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THE LINDSAYS OF REDKNOCK HAUGH.
BY MARY DOIG, AUTHOR OF 'ROSALIA VANDERWERF, ETC.
he remains in concealment till it is made ‘Stillness reigns,
known to the people that he will preach to Until the man of God, worthy the name,
them there. These assemblages are attended Arise and read the anointed Shepherd's lays,'
with much difficulty and danger, for Spence
-GRAHAM. of Moss-bog, laird of the neighbouring proT is Sabbath, the last Sabbath on and would, if he discovered that Mr Ogilvie
perty, is bitterly opposed to the Covenanters, which Mr Ogilvie is to preach has entered his parish, be eager to give inforfrom the pulpit which he has mation of the fact. so long occupied, for a decree has gone forth that all ministers who refuse to submit to receive
CHAPTER V. admission from the bishop before the 1st
They stood prepared to die, of November shall be banished from their
A people doomed to death.
--GRAHAN. churches, manses, and parishes.
It is therefore with much sadness that the It is an August morning, a Sabbath stillLindsays take their
way to the church. From ness rests on the earth, its stillness broken the distant farm of Muir Dyke, a cart may only by the deep hum of the wild bee and the be seen approaching, in which is seated the gladsome song of the lark, as he rises from patriarchal - looking old farmer, Saunders his grassy bed soaring and singing, as Mr Galbraith, his white hair floating in the breeze, Ogilvie and Lindsay together take their way his son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren to the appointed place where the sacrament around him. The old man has long been an
is to be dispensed. elder in that church, but though he has acted
A great congregation has already assembled as such for the last time there, he is not utterly in this wilderness of purple heather, and never cast down, for he knows that his God is not have the people so felt the majesty of the 68th confined to temples made with hands. From Psalm as when the outed minister readsthe village comes John Aikenside, also an • O God, what time Thou didst go forth elder, a tall, hard-favoured old man, who is
Before Thy people's face, loud in his denunciations against all who
And when through the great wilderness shall enter that door after it has been shut
Thy glorious marching was;' against his minister, and against all the godly and in the assembled multitude there is not of the flock; and he seems almost to expect one voice which does not help to swell the the roof to fall on the hireling who shall suc
song of praise. ceed him, 'who entereth not by the door, but
From the other side of the Firth of Forth, climbeth up some other way.'
Stobow, farmer of Ashes, and his wife have There is a deep solemnity over the congre
come with their infant for baptism, and ere gation as the minister rises and reads the the communion services begin, Lilias is repsalm, which is sung to one of the most ceived into the Church-the church in the plaintive of tunes, and as the sermon pro
wilderness. ceeds, many a rough hand wipes tears from
Then as the minister breaks the bread eyes but little used to weeping. Then, when in the name of his Master, for whose sake all is over, the kirkyard, where the people he has left all things, many feel that this wait to get one last shake of the minister's purple moor is for them the very gate of hand, is a scene of bitter sorrow.
heaven; and when the 103d Psalm rises to Ere long the curate is installed in thechurch, the tune of Coleshill, as it has done so often where he preaches to many empty seats. He since in our Scottish Zion, like transient sunis a large, unwieldy, weak, and pompous man,
shine on a bleak or commonplace landscape, and at first seems fitted to call forth hatred many a plain face is lighted up with a passing rather than love. By-and-by, however, he look of beauty,-a glimpse, perchance, of what makes it evident that he is by no means lack- such faces may be when mortality is swallowed ing in a persecuting spirit, and the fines which up of life,-while on some, beautiful even by are imposed on those who refuse to attend the nature, the radiance of the heavenly crown parish church make the more worldly of the
seems already reflected. parishioners glad to obey the commands laid Who doth redeem thy life, that thou upon them. There are not a few, however,
To death may'st not go down,' who will not be induced to acknowledge the the worshippers are singing, when a company existing establishment as the Kirk of Scot- of troopers appear, led to the spot by Spence land, nor its curates as their ministers. of Moss-bog, and surely one has not taken a
Meanwhile Mr Ogilvie does not forget his random shot, for Lindsay falls, dyeing the people, but comes from time to time in the robe of the newly-baptised child with his lifedarkness of night to Redknock Haugh, where blood. A shriek of agony rends the air, and
his wife tries to raise him in her arms, but the houses robbed belonged to any one conshe calls his name in vain, for he has already nected with the
Covenanting cause. gone to receive the martyr's crown.
