CHAPTER XVII.
SMOULDERING FIRES.
It is the right of every Scot--secured to him by the Treaty of Union and confirmed by the Disruption--to criticise his minister with much freedom, but this privilege is exercised with a delicate charity. When it is not possible for a conscientious hearer to approve a sermon, he is not compelled to condemnation. "There wes naething wrang wi" the text," affords an excellent way of escape, and it is open to suggest efficiency in another department than the pulpit.
"Mister MacWheep michtna be a special preacher, but there "s nae doot he wes a graund veesitor." Before Carmichael left the West Kirk, Edinburgh, where he served his apprenticeship as an a.s.sistant, a worthy elder called to bid him good-bye, and spoke faithfully, to the lad"s great delight.
"You have been very acceptable, wonderfully so for a young man, and we shall follow your career with much interest. It is right, however, to add, and you will accept this in a right spirit, that it was not by preaching that you commended yourself to our people, but by your visiting. Your sermons are what I might call . . . hazy--you will get a hold of the truth by-and-by, no doubt--but you have a gift for visitation."
The exact quality and popularity of this gift was excellently stated by the wife of a working man, who referred with enthusiasm to the edifying character of the a.s.sistant"s conversation.
"Tammas misses Maister Carmichael juist terrible, for he wud come in on a forenicht an" sit, an" smoke, an" haver wi" the gude man by the "oor.
He wes the maist divertin" minister a" ever saw in the West Kirk."
It will be evident that Carmichael"s visitation belonged to a different department of art from that of Dr. Davidson. He arrived without intimation by the nearest way that he could invent, clothed in a shooting jacket and a soft hat, and accompanied by at least two dogs.
His coming created an instant stir, and Carmichael plunged at once into the life of the household. It is kept on fond record, and still told by the surviving remnant of his flock, that on various occasions and in the course of pastoral visitation he had turned the hay in summer, had forked the sheaves in harvest-time, had sacked the corn for market, and had driven a gude wife"s churn. After which honourable toil he would eat and drink anything put before him except boiled tea, against which he once preached with power--and then would sit indefinitely with the family before the kitchen fire, telling tales of ancient history, recalling the old struggles of Scottish men, describing foreign sights, enlarging on new books, till he would remember that he had only dropped in for an hour, and that two meals must be waiting for him at the manse. His visits were understood to be quite unfinished, and he left every house pledged to return and take up things at the point where he had been obliged to break off, and so he came at last in this matter of visitation into a condition of hopeless insolvency. His adventures were innumerable and always enjoyable--falling off the two fir trees that made a bridge over our deeper burns, and being dried at the next farm-house--wandering over the moor all night and turning up at a gamekeeper"s at daybreak, covered with peat and ravening with hunger--fighting his way through a snowstorm to a marriage, and digging the bridegroom out of a drift--dodging a herd of Highland cattle that thought he had come too near their calves, or driving off Drumsheugh"s polled Angus bull with contumely when he was threatening Mrs.
Macfadyen. If he met the bairns coming from school, the Glen rang with the foolery. When Willie Harley broke his leg, Carmichael brought his dog Jackie--I could tell things of that dog--and devised dramatic entertainments of such attraction that Jamie Soutar declared them no better than the theatre, and threatened Carmichael with a skep of honey as a mark of his indignation. As for the old women of the Glen, he got round them to that extent that they would gossip with him by the hour over past days, and Betty Macfarlane was so carried by the minister"s sympathy that she brought out from hidden places some finery of her youth, and Carmichael was found by Miss Carnegie arranging a faded Paisley shawl on Betty"s shoulders. And was it not this same gay Free Kirkman who trained an eleven to such perfection on a field of Drumsheugh"s that they beat the second eleven of Muirtown gloriously?
on which occasion Tammas Mitch.e.l.l, by the keenness of his eye and the strength of his arm, made forty-four runs; and being congratulated by Drumtochty as he carried his bat, opened his mouth for the first time that day, saying, "Awa wi" ye."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Would gossip with him by the hour.]
