty. James was making for general literature, and had still agriculture in reserve, when Drumsheugh intervened in the humanity of his heart.
"A" dinna like tae interrupt yir conversation, Maister Hopps, but it"s no verra safe for ye tae be stannin" here sae lang. Oor air hes a bit nip in"t, and is mair searchin" than doon Sooth. Jamie "ill be speirin" a" mornin" gin ye "ill answer him, but a"m thinkin" ye"ill be warmer in the kirk."
And Drumsheugh escorted Mr. Hopps to cover, who began to suspect that he had been turned inside out, and found wanting.
Drumtochty had listened with huge delight, but without a trace of expression, and, on Mr. Hopps reaching shelter, three boxes were offered Jamie.
The group was still lost in admiration when Drumsheugh returned from his errand of mercy.
"Sall, ye"ve dune the job this time. Jamie. Ye"re an awfu" creetic.
Yon man "ill keep a quiet cheep till he gets Sooth. It pa.s.ses me hoo a body wi" sae little in him hes the face tae open his mooth."
"Ye did it weel, Jamie," Domsie added, "a clean furrow frae end tae end."
"Toots, fouk, yir makin" ower muckle o" it. It wes licht grund, no worth puttin" in a ploo."
Mr. Hopps explained to me, before leaving, that he had been much pleased with the scenery of our Glen, but disappointed in the people.
"They may not be hignorant," said the little man doubtfully, "but no man could call them haffable."
It flashed on me for the first time that perhaps there may have been the faintest want of geniality in the Drumtochty manner, but it was simply the reticence of a subtle and conscientious people. Intellect with us had been brought to so fine an edge by the Shorter Catechism that it could detect endless distinctions, and was ever on the watch against inaccuracy. Farmers who could state the esoteric doctrine of "spiritual independence" between the stilts of the plough, and talked familiarly of "co-ordinate jurisdiction with mutual subordination,"
were not likely to fall into the vice of generalisation. When James Soutar was in good fettle, he could trace the whole history of Scottish secession from the beginning, winding his way through the maze of Original Seceders and Cameronians, Burghers and Anti-Burghers--there were days when he would include the Gla.s.sites,--with unfaltering step; but this was considered a feat even in Drumtochty, and it was admitted that Jamie had "a gift o" discreemination." We all had the gift in measure, and dared not therefore allow ourselves the expansive language of the South. What right had any human being to fling about superlative adjectives, seeing what a big place the world is, and how little we know? Purple adjectives would have been as much out of place in our conversation as a bird of paradise among our muirfowl.
Mr. Hopps was so inspired by one of our sunsets--to his credit let that be told--that he tried to drive Jamie into extravagance.
"No bad! I call it glorious, and if it hisn"t, then I"d like to know what his."
"Man," replied Soutar austerely, "ye "ill surely keep ae word for the twenty-first o" Reevelation."
Had any native used "magnificent," there would have been an uneasy feeling in the Glen; the man must be suffering from wind in the head, and might upset the rotation of crops, sowing his young gra.s.s after potatoes, or replacing turnip with beetroot. But nothing of that sort happened in my time; we kept ourselves well in hand. It rained in torrents elsewhere, with us it only "threatened tae be weet"--some provision had to be made for the deluge. Strangers, in the pride of health, described themselves as "fit for anything," but Hillocks, who died at ninety-two, and never had an hour"s illness, did not venture, in his prime, beyond "Gaein" aboot, a"m thankfu" to say, gaein" aboot."
When one was seriously ill, he was said to be "gey an" sober," and no one died in Drumtochty--"he slippit awa."
h.e.l.l and heaven were pulpit words; in private life we spoke of "the ill place" and "oor lang hame."