Trains of Recollection: Drawn from Fifty Years of Railway Service in Scotland and Canada, and told to Arthur Hawkes — John Shaqi
Trains of Recollection: Drawn from Fifty Years of Railway Service in Scotland and Canada, and told to Arthur HawkesHanna, D. B. (David Blyth)
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Trains of Recollection: Drawn from Fifty Years of Railway Service in Scotland and Canada, and told to Arthur Hawkes
Hanna, D. B. (David Blyth)
Canadian National Railways; Railroads -- Canada; Railroads -- Scotland
My friend comes of a family where the rigid practices of a fading
Puritanism were rigidly honoured--no such desecrations, for instance,
as cleaning shoes, or reading newspapers on the Sabbath day. He
adorns a church where the music is fine, and the congregational
singing notably hearty, where, indeed, the organist, Mr. Tattersall,
is the son of a Thornliebank girl. He is of those who invited a
Congregationalist to Presbyterian Old St. Andrew’s. He has delighted
in the magnificence of the cathedral and the grandeur of the ritual
at St. Giles’. He would not choose the severe and unornamented
concentration of the old Seceders before the catholicity that he sees
in the pending union. But--and this is what one would fain impress
upon the kindly mind--my friend came from Pollokshaws with a deepened
reverence for the wealth of character with which the old Puritanism
has endowed the world. A sorry day, indeed, will it be, whereon we
forget from whom and whence we came, even when we are most conscious
of the liberalizing changes which time and fortune have wrought.
CHAPTER II.
_Sketching early years of service at country and city stations near
the Clyde._
The proportion of our immigrated people who visit their native lands
is growing, despite the rise in steamer rates. There are multitudes
to whom the Old Land still appears as it did when it was the only
country they knew. For what it is worth, then, one who has several
times trodden the old familiar ground, may say that you have to go
back to the Old Land really to see it; and to appreciate what Canada
has done for you.
I am sure that is unanimously so with all who have had the
experience. The fields you think of as big; the village street you
remember as wide; the kirk you recall as imposing--they are all
there; but they have diminished in extent, or you have grown in
stature. The people, noble as they are, abide where they always
abode. Somehow, in the old segment of the world, they have not
imbibed the air of the newer, more optimistic world that is on this
side the sea. And distances have been transformed, and the way you
look at distances.
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