"I arrest thee in my Master"s name, that none ever enter by thee, save those who enter by the door of Presbytery." So saying, he ascended the wall at the kirk-stile, spread his arms abroad to their utmost stretch, and in the most solemn and impressive manner dismissed the mult.i.tude.
Although Peden was thus banished from that pulpit to which, during the civil wars, he had been elected by the unanimous voice of a most attached people, he did not thereupon, or therefore, refrain entirely from exercising his function as a minister of the Gospel; but, having betaken himself to those fastnesses which lie betwixt Wigton and Ayrshire, he was in the habit of a.s.sembling, occasionally, around him the greater part of his congregation, as well as many belonging to the neighbouring parishes. In the meantime, after several months" vacancy, a young and half-educated lad from Aberdeen was appointed by the government in the capacity of curate. This person was, of course, hated by the parish; but this hatred was exalted to abhorrence, in consequence of his immoral and unclerical life and conversation.
William Smith and Jessie Lawson were the children, the first of a respectable farmer, and the other of a pious, though poor widow woman.
There had been some difficulties in the way of the lovers--
"For the course of true love never yet run smooth;"
but these had at last been removed, and the young couple were about to be united, with the consent of relatives, in the honourable bands of matrimony. But the young and dissolute curate had caught a glimpse of Jessie; and, having been fascinated by her beauty, had not been backward in signifying, both to mother and daughter, his honourable (for they really were so in this case) intentions. Janet, however, was too sound a Covenanter to give her consent.
"Na, na," she continued; "my bairn, I wot weel, has been baptised by the holy Mr Welsh, and she has lang sucked in the milk o" the true and Covenanted Word, frae worthy and G.o.dly Mr Peden, and it will ill become her to turn her baek on her first lover, for the sake o" ony yearthly concern whatever."
In the meantime winter drew on, with its frosts, and its blasts, and its snows, and the lovers became more and more anxious to be united in the bands of hallowed love, in consequence of the pressing and importunate addresses of the curate. Here, however, a difficulty occurred, which was, however, overcome, by bribing the schoolmaster, as session-clerk, to proclaim them to empty benches, and by obtaining Peden"s consent to perform the marriage-ceremony on their producing the requisite evidence of proclamation. The place appointed was the Bogle Glen, and the time midnight, on the second day of January, 1684. The night--for such meetings were usually held during night--was stormy; there being a considerable degree of snow-drift; but Peden was not easily diverted from his purpose; nor was his audience unaccustomed to such exposures.
So the night-meeting for religious worship took place beneath the Gleds"
Craig, from the brow or ap.r.o.n of which the minister officiated. Beneath him, huddled together under plaids, stood his devoted and attentive congregation, whilst the moon looked down at intervals on a landscape over which a frosty wind was ever and anon carrying the snow-drift.
Beside the speaker were arranged, on chairs and stools, some young women bearing children to be baptised, and the youthful couple about to be united in marriage. The usual service proceeded, and the voice of psalms was heard amidst the solemn stillness of the midnight hour. The children were next baptised from an adjoining well, which presented itself opportunely, like the waters of Meribah, from a cleft of the rock. The young people had just been united, and Peden was in the act of p.r.o.nouncing the usual benediction, when the tramp of horses" feet was suddenly heard; and, in an instant, a discharge of muskets indicated but too surely the nature of the a.s.sault. All was challenge, capture, and dispersion; through which the screams of the young bride and the menacing voice of the curate were distinctly heard.
About four o"clock of the same eventful night, the manse of New Luce was discovered to be on fire, and some hundreds of figures were seen congregated in frantic and menacing att.i.tudes around it. At last a form was discovered, bearing off from the flames something which appeared to be inanimate. The curate"s screams were heard from his bedroom-window, and, by the a.s.sistance of the military, who had now arrived, he was relieved by a rope from his critical situation; and the young lovers were next morning discovered, safe and uninjured, in their own home, and in each other"s arms.
