Transcribed from the 1910 T. N. Foulis edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org [Picture: Book cover] [Picture: The Loupin’-on Stane] ANNALS OF THE PARISH OR THE CHRONICLE OF DAL- MAILING DURING THE MINISTRY OF THE REV. MICAH BALWHID- DER. WRITTEN BY HIMSELF AND ARRANGED AND EDITED BY JOHN GALT ILLUSTRATED IN COLOUR BY HENRY W. KERR, R.S.A. [Picture: Decorative graphic] T.N.FOULIS London & Edinburgh 1 9 1 0 * * * * * _September_ 1910 * * * * * _Printed by Turnbull & Spears_, _Edinburgh_ INTRODUCTION IN the same year, and on the same day of the same month, that his Sacred Majesty King George, the third of the name, came to his crown and kingdom, I was placed and settled as the minister of Dalmailing. {1} When about a week thereafter this was known in the parish, it was thought a wonderful thing, and everybody spoke of me and the new king as united in our trusts and temporalities, marvelling how the same should come to pass, and thinking the hand of Providence was in it, and that surely we were preordained to fade and flourish in fellowship together; which has really been the case: for in the same season that his Most Excellent Majesty, as he was very properly styled in the proclamations for the general fasts and thanksgivings, was set by as a precious vessel which had received a crack or a flaw, and could only be serviceable in the way of an ornament, I was obliged, by reason of age and the growing infirmities of my recollection, to consent to the earnest entreaties of the Session, and to accept of Mr. Amos to be my helper. I was long reluctant to do so; but the great respect that my people had for me, and the love that I bore towards them, over and above the sign that was given to me in the removal of the royal candle-stick from its place, worked upon my heart and understanding, and I could not stand out. So, on the last Sabbath of the year 1810, I preached my last sermon, and it was a moving discourse. There were few dry eyes in the kirk that day; for I had been with the aged from the beginning—the young considered me as their natural pastor—and my bidding them all farewell was, as when of old among the heathen, an idol was taken away by the hands of the enemy.