Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
So the old Castle of Abercrombie received them once again, linked
together by a closer tie--wiser and sadder both--the joyousness of youth
displaced by thoughts of a graver, if not gloomier, texture, as though a
few short months had done the work of years, and prematurely stamped the
feelings of a later epoch upon their youthful minds. Perhaps the
solitude in which they lived, disposing them to ponder on the after
destination of the soul, or perhaps the converse of a priestly adviser,
anxious to aggrandise the church (for there was only _one_ church then,
and for three hundred years after there was no other, namely, the Church
of Rome) of which he was a member; or perhaps that natural revulsion of
the mind from matters of momentary to matters of imperishable
importance, which results from worldly disappointment and domestic
calamities, influenced them in coming to the determination to which they
came; but whatever may have been the influences which operated on them,
this alone is certain--that the sisters mutually resolved to _found a
church_, and dedicate it to the service of the Almighty, in token of
their reconciliation; purposing likewise to endow it at their decease
with the personal wealth of which they were possessed.
At that time the whole surrounding country, or at least the muirland
portion of it, was little better than a leafy wilderness, intersected by
numerous bridle-ways, with here and there a broader track, offering a
passage for the slow and cumbrous carts and sledges of those rude days.
At scattered intervals large clearances had been made; and out of the
old primeval trees, and with the aid of turf taken from the soil, and
rushes gathered from the margin of the burns, rivulets, and lochs,
groups of cottages were framed, windowless and chimneyless--a miserable
shelter for the hardy cottars who tenanted them. A frank tenementer's
more commodious abode, a smithy, or perhaps a huckster's store, were the
only tenements that varied that otherwise uniform aspect of these
primitive clachans. Wherever the ground swelled into anything like a
reasonable eminence, the stronghold of a baron might be observed perched
on the summit, while the circumjacent hollow would exhibit its
irregularly-clustered hovels, overlooked by the more massive and
enduring residence of the rural magnate. Such churches, too, as then
existed, were mostly built upon a rising ground, and seemed to serve as
landmarks in that wild untravelled breadth of muir-moss and forest-land.
It may be readily conceived, therefore, that at such a time, and in such
a district, the rumour of the meditated erection in the first instance,
and afterwards the commencement, continued progress, and completion of
the sacred structure, were regarded as the gradual evolution of an event
peculiarly important.
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