"About the maid, surely; I cannot forget her, and indeed often think of her since the day you brought me to her house and made me known unto her, which was much courtesy to one who is fitter for a book-room than a woman"s company.
"She is fair of face and hath a pleasant manner, and surely beauty and a winsome way are from G.o.d; there seemed also a certain contempt of baseness and a strength of will which are excellent. Perhaps my judgment is not even because Miss Carnegie was gracious to me, and you know, John, it is not in me to resist kindness, but this is how she seems to me. Has there been trouble between you?"
"Do not misunderstand me, Rabbi; I have not spoken one word of love to . . . Miss Carnegie, nor she to me; but I love her, and I thought that perhaps she saw that I loved her. But now it looks as if . . . what I hoped is never to be," and Carmichael told the Queen Mary affair.
"Is it not marvellous," mused the Rabbi, looking into the fire, "how one woman who was indeed at the time little more than a girl did carry men, many of them wise and clever, away as with a flood, and still divideth scholars and even . . . friends?
"It was not fitting that Miss Carnegie should have left G.o.d"s house in heat of temper, and it seemeth to us that she hath a wrong reading of history, but it is surely good that she hath her convictions, and holdeth them fast like a brave maid.
"Is it not so, John, that friends and doubtless also . . . lovers have been divided by conscience and have been on opposite sides in the great conflict, and doth not this show how much of conscience there is among men?
"It may be this dispute will not divide you--being now, as it were, more an argument of the schools than a matter of principle, but if it should appear that you are far apart on the greater matters of faith, then . . . you will have a heavy cross to carry. But it is my mind that the heart of the maiden is right, and that I may some day see her . . . in your home, whereat my eyes would be glad."
The Rabbi was so taken up with the matter that he barely showed Carmichael a fine copy of John of Damascus he had secured from London, and went out of his course at worship to read, as well as to expound with much feeling, the story of Ruth the Moabitess, showing conclusively that she had in her a high spirit, and that she was designed of G.o.d to be a strength to the house of David. He was also very cheerful in the morning, and bade Carmichael good-bye at Tochty woods with encouraging words. He also agreed to a.s.sist his boy at the Drumtochty sacrament.
It was evident that the Rabbi"s mind was much set on this visit, but Carmichael did not for one moment depend upon his remembering the day, and so Burnbrae started early on the Sat.u.r.day with his dog-cart to bring Saunderson up and deposit him without fail in the Free Kirk manse of Drumtochty. Six times that day did the minister leave his "action"
sermon and take his way to the guest room, carrying such works as might not be quite unsuitable for the old scholar"s perusal, and arranging a lamp of easy management, that the night hours might not be lost. It was late in the afternoon before the Rabbi was delivered at the manse, and Burnbrae gave explanations next day at the sacramental dinner.
"It wes just ten when a" got tae the manse o" Kilbogie, an" his hoosekeeper didna ken whar her maister wes; he micht be in Kildrummie by that time, she said, or half wy tae Muirtown. So a" set oot an"
ransackit the parish till a" got him, an" gin he wesna sittin" in a bothie takin" brose wi" the plowmen an" expoundin" Scripture a" the time.
"He start.i.t on the ancient martyrs afore we were half a mile on the road, and he gied ae testimony aifter anither, an" he wesna within sicht o" the Reformation when we cam tae the hooses; a "ll no deny that a" let the mare walk bits o" the road, for a" cud hae heard him a"
nicht; ma bluid "s warmer yet, freends."
The Rabbi arrived in great spirits, and refused to taste meat till he had stated the burden of his sermon for the morrow.
"If the Lord hath opened our ears the servant must declare what has been given him, but I prayed that the message sent through me to your flock, John, might be love. It hath pleased the Great Shepherd that I should lead the sheep by strange paths, but I desired that it be otherwise when I came for the first time to Drumtochty.
"Two days did I spend in the woods, for the stillness of winter among the trees leaveth the mind disengaged for the Divine word, and the first day my soul was heavy as I returned, for this only was laid upon "vessels of wrath, fitted to destruction." And, John, albeit G.o.d would doubtless have given me strength according to His will, yet I was loath to bear this awful truth to the people of your charge.
"Next day the sun was shining pleasantly in the wood and it came to me that clouds had gone from the face of G.o.d, and as I wandered among the trees a squirrel sat on a branch within reach of my hand and did not flee. Then I heard a voice, "I have loved thee with an everlasting love, therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee."