So it came to pa.s.s that notwithstanding his unholy tendency to Biblical criticism and other theological pedantry, Drumtochty loved Carmichael because he was a man; and Dr. Davidson, lighting upon him in Hillocks"
garden, with the family round him full of joy, would threaten him with a prosecution for poaching under the ecclesiastical Game Laws, and end by insisting upon him coming to dinner at the manse, when he might explain his conduct. Drumtochty loved him for his very imperfections, and follows his career unto this day with undying interest, recalling his various escapades with huge delight, and declaring to strangers that even in his callow days they had discovered that Carmichael was a preacher.
Carmichael had occasional fits of order, when he repented of his desultory ways, and began afresh with much diligence, writing out the names of the congregation with full details--he once got as far as Menzies before he lost the book--mapping the parish into districts, and planning an elaborate visitation. It may have been an accident that the district he chose for experiment embraced Tochty Lodge--where the Carnegies had just settled--but it was natural that his first effort should be thorough. There were exactly ten Free Kirk families from Tochty Lodge eastwards, and some of these still speak with feeling of the attention they received, which exceeded all they had ever known before or since.
"It wesna that he sat sae lang as a "ve heard o" him daein" in the heich Glen, but it wes the times he cam"," Mrs. Stirton used to expatiate, "maybe twice a week for a month. He hed a wy o" comin"
through Tochty Wood--the shade helpit him tae study, he said--an"
jumpin" the d.y.k.e. Sall, gin he dinna mak a roadie for himsel" through the field that year. A" wudna say," she used to add in a casual tone, "but that he micht hae gi"en a cry at the Lodge, but he cudna dae less, pa.s.sin" the door."
Carmichael was astonished himself at the number of times he was obliged to see General Carnegie on business, of one kind or another. Sometimes it was about the Flower Show, of which the General had become a patron; sometimes it was the Highland Games, when the General"s help would be of so much use; sometimes it was the idea of repairing the old bridge; sometimes--and Carmichael blushed when it came to this--to get the General"s opinion on a military question in the Bible. The least he could do in laying such a tax on a good-natured man was to bring a book for his daughter"s reading, or a curious flower he had picked up on the hill, or a story he had heard in his visiting. Miss Carnegie was generally gracious, and would see him on his way if the day were fine, or show him some improvements in the "Pleasaunce," or accompany him to Janet"s cottage to have a taste of that original woman"s conversation together. It came upon Carmichael at a time that he was, inadvertently, calling too frequently at the Lodge, and for a week he would keep to the main, road, or even pa.s.s the corner of the Lodge with an abstracted air--for he loathed the thought of being deflected from the path of duty by any personal attraction--and used to change the subject of conversation after Janet had spoken for half an hour on Kate.
People were speculating in a guarded manner regarding the possibility of news, and Janet had quarrelled furiously with Donald for laughing such unworthy rumours to scorn, when the parish was almost convulsed by the historic scene in the Free Kirk, and all hope of a romantic alliance was blasted. Archie Moncur, elder, and James Macfadyen, deacon, were counting the collection in the vestibule, and the congregation within were just singing the last verse of their first psalm, when General Carnegie and his daughter appeared at the door.
"Has service begun?" whispered Kate, while her father reverently bared his head. "I "m so sorry we are late, but you will let us in, won"t you, and we shall be as quiet as mice."
"A "ll open the door," and Archie explained the geography of the situation, "an" ye "ll juist slip intae the manse pew; it"s in the corner, wi" curtains roond it, an" naebody "ll see ye, naither minister nor people;" and so Carmichael went through the service, and had almost reached the end of his sermon before he knew that Kate was in the church.
She was very conscious of him and keenly observant of every detail--his white silk hood thrown into relief by the black Geneva gown, his fair, flushed face touched with tenderness and reverence, a new accent of affection in his voice as one speaking to his charge, and especially she noted in this Free Kirkman a certain fervour and high hope, a flavour also of subtle spirituality, that were wanting in Dr. Davidson.
His hair might have been better brushed, and his whiskers were distinctly ragged--but those things could be easily put right; then she tossed her head in contempt of herself. It had come to a fine pa.s.s when a girl that had carried her heart untouched through Simla should be concerned about the appearance of a Highland minister. The General was well acquainted with that proud motion, and began to regret that they had come. It was Davidson"s blame, who had sent them to hear a good sermon for once, as he said, and now Kate would only find material for raillery. He tugged his moustache and wished that they were again in the open air.
