The Celtic Magazine, Vol. I No. V: A Monthly Periodical Devoted to the Literature, History, Antiquities, Folk Lore, Traditions, and the Social and Material Interests of the Celt at Home and Abroad — John Shaqi
The Celtic Magazine, Vol. I No. V: A Monthly Periodical Devoted to the Literature, History, Antiquities, Folk Lore, Traditions, and the Social and Material Interests of the Celt at Home and AbroadVarious
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The Celtic Magazine, Vol. I No. V: A Monthly Periodical Devoted to the Literature, History, Antiquities, Folk Lore, Traditions, and the Social and Material Interests of the Celt at Home and Abroad
Even the physical aspect of his native scenery has a charm for the Gael
which can never be lost. His very heath in autumnal bloom spread out
like a gorgeous carpet, towering summits, wild cascades, birch and
rowans, verdant hill sides, browsing flocks, bounding deer, soaring
eagles, and the vast expanse of land and water--all form an enchanting
panorama which indelibly instamps itself on the mountaineer's mental
vision. Add to this the social aspect of his nature, and you have a
still stronger chain of attachment to his barren home. He feels himself
as an individual member of a large family or confederacy, with common
interests, common language and traditions. The huge mountain barriers
which prevent the inhabitants of a glen from general communication with
others, and completely isolate them, tends to generate this feeling of
clannishness. They work in a great measure together, tending their
flocks, cultivating their crofts, capturing their fish. And especially
is their social nature developed in their long winter evening gatherings
from house to house, in rehearsing their traditionary folk-lore, and
cultivating the poetic muse in every variety of verse and style of
chorus. Nor does the holy day of rest interrupt their gregarious
proclivities. They meet at the same kirk, they survey with becoming
emotion the last resting place of those who were content to have their
remains repose in their native valley, they hear proclamations of
plighted affection between parties who have no higher ambition than to
share each other's future lot on the scantiest fare, they join "their
artless notes" together in grateful thanksgiving to the Sovereign of all
lands for such temporal gifts as others might think "small mercies," and
more especially do they hear, in their own expressive vernacular,
impressive lessons upon time and its manifold labours, its constant
changes and solemn issues.
All this constitutes a sacred tie of affection to the native spot,
lasting as the hills, and which no other can understand like the
Scottish Gael. It must, therefore, be duly recognised and weighed by all
benefactors of the race, if they would loosen its hold upon the
individual without outraging his feelings, and loosening "the brittle
thread of life." Of this strong attachment many instances might be
given. We have been told by a venerable divine of a Highland parish how
repeatedly he had witnessed the fond affection of his parishioners in
taking their departure, how they approached the sacred edifice, ever
dear to them, by the most hallowed associations, and with tears in their
eyes kissed its very walls, how they made an emphatic pause in losing
sight of the romantic scenes of their childhood, with its kirks and
cots, and thousand memories, and as if taking a formal and lasting
adieu, uncovered their heads and waved their bonnets three times towards
the scene, and then with heavy steps and aching hearts resumed their
pilgrimage towards new scenes in distant climes.
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