Adam Hepburn's Vow: A Tale of Kirk and CovenantSwan, Annie S.
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Adam Hepburn's Vow: A Tale of Kirk and Covenant
Swan, Annie S.
Covenanters -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction
But is it not so with us all? The old fiery spirit seemed
to be utterly quenched, but no man or woman ever heard him allude to the
stormy or terrible past, and when the events of these stirring times
were made the subject of conversation, or even distantly alluded to, he
never failed to at once separate himself from the rest. He spent much of
the time in the churchyard, and would sit for hours upon his wife’s
grave, with his well-worn Bible for a companion, an object of strange
compassion to all who saw him there, and who knew the story of his
life-long faithfulness to the memory of one woman.
One sweet summer evening they missed him from among the happy circle at
Hartrigge, and knowing he was not at Rowallan, they grew alarmed at last
at his long absence, and went in search of him. As was natural, they
turned their steps first to the "auld kirk-yaird." He was sitting
there, in a down-bent posture, his head almost touching his knees, and
his face hidden on the pages of the open Book. David Gray stepped to
his side, and touching his arm, said very gently--
"Adam, my brother, it is growing late; come away home."
There was no motion in the silent figure, which sat so still as to alarm
them. Then David Gray slipped his hand beneath the bent head, and
lightly laid it on the breast, but there was no motion there.
"He has passed away from us," said the minister, tremblingly, "and this
night has looked once more upon the face of his beloved, after these
forty weary years. It was the hour and the place he longed for. I have
often heard him say it. Let us give thanks to our God for His abundant
lovingkindness vouchsafed to our weary brother this night."
Ended now the storm of life, ended the long desolation, the bitter
yearnings, which had these many years riven that lonely heart. Ended,
too, his brief lingering in the sunset at the wayside inn; and for Adam
Hepburn now came the eternal enjoyment of that sweet rest which
remaineth for the people of God.
THE END
PRINTED BY CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED,
LA BELLE SAUVAGE, LONDON, E.C.
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