When the sermon came, the occupants of the manse pew composed themselves for fifteen minutes" patient endurance, after the well-bred fashion of their Church, each selecting a corner with a skill born of long experience. They were not, however, to rest in peace and detachment of mind till the doxology (or its corresponding formula in the Scottish Kirk) summoned them back, for this was to be a quite memorable sermon for them and their fellow-hearers and all Drumtochty.
Carmichael had been lecturing through Old Testament history, and having come to the drama of Elijah and Jezebel, had laid himself out for its full and picturesque treatment. He was still at that age when right seems to be all on one side, and a particular cause can be traced down the centuries in all lands and under all conditions. For the most part of two days he had wandered over the moor in the bright, cold November weather reconstructing the scene in Israel on Scottish lines, and he entered the pulpit that morning charged with the Epic of Puritanism.
Acute critics, like Elspeth Macfadyen, could tell from Carmichael"s walk down the church that he was in great spirits, and even ordinary people caught a note of triumph in his voice as he gave out the first Psalm. For the first few sentences of his sermon he spoke quietly, as one reserving and restraining himself, and gave a historical introduction which allowed the General to revive some ancient memories of India without interruption. But Kate caught the imperial tone of one who had a message to deliver and was already commanding people to listen. She was conscious of a certain anxiety, and began to wish that she were in front and could see his face, instead of only the side of his head. Then Carmichael threw back his hair with the air of one taking off his coat, and plunged the congregation into the midst of the battle, describing Elijah"s forgetfulness of self, profound conviction of righteousness, high purpose for his nation and devotion to the cause of Jehovah, till Burnbrae and the Free Kirkmen straightened themselves visibly in their pews, and touching so skilfully on the Tyrian princess in her beauty, her culture, her bigotry, her wiles, her masterfulness, that several women--greatly delighting in the exposure of such a "trimmie"--nodded approval. Kate had never given herself to the study of Old Testament history, and would have had some difficulty in identifying Elijah--there was a mare called Jezebel of vicious temper--but she caught the contagion of enthusiasm. If the supreme success of a sermon be to stimulate the hearer"s mind, then Carmichael ought to have closed at this point. His people would have been all the week fighting battles for conscience sake, and resisting smooth, cunning temptation to the farthest limits of their lives and in unimaginable ways. Kate herself, although a person quite unaffected by preaching, had also naturalised the sermon in her life with much practical and vivid detail. Carmichael was Elijah, the prophet of the common people, with his simple ways and old-fashioned notions and love of hardness, only far more gentle and courteous and amusing than that uncompromising Jew; and she--why, she would be Jezebel just for the moment, who had come from . . . India into the Glen, and could bring Elijah to her feet if she chose, and make him do her will, and then . . . The girls in the choir before the pulpit noticed the look on Kate"s face, and wondered whether the Carnegies would join the Free Kirk.
Carmichael had an instinct that he ought to fling over the remaining four pages of his sermon and close the service with a war Psalm, and he told me when I was staying with him last week that he sacrifices the last head of his sermon almost every Sunday in his city pulpit. But he was only a lad in Drumtochty, and besides was full of a historical parallel, which after a scientific ill.u.s.tration is most irresistible to a young minister. No one had ever seen it before, but of course Elijah was John Knox, and Jezebel was Queen Mary of Scots, and then Carmichael set to work afresh, with something less than conspicuous success.
Scottish people are always ready for a eulogium on John Knox in church, or on Robert Burns out of church, but the Reformer is rather the object of patriotic respect and personal devotion. Netherton snuffed in quite a leisurely way, and the women examined the bonnet of the manse housekeeper, while Knox stood in the breach for the liberties of Scotland, and when Carmichael began to meddle with Mary, he distinctly lost the sympathies of his audience and entered on dangerous ground.
