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
As for my foster-parent, he gradually recovered from the stupor that had
overwhelmed him, but never regained his wonted energies. He was
possessed of a few hundred pounds, besides his half-pay from the Dutch
Government, which was regularly paid. He never could endure me for any
length of time out of his sight; and I remained with him until his
death, a few years afterwards. I know that I was wasting my time; yet I
could not desert the old man, whose whole happiness was concentrated in
me; and, shall I confess, I felt a strange happiness in his society--for
he alone of all mankind treated the beggar-boy of former years as an
individual of rank; and our conversation was generally about the
traditions of my ancestors. When the weather would permit, it was our
wont to leave our house at Clock Mill, to wander over the scenes he
loved--the spots in and around the bosom of Arthur Seat, where he had
first won the affections of his departed Mary--and point out the
favourite haunts which my father and mother used to sit in or walk. On
these we would gaze, until our imagination seemed vested with the power
of calling the personages before us. Thus passed on the time until the
lieutenant's death, which happened suddenly.
I was thus once more alone in the world, without a tie to bind me to it,
save the natural love of life inherent in man.
In Edinburgh I had formed no acquaintance; a continual soreness haunted
me as to the dignity of birth, yet I never assumed even the name of my
parent. I only heard it pronounced by my foster-father, who urged me to
adopt my family honours. The conversation of the lieutenant had given my
mind a military bias. I was weary of Edinburgh, which recalled to my
mind too many sad reflections; and I mentioned to Mr Davidson the
resolution I had formed. After winding up the affairs of the lieutenant,
I found that I was possessed of one hundred and seventy pounds. Mr
Davidson, who still insisted that the money I had left as a gift in his
hands was at my disposal, generously offered to advance the amount
required to purchase me an ensigncy; but this I would on no account
allow. My pride revolted at a pecuniary obligation, as a derogation from
my family dignity, which still hung heavy upon me. By his advice, and
through his assistance, I sunk in the hands of the magistrates one
hundred and fifty pounds, as the most profitable way I could invest
it--the interest to accumulate until my return in person to claim it. It
was about the year 1775, when the troubles in America had commenced.
Accounts had just arrived that blood had been shed at Lexington and
Concord; and the bootless victory at Boston was announced, but not
confirmed. It was the month of August, and the utmost excitement reigned
among the people in the city: every means, both legal and scarcely
legal, being employed to raise troops. The comprehending act was passed,
by which the justices of the peace were empowered to impress and send to
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