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
At the beginning of my ministry I was reviled and rejected; but my honest
endeavours to prove a faithful shepherd were blessed from on high, and
rewarded with the affection of my flock. Perhaps, in the vanity of
doting old age, I thought in this there was a merit due to myself, which
made the Lord to send the chastisement of the Canaille schism among my
people; for I was then wroth without judgment, and by my heat hastened
into an open division the flaw that a more considerate manner might have
healed. But I confess my fault, and submit my cheek to the smiter; and
now I see that the finger of Wisdom was in that probation, and it was far
better that the weavers meddled with the things of God, which they could
not change, than with those of the King, which they could only harm. In
that matter, however, I was like our gracious monarch in the American
war; for though I thereby lost the pastoral allegiance of a portion of my
people, in like manner as he did of his American subjects, yet, after the
separation, I was enabled so to deport myself, that they showed me many
voluntary testimonies of affectionate respect, and which it would be a
vain glory in me to rehearse here. One thing I must record, because it
is as much to their honour as it is to mine.
When it was known that I was to preach my last sermon, every one of those
who had been my hearers, and who had seceded to the Canaille meeting,
made it a point that day to be in the parish kirk, and to stand in the
crowd, that made a lane of reverence for me to pass from the kirk-door to
the back-yett of the manse. And shortly after, a deputation of all their
brethren, with their minister at their head, came to me one morning, and
presented to me a server of silver, in token, as they were pleased to
say, of their esteem for my blameless life, and the charity that I had
practised towards the poor of all sects in the neighbourhood; which is
set forth in a well-penned inscription, written by a weaver lad that
works for his daily bread. Such a thing would have been a prodigy at the
beginning of my ministry; but the progress of book-learning and education
has been wonderful since, and with it has come a spirit of greater
liberality than the world knew before, bringing men of adverse principles
and doctrines into a more humane communion with each other; showing that
it’s by the mollifying influence of knowledge the time will come to pass,
when the tiger of papistry shall lie down with the lamb of reformation,
and the vultures of prelacy be as harmless as the presbyterian doves;
when the independent, the anabaptist, and every other order and
denomination of Christians, not forgetting even those poor wee wrens of
the Lord, the burghers and anti-burghers, who will pick from the hand of
patronage, and dread no snare.
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