"It was, in an instant, my hope that this might be G.o.d"s word by me, but I knew not it was so till the Evangel opened up on all sides, and I was led into the outgoings of the eternal love after so moving a fashion that I dared to think that grace might be effectual even with me . . . with me.
"G.o.d opened my mouth on Sabbath on this text unto my own flock, and the word was not void. It is little that can be said on sovereign love in two hours and it may be a few minutes; yet even this may be more than your people are minded to bear. So I shall pretermit certain notes on doctrine; for you will doubtless have given much instruction on the purposes of G.o.d, and very likely may be touching on that mystery in your action sermon."
During the evening the Rabbi was very genial--tasting Sarah"s viands with relish, and comparing her to Rebecca, who made savoury meat, urging Carmichael to smoke without scruple, and allowing himself to snuff three times, examining the bookshelves with keen appreciation, and finally departing with three volumes of modern divinity under his arm, to reinforce the selection in his room, "lest his eyes should be held waking in the night watches." He was much overcome by the care that had been taken for his comfort, and at the door of his room blest his boy: "May the Lord give you the sleep of His beloved, and strengthen you to declare all His truth on the morrow." Carmichael sat by his study fire for a while and went to bed much cheered, nor did he dream that there was to be a second catastrophe in the Free Kirk of Drumtochty which would be far sadder than the first, and leave in one heart life-long regret.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE FEAR OF G.o.d.
It was the way of the Free Kirk that the a.s.sisting minister at the Sacrament should sit behind the Communion Table during the sermon, and the congregation, without giving the faintest sign of observation, could estimate its effect on his face. When Doctor Dowbiggin composed himself to listen as became a Church leader of substantial build--his hands folded before him and his eyes fixed on the far window--and was so arrested by the opening pa.s.sage of Cunningham"s sermon on Justification by Faith that he visibly started, and afterward sat sideways with his ears c.o.c.ked, Drumtochty, while doubtful whether any Muirtown man could appreciate the subtlety of their minister, had a higher idea of the Doctor; and when the Free Kirk minister of Kildrummie--a stout man and given to agricultural pursuits--went fast asleep under a masterly discussion of the priesthood of Melchisedek, Drumtochty"s opinion of the intellectual condition of Kildrummie was confirmed beyond argument.
During his ministry of more than twenty years the Rabbi had never preached at Drumtochty--being fearful that he might injure the minister who invited him, or might be so restricted in time as to lead astray by ill-balanced statements--and as the keenest curiosity would never have induced any man to go from the Glen to worship in another parish, the Free Kirk minister of Kilbogie was still unjudged in Drumtochty. They were not sorry to have the opportunity at last, for they had suffered not a little at the hands of Kilbogie in past years, and the coming event disturbed the flow of business at Muirtown market.
"Ye "re tae hae the Doctor at laist," Mains said to Netherton--letting the luck-penny on a transaction in seed-corn stand over--"an" a "m jidgin" the time "s no been lost. He"s plainer an" easier tae follow then he wes at the affgo. Ma word"--contemplating the exercise before the Glen--"but ye "ll aye get eneuch here and there tae cairry hame."
Which shows what a man the Rabbi was, that on the strength of his possession a parish like Kilbogie could speak after this fashion to Drumtochty.
"He "ll hae a fair trial, Mains"--Netherton"s tone was distinctly severe--"an" mony a trial he"s hed in his day, they say: wes"t three an" twenty kirks he preached in, afore ye took him? But mind ye, length "s nae standard in Drumtochty; na, na, it"s no hoo muckle wind a man hes, but what like is the stuff that comes. It"s bushels doon bye, but it"s wecht up bye."
Any prejudice against the Rabbi, created by the boasting of a foolish parish not worthy of him, was reduced by his venerable appearance before the pulpit, and quite dispelled by his unfeigned delight in Carmichael"s conduct of the "preliminaries." Twice he nodded approval to the reading of the hundredth Psalm, and although he stood with covered face during the prayer, he emerged full of sympathy. As his boy read the fifty-third of Isaiah the old man was moved well-nigh to tears, and on the giving out of the text from the parable of the Prodigal Son, the Rabbi closed his eyes with great expectation, as one about to be fed with the finest of the wheat.
Carmichael has kept the sermon unto this day, and as often as he finds himself growing hard or supercilious, reads it from beginning to end.