The army of Covenanters is now at Lanark, from whence, on account of pressing letters
from Edinburgh, they intend to march to that CHAPTER VI.
city through the Lothians, expecting to obtain 'I marked a rainbow in the north.'
many recruits in these counties. - KEBLE.
It is a day of incessant rain as they take
their way through the moors to Bathgate, Years have passed, and in the house of Red- where they hope to find shelter for the night; knock Haugh Mrs Lindsay is sitting quietly and it is at that town that the West Lothian at work. In her face there is an expression recruits are to join the army-Ralph Lindsay that tells plainly that life for her has not among the rest. As the darkness falls, the been a summer's day, nor is it the past alone wind rises to a hurricane, and it is found no which casts its deep shadow over her; but easy matter for the men to keep together, or she is also much disturbed by present fears, for to make their way through the swampy moors Ralph has determined to take arms and join to their destination. the company which has been gathering from Arrived at Bathgate, they seek in vain for the south and west, resolved to fight for Scot- shelter, and, with the enemy behind, they land's Covenanted rights; nor would she say find it impossible to retrace their steps. After a word to deter him from so doing, for she prayer and consultation by the leaders of the thinks it is but right that her son should army, it is resolved that, in spite of the wildfollow his father's steps, even should it lead ness and darkness of the night, they must to his father's death.
proceed to Edinburgh, hoping that they may It is a mild November day, with a sky of be met by a large body of friends from that dark steel colour, a sudden gleam of sunshine city ere the enemy overtake them. As they breaks out, and a rainbow of wondrous beauty again proceed through the moors, the darkspans the darkness of the north, beneath whose ness is so intense that it is impossible to keep arch a flock of gulls appear, their snowy each other in sight, and the wind rages so breasts glittering with unearthly whiteness. wildly that voices are drowned in its roaring, Mrs Lindsay allows her work to fall from her horses sink to their saddles in clay, and those hands, and as she gazes on the fair bow in who are worn out by long marching on foot, the clouds, she thinks of how the ark of old finding that they have got separated from the floated on the waste of waters, and the bow company, sink wearily down to wait for the of promise seems to say to her that, although morning light. Every stream, too, is swollen Scotland be doomed to a deluge, not of water, to a roaring river, so that the soldiers of that but of blood, yet the Kirk must ride safely sorely diminished army, when they reach New through it, guided by Him who says to the Bridge, near Edinburgh, hungry, wet, and floods, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no weary, have but little the appearance of fightfarther.'
ing men. At last, however, the stragglers She is, however, roused from her reverie by come up, and once more the army numbers the sound of voices under the old tree, now nearly a thousand men. They are within five leafless, but the seed - pods of which have miles of Edinburgh when they learn, to their caught the light of that transient gleam, and consternation, that that city, as well as Leith, shine like tassels of gold. The same light is is in arms against them. Much lacking in on the fair hair of her son Ralph, who is dis- officers, they know not well where to turn; cussing with Hab how many of those on the they, however, resolve, in the first place, to estate of Redknock Haugh are likely to join march to Colinton. the present rising. She looks from the win- On the following day they began to turn the dow, and as she does so, her thoughts go back north-east end of the Pentland Hills. It was to the time when she saw the two infants evidently the mind of Wallace, their skilful carried in the arms of Jean Futheringham. general, that the best course now to follow
Ere long, they are joined by Richie, the was to put the Pentlands between the Royal young shepherd, who says little, but whose troops and his followers, and under their covert melancholy grey eyes—that make one think quietly to disperse for their homes. They had of the misty hills where he tends his flock- reached as far as Rullion Green, and for say plainly, that for the crown rights of Sion's greater safety Wallace had brought them King he would willingly die, unworthy as he together, and encamped on the higher ground, thinks himself of a martyr's death; while his when about eleven o'clock in the forenoon, yellow collie dog, which sits gazing up in his the report came that the Royal forces were face, declares, with his look of wondrous approaching, and that, instead of turning affection, that he at least will gladly follow the spur of the Pentlands, they were coming his master wherever he goes.