IV.--THE PROSECUTION OF THE M"MICHAELS.
The miseries of war are not confined to the battle-field and the actual return of the killed and wounded. There is an atmosphere of wo and intense suffering, which hangs dense and heavy over the whole theatre of war--the devastation and horrors of a wide-marching enemy, advancing like the simoom of the desert, and converting into a howling wilderness the peopled and rejoicing district. Life is extinguished by terror and deprivation, as well as by the sword; and with this difference, too, that the former process is so much the more severe that it is protracted and defenceless. Civil war is, in this respect in particular, the most revolting of all. The animosities and resentments of opposing parties are greatly exasperated by proximity of situation and community of country; and the revenge of the stronger directed upon the weaker party is uniformly marked by many atrocities. Of this character was, unhappily, the latter period of the domination of Charles II., together with the whole four years of the Papistical infatuation of the second James. Men, women, and children were not only shot, drowned, and spiked, but thousands who escaped this extreme fate, were so worn out by watchings, and cold, and hunger, and mental anxieties, as to fall under the power of diseases from which they never recovered.
An instance ill.u.s.trative of these remarks occurred, according to invariable tradition (partly oral, and partly written), in the Pa.s.s of Dalveen, one of the wildest and most sublime localities in Dumfries-shire. In the days of which we speak, there were no mail-coaches, nor did the public road from Edinburgh to Dumfries pa.s.s, as now, through that most fearfully sublime ravine; all _then_ was seclusion and solitude in that mountain retirement, where the winds met and mingled from many a converging glen; and the eagle and the raven divided the supremacy above. The site of the shepherd"s shieling is indeed still ascertainable by the depth of verdure which marks the departed walls; and the traveller may see it by the burn-side, almost half-way down the pa.s.s.
The family which, during the latter period of the eight-and-twenty years" persecution, occupied this humble dwelling was named M"Michael.
There were two brothers of that name; Daniel, who was a bachelor, and Gilbert, who was married, and the father of a son, now a lad of ten or twelve, and two daughters, still younger. The mother of these children was a M"Caig, a name immortalised in the annals of persecution. The two brothers, Gilbert and Daniel, had rendered themselves peculiarly obnoxious to the spite and revenge of the curate of Durrisdeer, by their refusing to attend ordinances; and their obtaining baptism, and even, as times and occasions offered, the _sealing_ ordinance of the Supper, from the hands of worthy Mr Welsh. Besides all this, when hard pursued one day in the pa.s.s, Daniel and Gilbert had defended themselves against a whole troop of Douglas" dragoons, by occupying the rocky summits of the Lowther Hills, and precipitating loose and rebounding rocks on the pursuers beneath. It was on this occasion that "Red Rob,"
of persecuting notoriety, had his shoulder-blade dislocated; and that Lieutenant James Douglas himself, in his extreme eagerness to scale the steep, had two of his front teeth dislodged.
Winter 1686 was peculiarly severe, and the proximity of Drumlanrig Castle, the residence of the Queensberry Douglases, rendered it exceedingly unsafe for the two obnoxious brothers, in particular, to visit their home, unless it were by s.n.a.t.c.hes, and at the dead hour of night. The natural consequence of all this was, that both brothers lost their health, and that Gilbert, in particular, who was const.i.tutionally infirm, contracted, or rather exasperated, a bad cough, which threatened serious consequences. It is quite true that a warm bed and the comforts of home might have done much for the complaint; but Gilbert"s ordinary bedroom was the damp extremity of a hollow in a rock, without fire, and with his plaid alone as a nightly couch and covering. It was on a cold and drifty day in the month of January, that Gilbert, in the presence of his family, and under hourly apprehension of a visit from the barbarous Douglas, called his family around him, and, leaning upon the bosom of his beloved wife, addressed them in words to the following effect:--
"My dearest wife, my dear children, and my beloved Daniel, stand round me, for I am dying." Thereupon there was much weeping, and the poor woman had to be carried out of the room, nearly insensible. This pause was employed by Gilbert in secret prayer and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n--
"Lord, lettest thou thy servant depart in peace!--Lord, comfort the widow and the fatherless!--Lord, give strength for trial, and faith for dying like a Christian!"
