Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"I am (continued he) the first-born of a numerous family, and am
twenty-four years older than the youngest of my parents' children. My
father was what is called a statesman in this part of the country; by
which you are not to understand that he was in any way connected with
politics, or had any part in governing the affairs of the nation, but,
simply, that he was the possessor of an estate containing some eighty
acres, and which had descended to him from his ancestors, unimpaired and
unencumbered. He was a kind husband and an indulgent father; but he was
provident as neither. A better-hearted man never breathed. He was
generous even to the committing of a crime against his own family; and
the misfortune, the error--I might say the curse of his life--was, that
he never knew the value of a shilling. It has been said that I possess
my father's failing in this respect; but, through his example at all
times as a warning before me, I have been enabled to regulate it, and to
keep it within controllable limits. You have often heard it said, 'Take
care of the shillings, and the pounds will take care of themselves;' but
this will not hold good in every instance--as was the case with my
father. He appeared to be one of those who did not stop to consider the
value between a pound and a shilling. He was naturally a man of a strong
intellect and a sound judgment; but his impulses were stronger still. He
was a being of impulses. They hurried him away, and he stopped not to
consult with calmer reason. With him to feel was to act. He generally
saw and repented his error, before another had an opportunity of telling
him of it, but not before it was too late; and these self-made
discoveries never prevented him from falling into the same errors again.
In the kindliness of his own heart he took _all_ mankind to be good; he
believed them to be better than they really were; or rather he believed
no man to be a bad man until he had found him to be so. Now, sir, when I
say that in this respect my father exercised too much both of faith and
charity, thou must not think that I am shut up here like a cynic in this
mountain solitude, to inflict upon every passenger my railings against
his race. On the contrary, I have seen much of the world, and
experienced much of its buffetings, of its storms, its calms, and its
sunshine; I have also seen much of men; and I have seldom, I would
almost say, I have never, met with one who had no redeeming quality.
But, sir, I have seen and felt enough, to trust no man far until I have
proved him. Yet my father was many times deceived, and he trusted again;
and, if not the same parties, others under the same circumstances. He
could not pass a beggar on the highway without relieving him; and, where
he saw or heard that distress or misery existed, it was enough for
him--he never inquired into the cause He was bringing up his family,
not certainly in affluence, but in respectability; but his unthinking
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