through the glen from Currie, in order to cut It is arranged that Hab is to remain at off the flight of the Covenanters if they took to Redknock Haugh, for Ralph fears to leave his the hills. But the skill of Wallace had put his mother unprotected, since robbery, or even army on the safe side of the glen. The Royal murder, if committed by the King's troops, cavalry were soon seen advancing on its north has ceased to be a crime punished by law, if side. They tried to cross, but the glen was too deep. A detachment of about fifty now saw them from the high grounds of Rullion retraced their steps, in order to cross where Green, and he almost wished that the order the glen was less steep: Preparations were had been given to advance; but he forgot that now made to receive them. The ministers they were four times his numbers, and that he prayed, and Ralph long remembered the would have to go down into the glen, and Psalm that was sung. It was that which the then climb up the opposite side before they inspired Hebrew poet had sung, when he could be reached. Happily, Wallace knew beheld Mount Zion laid waste by the enemies better, and remained where he was. Twice in of God :
succession Dalziel tried to dislodge them by
sending a party of horse, but twice over the O God, why hast Thou cast us off ?
detachment sent was driven back. When a Is it for evermore? Against thy pasture sheep why doth
third and larger squadron was sent, Learmonth, Thine anger smoke so sore?
the Covenanting officer, retired to his post on O call to Thy remembrance
In these three contests several hours had
been passed, and, in all, the Covenanters had
had the advantage, and the November day The rod of Thine inheritance,
was now far spent when Dalziel brought forWhich Thou redeemed hast,
ward the whole of his left wing upon the right! This Sion hill, wherein Thou hadst
of the Covenanters posted on the lower ridges Thy dwelling in time past. To these long desolations
of Rullion Green. 'Here Wallace had only Thy feet lift, do not tarry, thirty horse, and Ralph was among
them. For all the ills Thy foes have done
He eagerly waited the advance of the Royal Within Thy sanctuary.
cavalry, that he at once saw were far more Do Thou, O God, arise and plead
numerous and better armed than his friends The cause that is Thine own;
around him. He did his best; but soon overRemember how Thou art reproach'd
powering numbers carried the day, and with Still by the foolish one.
a sore heart he saw himself compelled to reDo not forget the voice of those
tire, leaving some of his companions dead on That are Thine enemies; Of those the tumult ever grows,
the field. From where he retired he saw the That do against Thee rise.
Royal troops advance on the left wing. The
resistance was spirited, but as the sun set, Wallace now ordered about the same num- here, too, the far greater Royalist force entirely ber of men to meet them, and prevent their broke the Covenanters, and compelled them to crossing. For a short time there was a sharp flee. The flight became general. Many lie dead contest, and at last the enemy ran. Wallace on the field, or are taken prisoners—the rest sent a party of infantry to where they had escape to the hills, favoured by the darkness retreated, but they withdrew and crossed the of the night, some of these only to meet a glen, and waited the coming up of the main more cruel fate at the hands of those with part of the army. It speedily appeared—a whom they sought shelter. body of more than three thousand well- Ralph leaves his horse dead on the field of equipped men. Dalziel drew them up in order battle, escaping himself but slightly wounded, of battle, “thinking,' Wallace said, to pro- and at midnight reaches a barn, where, after voke us to quit our ground, and to fight them sleepless nights of riding through rain and on even ground.' Ralph's heart beat as he wind, he sinks to rest.
GRANDFATHER'S HOLIDAY TALK:
BY REV. IRENAEUS PRIME, EDITOR OF NEW YORK OBSERVER.
. In the ever tired of playing?'
library grandpa was writing in his study'No, grandpa; but it looks as chair. The blazing wood-fire on the open
if you are working, and that hearth and the pots of flowers between the makes people tired. You are always writing, heavy curtains of the front windows gave writing, writing.'
brightness and fragrance to the room, which Not always, dear; I am not writing now, a little art converted, for the season, into a and I am always ready to stop when you come study for the old man and a playhouse for the to see me.
children. It was her holiday recess, and the sweet The child climbed into his lap, took the pen child, with her gentle, loving ways, her soft out of his hand, and began to make pot-hooks brown curls, and bright, laughing eyes, had on his paper-laughing, while he looked on come to spend the glad days at the old home with dismay. stead. The winter day was melting into even- ‘Grandpå, how long have you been writing
in this way? Ever since I was a little dot despairing at times, because so little comes you have been writing, writing, every time I after trying to do so much. With my work, come. Did you always write just so?' it is " line upon line," that's all—just writing
*I will tell you, my dear, but I will thank one line and then another, from one year's you to stop spoiling my paper; besides, if I beginning to its end; but I can tell you what am to talk to you, I want you to attend, and we live for, or ought to.