When the poor widow had been so far recovered as to be able to return to the bedside, the dying man proceeded, with frequent pauses and much weakness, thus:--
"I hope I may say, though at an infinite distance, with the apostle Paul, I have fought a good fight. I have kept the faith--the faith of my Saviour, of his holy apostles, and of our Covenanted Kirk. I have kept it in bad report, as well as in good--in the day of her extreme suffering, as well as when G.o.dly Mr Brown was minister of Durrisdeer.
They have driven me from my humble but happy home, and from my wife and children, to the mountain and the cave; but I have ever said--
"I to the hills will lift mine eyes, From whence doth come mine aid, My safety cometh from the Lord."
And I have ever found it so. I have been shot at, pursued, hunted like a wild beast, and exposed to disease, and pain, and extreme weakness--whilst I was, unless at intervals, denied the voice that soothes, the truth that cheers, and the looks of sympathy that mitigate in the extremest suffering; and I am now, if it shall please G.o.d to withhold for a little the foot of the merciless and the unG.o.dly--I am now about to close my testimony by sealing it with my latest breath."
This exertion was too much for his exhausted strength, and it seemed to all that life had fled; when, after a few short and heavy respirations, he again proceeded--"Lord, give me strength for this last, this parting effort in this our covenanted cause!--Now, my dearly beloved, I leave you; for I hear my Master"s call, and the Spirit and the Bride say, Come! I leave you with this last, this dying advice: Let nothing deprive you of your crown, hold fast your integrity; for He whom you will serve will come quickly, and terrible will his coming be to all his enemies."
"Enemies, indeed!" vociferated Lieutenant Douglas, who had unperceived entered the apartment: "those enemies, friend Gibby, are nearer, I trow, than ye wot, and ready, with leave of this good company here, to take special care that his majesty"s enemies shall be suitably provided for.
Come, budge, old Benty, and you too of the lion"s den. Come--my lambs, here, will be more difficult to manage than the _lions_ of your Jewish namesake. Come, Mr Dan--up, and be going; for the day breaketh apace, and it will be pleasant pastime just to give us a stave of the death psalm under the old thorn, on the brae face yonder. Red Rob"s shoulder, here, has sworn a solemn league and covenant against you; and, as to my two front teeth, they are complete nonconformists to Whigs and Whiggery, through all generations. Amen!"
In vain was all this profane barbarity poured on the ears of the dead man; old Gilbert had breathed his last at the very first perception of Douglas" presence--his G.o.d had in mercy withdrawn him from his last and most severe trial.
"Look there! look there! look there!" were the first articulate accents which crossed the lips of the distracted widow; "look, ye sons o"
Belial--ye men o" bluid--on the pale and lifeless victim o" yer horrid persecution. Ay, aff wi" him!" (for Douglas had now approached the bed, as if to ascertain that no deception had been practised upon him)--"aff wi" him, to the croft, or to the maiden, or to the thorn-tree! shoot him, head him, hang him--ah!--ha!--ha!--ha!" (Hysterically screaming.) "He has escaped ye a". Yer bullets canna pierce him; yer flames canna scorch him; yer malice canna reach him yonder." (Pointing at the same time upwards.) "There, even there, whar ye and yer band shall never enter, the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary, ay, thank G.o.d!
the weary are at rest. Rest _here_, indeed, they had none; but _there_ they shall rest, when ye shall lie tormented!"
