Duncan Polite, the Watchman of Glenoro — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Duncan Polite, the Watchman of Glenoro
John Stuart Mill · en
He arrived at the Johnstone household at a time when he was
particularly welcome to his host. Old Andrew had spent the early part
of the afternoon arguing with his son upon certain hard points of
doctrine. That a youth of Wee Andra's professions should presume to
give any sort of an opinion whatever upon the Shorter Catechism was, in
his father's eyes, nothing short of impious. But, as the young man was
of that class that rush in where angels fear to tread, he had given his
views on predestination without any hesitancy and had gone off to the
field leaving his father in a very bad humour. Wee Andra himself was
particularly happy, for he took an unfilial delight in troubling his
paternal relative. At heart he was respectful and dutiful and if any
one had dared to breathe a word against his father in his presence,
Splinterin' Andra's son would soon have shown himself worthy of his
sire's appellation; nevertheless, partly from love of fun and partly
through a good-natured stupidity, he proved a veritable thorn in the
flesh to his unhappy father. So old Andrew was looking forward to the
visit of his pastor with the hope that his example and admonition would
have a steadying effect upon his frivolous son. Like Duncan Polite,
the elder looked upon the young minister as the deliverer of the people
of Glenoro church from the spirit of worldliness which he felt
characterised them. So, when his daughter came to summon him to the
house to put on a coat and collar, as the minister had been sighted on
the road not half a mile away, he hurried in with great alacrity to
greet his visitor.
Tea at Elder Johnstone's was no light ceremony under any circumstances.
His was not a place where people went for relaxation and jollity,
except on the rare occasions when the old folks were away and Wee Andra
held sway. The young minister, anxious to please and be friendly, felt
from the moment he opened the gate and went up the path, where neat
beds of onions and cabbages encroached upon the very doorstep, that it
was going to be something of an ordeal.