The Annals of the Parish: Or, the Chronicle of Dalmailing During the Ministry of the Rev. Micah BalwhidderGalt, John
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The Annals of the Parish: Or, the Chronicle of Dalmailing During the Ministry of the Rev. Micah Balwhidder
Galt, John
Clergy -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
I dressed the two bonny orphans in the best mourning at my own cost, and
kept them in the manse till we could get an answer from their uncle, to
whom I sent their father’s letter. It stung him to the quick, and he
came down all the way from London, and took the children away himself.
Oh! he was a vexed man when the beautiful bairns, on being told he was
their uncle, ran into his arms, and complained that their papa and mamma
had slept so long, that they would never waken.
CHAPTER L
YEAR 1809
AS I come towards the events of these latter days, I am surprised to find
myself not at all so distinct in my recollection of them as in those of
the first of my ministry; being apt to confound the things of one
occasion with those of another, which Mrs. Balwhidder says is an
admonishment to me to leave off my writing. But, please God, I will
endeavour to fulfil this as I have through life tried, to the best of my
capacity, to do every other duty; and, with the help of Mrs. Balwhidder,
who has a very clear understanding, I think I may get through my task in
a creditable manner, which is all I aspire after; not writing for a vain
world, but only to testify to posterity anent the great changes that have
happened in my day and generation—a period which all the best-informed
writers say, has not had its match in the history of the world since the
beginning of time.
By the failure of the cotton-mill company, whose affairs were not settled
till the spring of this year, there was great suffering during the
winter; but my people, those that still adhered to the establishment,
bore their share of the dispensation with meekness and patience, nor was
there wanting edifying monuments of resignation even among the
stravaigers.
On the day that the Canaille Meeting-house was opened, which was in the
summer, I was smitten to the heart to see the empty seats that were in my
kirk; for all the thoughtless, and some that I had a better opinion of,
went to hear the opening discourse. Satan that day had power given to
him to buffet me as he did Job of old; and when I looked around and saw
the empty seats, my corruption rose, and I forgot myself in the
remembering prayer; for when I prayed for all denominations of
Christians, and worshippers, and infidels, I could not speak of the
schismatics with patience, but entreated the Lord to do with the
hobleshow at Cayenneville, as he saw meet in his displeasure, the which,
when I came afterwards to think upon, I grieved at with a sore
contrition.
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