Child as you are, do nothing else.
you can understand it; and if you live to be So I will, and I am sorry I did not before.' as old as your grandfather, you will have “The first piece that I ever wrote for the nothing else worth living for than what I am New York Observer was printed in that paper about to tell you. April 7, 1838. From that time to this, about "You see that beautiful painting? That is forty-four years, with a brief interval, I have a copy of Murillo's “ Virgin.”. Dou you supbeen writing every week, and almost every pose he was ever tired of painting? One of day, for the Observer. It is curious to see the greatest of modern sculptors told me that how much one writes in such steady work. he had got beyond working for money: his Suppose a minister writes sixty pages every Art was his Life. To do good and to give week in making his sermons (less than ten pleasure to others in going good--that is pages a day, and he can easily write ten pages what every one ought to live for. If it be paintin an hour or two), he will write three thousand | ing a picture, or cutting a marble, or making pages in a year, thirty thousand in ten years, a shoe, or building a house, or buying and or a hundred and twenty thousand in forty. selling to get gain--whatever we do, it should I have written, on an average, more than five be done with our might, to please God in the columns each week for forty years, or ten good we give and do. You will learn to play thousand columns in all; at least one hundred on instruments of music. If you play to show volumes of four hundred pages each.'
how smart you are, your playing will never Oh grandpa, I don't keep up with you; I please God, and never please yourself ; for, get it all mixed.'
others playing better than you will make you “Yes, dear; but you wonder now more than envious and unhappy. But, if you try to ever that I do not get tired of it. You see please your parents and friends, not to speak those great books standing in a row; those of your old grandpa [here a little kiss came are the bound volumes of the New York in), if you would make home brighter and Observer. Every word that I have written in sweeter, you will do good, and have the it is there, all printed out; and every word to blessedness of giving, even in childhood. be answered for before God! How many of 'In this be a child always—a good child. the words I would like now to recall! If for Jesus took a little child and set him in the every idle or foolish word we speak we must midst of His disciples, to reprove them when give account, how much more for every one they were wanting to know who should be the we write and print! When I look at those greatest. To be good and to do good, that is forty volumes with broad leaves, and think of the first and last thing for a child to learn, a whole life-work set down in order—all and it is a lesson to be learned afresh each written out-I think of that other Book of day from infancy to second childhood. Remembrance which is kept in another world, That's a long sermon for the holidays, is where all our thoughts, words, and actions it not, my dear child ?' are written down, and kept for ever.'
No, grandpa, dear, it is not long, and I * Mine, dear grandpa, are mine all written understand every word of it. Tomorrow will down?'
be New-Year's Day, and I mean to try and 'It means, my precious child, that we are remember it all the year through.' always in the sight and hearing of our Heavenly “Good for you, darling; now kiss me good Father, who remembers us with tenderness night, and I will take a new sheet in place of and love; helps us when we are young or old; this one you have spoiled, and write the little listens to us when we pray to Him or talk to sermon all out for the young and the old who one another; pities us when we are in trouble; read my next week's letter, the first one in and loves us more, more--more than I love the New Year. you, my darling. When we do wrong, when we are impatient and fretful, when we say LEARN to say no, and it will be of more naughty words that grieve others, or do what use to you than to be able to read Latin.we ought not to do, God is grieved, and He Spurgeon. cannot forget our sin. If it were written and THAT instrument will make no music that printed in the New York Observer, it would hath but some strings in tune. If, when God not be more sure of being remembered. That strikes on the strings of joy or gladness, we is what His “book of remembrance" means.' answer pleasantly; but when He touches upon
‘Grandpa, I try to be good, but I do get that of sorrow or humiliation, we see it not; tired sometimes, don't you?
we are broken instruments that make nó would say you do.'
melody unto God. A well-tuned heart must Well, my dear, what is it that we live for? have all its string, all its affections, ready to You are too young to reason much about it, answer every touch of God's finger. He will and I know what you mean by getting tired. make everything beautiful in its time. Sweet Yes, I am sad and discouraged, and almost harmony cometh out of some discords.-Owen.