It is his hair shirt, to be worn from time to time next his soul for the wrongness in it and the mischief it did. He cannot understand how he could have said such things on a Sacrament morning and in the presence of the Rabbi, but indeed they were inevitable. When two tides meet there is ever a cruel commotion, and ships are apt to be dashed on the rocks, and Carmichael"s mind was in a "jabble" that day. The new culture, with its wider views of G.o.d and man, was fighting with the robust Calvinism in which every Scot is saturated, and the result was neither peace nor charity. Personally the lad was kindly and good-natured, intellectually he had become arrogant, intolerant, acrid, flinging out at old-fashioned views, giving quite unnecessary challenges, arguing with imaginary antagonists. It has ever seemed to me, although I suppose that history is against me, that if it be laid on any one to advocate a new view that will startle people, he ought of all men to be conciliatory and persuasive; but Carmichael was, at least in this time of fermentation, very exasperating and pugnacious, and so he drove the Rabbi to the only hard action of his life, wherein the old man suffered most, and which may be said to have led to his death.
Carmichael, like the Rabbi, had intended to preach that morning on the love of G.o.d, and thought he was doing so with some power. What he did was to take the Fatherhood of G.o.d and use it as a stick to beat Pharisees with, and under Pharisees he let it be seen that he included every person who still believed in the inflexible action of the moral laws and the austere majesty of G.o.d. Many good things he no doubt said, but each had an edge, and it cut deeply into people of the old school. Had he seen the Rabbi, it would not have been possible for him to continue, but he only was conscious of Lachlan Campbell, with whom he had then a feud, and who, he imagined, had come to criticise him.
So he went on his rasping way that Sacrament morning, as when one harrows the spring earth with iron teeth, exciting himself with every sentence to fresh crudities of thought and extravagances of opposition.
But it only flashed on him that he had spoken foolishly when he came down from the pulpit, and found the Rabbi a shrunken figure in his chair before the Holy Table.
Discerning people, like Elspeth Macfadyen, saw the whole tragedy from beginning to end, and felt the pity of it keenly. For a while the Rabbi waited with fond confidence--for was not he to hear the best-loved of his boys--and he caught eagerly at a gracious expression, as if it had fallen from one of the fathers. Anything in the line of faith would have pleased the Rabbi that day, who was as a little child and full of charity, in spite of his fierce doctrines. By-and-by the light died away from his eyes as when a cloud comes over the face of the sun and the Glen grows cold and dreary. He opened his eyes and was amazed--looking at the people and questioning them what had happened to their minister. Suddenly he flushed as a person struck by a friend, and then, as one blow followed another, he covered his face with both hands, sinking lower and lower in his chair, till even that decorous people were almost shaken in their attention.
When Carmichael gave him the cup in the Sacrament the Rabbi"s hand shook and he spilled some drops of the wine upon his beard, which all that day showed like blood on the silvery whiteness. Afterwards he spake in his turn to the communicants, and distinguished the true people of G.o.d from the mult.i.tude--to whom he held out no hope--by so many and stringent marks, that Donald Menzies refused the Sacrament with a lamentable groan. And when the Sacrament was over and the time came for Carmichael to shake hands with the a.s.sisting minister in the vestry, the Rabbi had vanished, and he had no speech with him till they went through the garden together--very bleak it seemed in the winter dusk--unto the sermon that closed the services of the day.
"G.o.d"s hand is heavy in anger on us both this day, John," and Carmichael was arrested by the awe and sorrow in the Rabbi"s voice, "else . . . you had not spoken as you did this forenoon, nor would necessity be laid on me to speak . . . as I must this night.
"His ways are all goodness and truth, but they are oftentimes encompa.s.sed with darkness, and the burden He has laid on me is . . .
almost more than I can bear; it will be heavy for you also.
"You will drink the wine of astonishment this night, and it will be strange if you do not . . . turn from the hand that pours it out, but you will not refuse the truth or . . . hate the preacher," and at the vestry door the Rabbi looked wistfully at Carmichael.
During the interval the lad had been ill at ease, suspecting from the Rabbi"s manner at the Table, and the solemnity of his address, that he disapproved of the action sermon, but he did not for a moment imagine that the situation was serious. It is one of the disabilities of good-natured and emotional people, without much deepness of earth, to belittle the convictions and resolutions of strong natures, and to suppose that they can be talked away by a few pleasant, coaxing words.
The Rabbi had often yielded to Carmichael and his other boys in the ordinary affairs of life--in meat and drink and clothing, even unto the continuance of his snuffing. He had been most manageable and pliable--as a child in their hands--and so Carmichael was quite confident that he could make matters right with the old man about a question of doctrine as easily as about the duty of a midday meal.