Scots allow themselves, at times, the rare luxury of being illogical, and one of the occasions is their fondness for Queen Mary. An austere Puritan may prove that this young woman was French in her ways, an enemy to the Evangel, a born and practised flirt, and art and part in the murder of Darnley. A Scot will not deny the evidence, and if he be thrust into the box he may bring in the prisoner guilty, but his heart is with the condemned, and he has a grudge against the prosecutor. For he never forgets that Mary was of the royal blood and a thorough Stewart, that her face turned men"s heads in every country she touched, that she had the courage of a man in her, that she was shamefully used, and if she did throw over that ill-conditioned lad, well . . . "Puir la.s.sie, she hed naebody tae guide her, but sall, she focht her battle weel," and out of this judgment none can drive an honest Scot. "Yon wes a graund discoorse the day, gude wife," Jeems hazarded to Elspeth on the way home, "but a" thocht the minister wes a wee hard on Queen Mary; there "s nae doot she wes a papist, an" micht hae gien Knox a bit twist wi" the screws gin she cud hae gruppit him, but a" dinna like her misca"d."
"A "ve heard him wi" ma ain ears crackin" her up by the "oor, an" a"
canna mak" oot what set him against her the day; but he "s young,"
remarked Elspeth, sagely, "an" wi" his age it"s either saint or deevil, an" ae day the one an" the next day the ither; there "s nae medium.
Noo, maist fouk are juist half an" between, an" Mary hed her faults.
"Ma word, Jeems," continued Elspeth with much relish, "Mary wud sune hae settled the minister gin she hed been in the kirk the day."
"Ay, ay," inquired Jeems, "noo what wud the hizzie hae dune?"
"She wud juist hae sent for him an" lookit wi" her een, an" askit him what ill he hed at her, an" gin that wesna eneuch she wud hae pit her handkerchief tae her face."
"Of coorse he cudna hae stude that; a" micht hae gien in masel","
admitted Jeems, "but Knox wes stiff."
"Maister Carmichael is no a Knox, naither are ye, Jeems, an" it"s a mercy for me ye arena. Mary wud hae twist.i.t Maister Carmichael roond her finger, but a "m judgin" he "ll catch it as it is afore mony days, or ma name "s no Elspeth Macfadyen. Did ye see Miss Carnegie rise an"
gae oot afore he feenished?"
"Div ye mean that, Elspeth?" and her husband was amazed at such penetration. "Noo a" thocht it hed been the heat; a" never held wi"
that stove; it draws up the air. Hoo did ye jalouse yon?"
"She wes fidgetin" in her seat when he yokit on Mary, an" the meenut he named her "our Scottish Jezebel" the Miss rose an" opened the seat door that calm, a" knew she wes in a tantrum, and she gied him a look afore she closed the kirk door that wud hae brocht ony man tae his senses.
"Jeems," went on Elspeth with solemnity, "a" c.o.o.nt this a doonricht calamity, for a" wes houpin" he wud hae pleased them the day, an" noo a "m sair afraid that the minister hes crackit his credit wi" the Lodge."
"Div ye think, Elspeth, he saw her gang oot an" suspeckit the cause?"
"It"s maist michty tae hear ye ask sic a question, Jeems. What gared him mak" a hash o" the baptism prayer, and return thanks that there wes a leevin" father, instead o" mither, and gie oot the 103rd Paraphrase?
Tak" ma word for"t, he "s wishin" by this time that he "d lat puir Mary alane."
It was just above Hillocks" farm that the General overtook Kate, who was still blazing.
"Did you ever hear such vulgar abuse and . . . abominable language from a pulpit? He "s simply a raging fanatic, and not one bit better than his Knox. And I . . . we thought him quite different . . . and a gentleman. I "ll never speak to him again. Scottish Jezebel: I suppose he would call me Jezebel if it occurred to him."
"Very likely he would," replied the General, dryly, "and I must say his talk about Queen Mary seemed rather bad taste. But that"s not the question, Kate, which is your conduct in leaving a place of worship in such an . . . unladylike fashion."
"What?" for this was new talk from her father.
"As no Carnegie ought to have done. You have forgotten yourself and your house, and there is just one thing for you to do, and the sooner the better."
"Father, I "ll never look at him again . . . and after that evening at Dr. Davidson"s, and our talking . . . about Queen Mary, and . . . lots of things."
"Whether you meet Mr. Carmichael again or not is your own affair, but this touches us both, and you . . . must write a letter of apology."
"And if I don"t?" said Kate, defiantly.
"Then I shall write one myself for you. A Carnegie must not insult any man, be he one faith or the other, and offer him no amends."
So Donald handed in this letter at the Free Kirk Manse that evening, and left without an answer.