I wish you
THE MARTYR GRAVES OF THE SOUTH OF SCOTLAND.
HERE LYES EDWARD GO
LAW BY LAGG AND CAP
MENT IN HIS
BY REV. J. H. THOMSON, HIGHTAE, BY LOCKERBIE
gravestone erected by Sir Walter Scott over
the mortal remains of Helen Walker, the IRONGRAY.
prototype of one of the finest of the novelist's TRONGRAY CHURCHYARD is creations-Jeanie Deans. It is easily found,
about five miles to the north- near the north gable of the church.
The street that first met us to hundred yards off the road, at the east end of the right of the crossing was College Street, what looks like a long tumulus. It is planted so named from Lincluden College, to which over with fir-trees. We counted at least forty. the street or road leads. A mile and a-half's The graves were enclosed in 1832, when a new walk brought us to Lincluden. It is beauti- grave-stone was put alongside the old one, and fully situated on a tongue of land formed by the inscription transferred to it. The ina bend of the Cluden at its junction with the scription isNith. What was once the choir is nearly all that remains of the college, and it is roofless, and the stone-work of the windows has all
MCCUBINE MARTYRES but disappeared. The frame alone remains.
HANGED WITHOUT On the north wall of the choir is the spot where the body of Lady Margaret, daughter of Robert III. and Countess of Douglas, was
BRUCE FOR ADHEREING
TO THE WORD OF GOD interred. But the tomb has been opened, and
CHRIST'S KINGLY GOVERits architectural magnificence has long ago
HOUSE disappeared. A recumbent statue of Lady Margaret was placed over the tomb. When
WORK OF REFORMATION Pennant, in his tour in Scotland in 1769, visited the college, the statue was still in existence, although mutilated; and so little
REV. XII. 11. MAR 3 1685 respect was then paid to the deceased, that he says he saw ‘her bones ' lying scattered about in an indecent manner by some wretches who broke open the repository in search of trea
BRUCE COMMAN'D sure.' The inscription over the tomb has recently been deepened, but it might have
AND THUS THER FURIO been made deeper still.
In keeping, however, with the neglect into which the whole building has fallen for many
OF IRON-GRAY a day, visitors, eager to give their unknown and ephemeral existences a local connection with something likely to be more enduring
ONCE MURDER'D FOR than themselves, have carved their names all over the wall above the tomb. Since our first
RELIGEON'S SAKE. visit any addition to this state of matters is at The stones have been enclosed within a an end, for, on visiting the tomb in December railing. They lie upon the ground, while belast (1881), we found the proprietor had caused hind them, and facing the spectator, is an the floor of the building to be cleaned out, and upright slab of stone, with an inscription an iron gate has been put upon its entrance, detailing the circumstances that led to its and visitors can now only see the tomb through erection, and the name of the preacher, at the the grating from the outside.
close of whose sermon a collection was made The abbey stands on a kind of plateau to defray the expenses incurred. The monuabove the river, and the view from it is worth ment is said to be designed to express the the trouble of the walk, independent of the respect cherished by the present generation attraction of the ruin itself. Close by the for the memory and principles of the martyrs abbey there is a fir-covered mound or hillock, whose ashes repose on this spot. The inscrip; from the summit of which the view is still finer. tion, however, is occasionally misspelt, and
From the abbey we retraced our steps, the two heads, supposed to represent the passing by Lincluden House, and gained the martyrs, are grotesque in appearance and road which leads to Irongray. Irongray somewhat defaced Its writer has forgotten Churchyard is about five miles to the north that Edward Gordon and Alexander M'Cubine west of Dumfries. For the latter half of the were hanged, and not burned, and that hence way the road keeps close to the Cluden Water
. it is their mortal remains,' and not their Irongray Church is of modern structure. The ashes, that repose beneath the stone. He one object of interest in its churchyard is the says a great deal more about the collection,
AS LAGG AND BLOODIE
WE WERE HUNG UP BY
US RAGE TO STAY
DYED NEAR KIRK
HERE NOW IN PEACE