"Come, come, Mother Testimony, give us no more of your blarney. Let us only over the shank yonder, and you and your whelps there may yelp and howl till the day of judgment, if you please. But as for you, friend Dan," (speaking ironically, and imitating the Covenanting language and manner), "does the Spirit move thee to budge?--has the Lord dealt bountifully with thee?--and will he "save thee from six troubles, yea, from seven?" Come, come, friend," taking him rudely by the arm, and pulling him, with the a.s.sistance of Red Rob, towards the door. "The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come;" there is a _maiden_ longing for thy embrace--yea, a maiden whose lovers have been many, and whose embrace is somewhat close. But she, having taken up her residence in the guid town of Edinburgh, is afar off; but, lest thou shouldst feel disappointment, my lambs here have become somewhat frisky of late, and they will be most happy to give thee a little matrimonial music, to the tune of "Make ready, present, fire!""
Daniel M"Michael had long been accustomed to view death as a messenger of peace. His days--now manifestly numbered--had been sorely troubled.
His faith in his Saviour was, with him, not a fluctuating, but a fixed principle; like Stephen, he might ascend to see heaven opened--and his soul was long absent in fervent prayer. He prayed for a persecuted kirk, for a persecuted remnant, for his friends, and for his enemies, even those whose hands were raised against his life.
"The guid Lord," said he, "forgive ye, for ye know not what ye do. The thief on the cross was forgiven; David, the murderer, was forgiven; and e"en Judas himself may have obtained mercy. Oh, ye puir, infatuated, G.o.dless band! it is not for myself that I pray--it is for you; for, when the day of wrath arrives, where will ye flee to? To the hills?--they will be cast into the sea. To the rocks?--they will have melted with fervent heat. To the linns and the glens?--but where will ye find them, in that great and notable day of the Lord----"
Daniel was proceeding thus, when Red Rob struck him over the head with the handle of his sword.
"Down to the earth with thee and thy everlasting jaw. We want none of thy prayers and pet.i.tionings. We are King Charles" men, and our G.o.d is our captain, our reward our pay, our heaven is our mess-room, and our eternity an hour"s kissing of a bonny la.s.s."
Here the commander interfered, and the poor victim was raised, though scarcely able to stand on his legs, from the stun of the blow.
"And now," said Douglas, "for the last time, wilt thou conform, and preserve thy life, or die?"
The poor man groaned, and fell on his knees. The band was removed to a distance, and in a few seconds the smoke rose white and whirling from the hill-side. The work of death was done!
There is a small clump of old thorns which faces the high-road from Dumfries to Edinburgh, as it enters the Pa.s.s of Dalveen from the south.
At the lower extremity of this woodland patch, there is a grey rock or stone, covered with a thick coating of moss. It was whilst resting against this stone, that Daniel M"Michael was shot, about half-an-hour posterior to the cruelties which have been narrated.
A stone, with a suitable inscription, has been placed over the mangled remains of this good man in the churchyard of Durrisdeer; whilst a marble and gilt monument, of the most elegant and tasteful character, occupies the whole of the aisle or nave of the church. The latter monument perpetuates the memory and the virtues of the n.o.ble family of Douglas; whilst the former rude and now mutilated flag-stone mentions an act of atrocity perpetrated by a cadet of the family. In that day when the secrets of families and individuals shall be made known, it shall be manifested whose memory and virtues best deserve to be perpetuated.
The eldest daughter of Mrs Janet M"Michael or M"Caig was married, after the Revolution, to the second son (John) of Thomas Harkness of Mitchelslacks, from whom, in a lineal descent, the author of these sc.r.a.ps derives his birth. Is it to be wondered at, then, that we feel, through every drop of blood and ramification of nerves, a devotedness to the great cause of const.i.tutional freedom and rational reform? But we hope the cause of political liberty may never be mixed up with the concerns of that Church which our ancestors founded on the dead bodies of martyrs, and cemented with their blood. We may return to this subject again, for we have yet many recollections to record.
THE STORY OF TOM BERTRAM.
Poor Tom Bertram! His story is a sad one; and yet I love to talk of it.
