Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
and of a few old women and rustics are heard uniting in suppressed and
feeble symphony. Nay, there is a case still more revolting than any
which has been hitherto denounced--that, namely, of our young
probationers and ministers, who, in many instances, refuse even in the
pulpit that example which, with their last breath, they were perhaps
employed in recommending. There they sit or stoop whilst the psalm is
singing, busily employed in revising their MS., or in reviewing the
congregation, in selecting and marking for emphasis the splendid
passages, or in noting for observation whatever of interesting the dress
or the countenances of the people may suggest. So much for _fashion_;
and now for the deposition of _refinement_ on the same subject.
Refinement has indeed much to answer for; she has brushed the coat
threadbare; she has wiredrawn the thread till it can scarcely support
its own weight; and in no one instance has her besetting sin been more
conspicuous than in her intercommunings with our church psalmody. The
old women who, from the original establishment of Presbytery, have
continued to occupy and grace our pulpit stairs, are oftentimes
defective in point of sweetness and delicacy of voice; in fact, they do
not sing, but croon, and in some instances they have even been known to
outrun the precentor by several measures, and to return upon him a
second time ere the conclusion of the line. What then?--they always
croon in a low key; and if _they_ are gratified, their Maker pleased,
and the congregation in general undisturbed, the principal parties are
disposed of. There is no doubt something unpleasing to a refined ear in
the jarring concord of a rustic euphony, when, in full voice, of a
sacramental Sabbath evening, they are inclined to hold on with
irresistible swing. But what they want in harmony, they have in
good-will; what they lose in melody, they gain in the ringing echo of
their voices from roof and ceiling. And were it possible, without
silencing the uninstructed, to gratify and encourage the refined and the
disciplined, then were there at once a union and a unison of agreeables;
but as this object has never been effected, or even attempted, and as
refinement has at once laid aside all regard for the humble and
untrained worshipper, and has set her stamp and seal upon a trained band
of vocal performers, it becomes the duty of all rightly constituted
minds to oppose, if they cannot stem the tide--to mark and stigmatize
that as unbecoming and absurd which the folly of the age would have us
consider as improvement. It is of little moment whether the office of
psalm-singing be committed to a select band, who surround, with their
merry faces and tenor pipes, the precentor's seat, or be entrusted to
separate parties scattered through the congregation; still, so long as
the _taught_ alone are expected to sing, the original end of
psalm-singing is lost sight of, the habits of a Presbyterian
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