Country life -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
Ann began to laugh in a helpless way. "It's funny. I know so well
what impression I want to give, but when I try to write it down it's
just nothing--stilted, meaningless sentences. I want to make a picture
of Dr. Struthers. I've been trying for the last hour, labouring in
rowing, covering my brow in wrinkles, with no result. How would you
describe him?"
Mrs. Douglas thought for a minute. "It would be difficult to make a
true picture of him. If you simply told of the views that were his,
how he wouldn't sing a paraphrase, let alone a hymn, and held the
Sabbath day as something that must not be broken, you would give an
impression of narrowness and rigid conservatism that wouldn't at all be
the Dr. Struthers that we knew. When we heard that the Glasgow church
had a senior minister, we thought it was a drawback; your father rather
wondered how he would comport himself as a 'colleague and successor,'
but we didn't know Dr. Struthers then. Sometimes, in Glasgow, when we
were inclined to regret Kirkcaple and the flourishing congregation, and
the peaceful time we enjoyed there--but when I say peaceful I mean only
comparatively, no minister's wife ever attains to peace in this
world!--your father would say, 'But if we had stayed in Kirkcaple we
would never have known Dr. Struthers,' and that closed the matter.
When I first met him I thought he was more like some fresh, hearty old
country laird than a parson. But he was really very frail, and to walk
even a short distance was a great effort. He had a place about fifty
miles from Glasgow, Langlands, and as long as he was able he came to
preach in Martyrs about once a month. The old congregation adored to
have him come, but the newcomers, who had no romance about the old man,
thought his sermons much too long. And they were too long as sermons
go now. We are not the patient listeners our forefathers were. Dr.
Struthers once said to me that no man could do justice to a subject
under fifty-five minutes, and we used sometimes to think that he was
done before his allotted time, but he just went on."
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