It affords me a melancholy pleasure, in my old age, to conjure up the memories of the past, and to recall those happy days when Tom and I enjoyed together the freshness of youth and friendship. We were born in the same village of Roxburghshire, educated at the same Border school, entered as reefers together in the Honourable East India Company"s service, and for fourteen years we were shipmates and firm friends.
_His_ voyage of life has long been over; and my crazy old hulk must founder ere long. But a truce to reflection. I must proceed with my story; and, if I do make myself tedious by my digressions, forgive the fond garrulity of an old sailor, who loves to linger upon every trifling recollection of a lost and valued friend.
Tom Bertram was an orphan, the son of a respectable farmer in Roxburghshire, who, on his death-bed, left his boy to the care and protection of my maternal uncle. It was impossible to live long in Tom"s company without loving him. He was frank, daring, and active--a stranger to fear, and yet gentle and affectionate in the extreme; and when I add to this, that he was one of the handsomest youths ever beheld, can it be wondered at that he was an object of favour and admiration to all our village belles? Tom, however, laughed and joked, and talked sentiment with them all; but his heart remained untouched--his _time_ had not yet come: and it was with a merry heart, and pleasant antic.i.p.ations of the future, that he took his seat beside me on the coach that was to convey us to London. I will pa.s.s over our first impressions of all the novelties we saw and heard there: suffice it to say, that the consciousness of being among strangers and aliens made us cling with the fonder warmth to each other; and every voyage we made together only served to strengthen the ties of our mutual regard. Years had pa.s.sed by, and we had both risen gradually, though slowly, in our profession, and had always contrived to get appointed to the same ship. The last voyage we sailed together, I was fourth, and Tom fifth, mate of the Cornwallis, Indiaman; and we were both in the same watch. Every one acquainted with board-ship affairs knows how perfectly compatible the greatest intimacy and familiarity are with the strictest discipline; and how habitually and instantaneously the frankness of friendly intercourse gives place to the formality of nautical etiquette, whenever the duty of the ship requires their alternation. Tom and I were like brothers; but he never forgot that he was my junior officer, and never by any chance took advantage of my friendship for him by ill-timed familiarity. One fine moonlight night, we were lying becalmed within the tropics, whistling and invoking St Antonio in vain, for no breeze came. Beautiful are those calm tropical nights to the lovers of the picturesque, though sadly trying to the patience of the mariner. The _watch_ were all lying in various att.i.tudes about the decks in deep slumber; the helmsman was standing at his post--but whether asleep or awake was of little consequence, for the rudder was powerless; there was not a cloud in the dark blue sky, and the moon and stars were shining with almost dazzling brightness, and looking provokingly placid and happy; the surface of the sea was smooth as the smoothest gla.s.s, and in its undulating mirror gave back a vivid reflection of the brilliant canopy above; there was a long silvery path of light from the horizon to the ship; and the scene was altogether uncommonly beautiful, and uncommonly provoking to the officer of the watch. And there, in the midst of all the splendour and beauty of nature, lay our n.o.ble ship, one of the finest specimens of man"s proud art, helpless and powerless as a new-born babe--rolling, and tossing, and tumbling about--her lofty prow rising and falling as if doing homage to the majesty of ocean; while the moon and stars seemed to smile in quiet scorn at her unwieldy movements. Oh, the tedium and weariness of a calm night-watch at sea!--the anxious look around and aloft, to see if any _cat"s-paw_ is ruffling the water, or if any stray air has found its way into the _flying-kites_; the low, impatient whistle; and the common but unintelligible and unaccountable e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of "Blow, good breeze, and I"ll give you a soldier!" Bertram was standing at the gangway, with his arm and head resting on the rail, and muttering to himself. I approached him just in time to hear--
"For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee."
"Ah, Tom, sentimentalising? I have some hopes of you now. Who is the object of your vesper sigh, if it is a fair question?--which of the thousand-and-one flowers in your garden of love has left the memory of its fragrancy in your heart?"