Certain bright and superficial people will only learn by some solitary experience that faith is reserved in friendship, and that the most heroic souls are those which count all things loss--even the smile of those they love--for the eternal. For a moment Carmichael was shaken as if a new Rabbi were before him; then he remembered the study of Kilbogie and all things that had happened therein, and his spirits rose.
"How dare you suggest such wickedness, Rabbi, that any of us should ever criticise or complain of anything you say? Whatever you give us will be right, and do us good, and in the evening you will tell me all I said wrong."
Saunderson looked at Carmichael for ten seconds as one who has not been understood, and sighed. Then he went down the kirk after the beadle, and the people marked how he walked like a man who was afraid he might fall, and, turning a corner, he supported himself on the end of a pew.
As he crept up the pulpit stairs Elspeth gave James a look, and, although well accustomed to the slowness of his understanding, was amazed that he did not catch the point. Even a man might have seen that this was not the same minister that came in to the Sacrament with hope in his very step.
"A "m no here tae say "that a" kent what wes comin"""--Elspeth, like all experts, was strictly truthful--"for the like o" that wes never heard in Drumtochty, and noo that Doctor Saunderson is awa, will never be heard again in Scotland. A" jaloused that vials wud be opened an"
a" wesna wrang, but ma certes"--and that remarkable woman left you to understand that no words in human speech could even hint at the contents of the vials.
When the Rabbi gave out his text, "Vessels of wrath," in a low, awestruck voice, Carmichael began to be afraid, but after a little he chid himself for foolishness. During half an hour the Rabbi traced the doctrine of the Divine Sovereignty through Holy Scripture with a characteristic wealth of allusion to Fathers ancient and reforming, and once or twice he paused as if he would have taken up certain matters at greater length, but restrained himself, simply a.s.serting the Pauline character of St. Augustine"s thinking, and exposing the looseness of Clement of Alexandria with a wave of the hand as one hurrying on to his destination.
"Dear old Rabbi"--Carmichael congratulated himself in his pew--"what need he have made so many apologies for his subject? He is going to enjoy himself, and he is sure to say something beautiful before he is done." But he was distinctly conscious all the same of a wish that the Rabbi were done and all . . . well, uncertainty over. For there was a note of anxiety, almost of horror, in the Rabbi"s voice, and he had not let the Fathers go so lightly unless under severe constraint. What was it? Surely he would not attack their minister in face of his people. . . . The Rabbi do that, who was in all his ways a gentleman?
Yet . . . and then the Rabbi abruptly quitted historical exposition and announced that he would speak on four heads. Carmichael, from his corner behind the curtains, saw the old man twice open his mouth as if to speak, and when at last he began he was quivering visibly, and he had grasped the outer corners of the desk with such intensity that the ta.s.sels which hung therefrom--one of the minor glories of the Free Kirk--were held in the palm of his hand, the long red tags escaping from between his white wasted fingers. A pulpit lamp came between Carmichael and the Rabbi"s face, but he could see the straining hand, which did not relax till it was lifted in the last awful appeal, and the white and red had a gruesome fascination. It seemed as if one had clutched a cl.u.s.ter of full, rich, tender grapes and was pressing them in an agony till their life ran out in streams of blood, and dripped upon the heads of the choir sitting beneath, in their fresh, hopeful youth. And it also came to Carmichael with pathetic conviction even then that every one was about to suffer, but the Rabbi more than them all together. While the preacher was strengthening his heart for the work before him, Carmichael"s eye was attracted by the landscape that he could see through the opposite window. The ground sloped upwards from the kirk to a pine-wood that fringed the great moor, and it was covered with snow on which the moon was beginning to shed her faint, weird light. Within, the light from the upright lamps was falling on the ruddy, contented faces of men and women and little children, but without it was one cold, merciless whiteness, like unto the justice of G.o.d, with black shadows of judgment.
"This is the message which I have to deliver unto you in the name of the Lord, and even as Jonah was sent to Nineveh after a strange discipline with a word of mercy, so am I constrained against my will to carry a word of searching and trembling.
"First"--and between the heads the Rabbi paused as one whose breath had failed him--"every man belongs absolutely to G.o.d by his creation.
"Second. The purpose of G.o.d about each man precedes his creation.
"Third. Some are destined to Salvation, and some to d.a.m.nation.