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
The pleasant duty o' filial love is sae fu' o' artfu' seduction, and
winnin, pauky guile, that it has carried me awa frae my ain merits an'
successes. The first thing I had to do was to keep a guid firm grip o'
the schule, the parish books, and the dominie's desk; for I knew that
possession is nine points o' the law. I got ready my testimonials wi'
the greatest despatch; the mair by token, that some o' them were in a
very forward state before Jedediah Cameron's breath was out. I ca'ed at
the houses o' a' the heritors wha had bairns at the schule, and praised
wi' decent pride the progress they had made under my care--music mair
sweet to their ears than even the Bangor itsel. Meanwhile, I exerted
mysel on the Sabbaths, to sing, wi' the greatest pith and clearness, the
psalm tunes. I kenned the folks were fondest o' such as the Auld Hunder,
Mount Pleasant, and that excellent favourite the Bangor. My execution,
pathos, quavers, semi-quavers, were wonderfu. The parishioners were
astonished, and followin my leadin tenor into the altitudes o' the
highest inspiration, flew awa into the very Elysian fields o'
enthusiastic devotion.
Nae doubt, some o' the auld, cunnin foxes, that never sang a stave
looked at me as if they saw through my drift; but I was far abune their
envy, and was conscious o' the purity o' my heart. In the meantime, my
most excellent and much-respected parent was hawking aboot amang the
heritors my testimonials; and at the next meetin o' the heritors, I was
duly elected parish-clerk, schoolmaster, and precentor o' St Fillan's.
Weel do I recollect that joyfu occasion. Our dinner exceeded far ony
dead-chack I ever saw. My father took a free glass; and, inspired wi'
the generous liquor, made a speech to me as lang as a funeral oration.
"Noo, Gideon," he began, "yer namesake, the son o' Joash got his fortune
read by a dream o' a barley cake that fell frae heaven, as we find i'
the Book o' Judges. Yer barley-cake hath come frae heaven, and the
forces o' Midian are delivered owre to ye. I can do nae mair for ye. I
hae fed ye, clad ye, made ye. In yer mouth I hae put men's lear, in yer
heart God's fear. For yer sake I watched, as the husbandman does the
clouds, for signs o' mortality in the face o' Jedediah Cameron; and the
first symptom o' water I saw in his body, comin atween me and the sun o'
my hope, made a glitterin rainbow in my paternal ee. Muckle do ye owe
me, Gideon; but I'll no be ill to satisfy. I'll be pleased if ye measure
yer gratitude by the size o' that lank, toom wame, whilk I never saw
filled to satisfaction till this blessed day, when ye hauld the three
principal offices o' this parish."
CHAPTER III.
I EXERT MY GREAT ABILITIES ON A GREAT OCCASION.
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