pillars and arches, while the spirits o' the men wha breathed them, rose in haly aspirations to the throne o' the Eternal!-Hoo mainy o' my sainted faithers and brithren hae, in that venerable place, won souls frae the errors o' their ways, to the Father o' Mercies, through Him wha hung on the cross for us!-In that hallowed spot did my youthfu' frien', and maist beloved brither in Christ, sound the sweetest and most melting tones;-It was there the maist haly and humble o' ministers poured the enchantment o' his message, in rapturous eloquence, ower the chained spirits o' his audience! yes, there ANDREW GREY prayed, and preached, and wept. Beloved friend o' my youth, dear in the unfading remembrance o' my heart,thoo didst pass away frae oor weeping eyes, and sink into the grave, ripe in thy glory,-in thy twenty-second year! 66 And here, in like manner,"-continued Cargil, weeping all the while, as he led his young associate with a hurried pace, to the steps leading to the screen of the Nave, and the eastern place of worship, into which the entrance, at that time, led by small side doors,-"Here it was, in this magnificent place o' worship, that the quondam laird o' East Powrie, whase noble dignity o' soul trampled on riches and earthly honours,-did serve his Master faithfully in the gospel. A man he was o' singular attainments, and undaunted courage. He preached Christ Jesus, and him crucified, in the court o' king Charles I., and in this spot to a high born and splendid audience; withoot fear, and without flattery! Here did the immortal JAMES DURHAM pour his mild and impressive eloquence; and the heart-melting pathos of his heavenly prayers! My father! my father, the chariots o' Israel, and the horsemen thereof,—I see thee nae mair! Nor thee, much loved Ramsay, nor your companions, and forebears, thae men o' God who, fulfilled their ministry according to the wull o' God, syn the times o' the Reformation. I am, lingering here, the last of my race!-This way, come this gaite, Master James," he continued, after a pause, and taking him by the arm, "descend we, by thae steps, doon this way among thae arches. Noo, here it was that godly ZACHARIAS BOYD held forth his hamely spoken message, and quoted occasionally the interminable length o' his ain poetic lines; and his ill timed mints at holy ། bra jokes, wi' the best o' intentions in the world, I freely admit, but wi' mistaken views o' the best way o' spreading the knowledge o' God's word amang plain people. He could na be persuaded that it was mair befittin' to elevate the people to the dignity o' truth, than to degrade her to their grovelling minds: to purify and raise them to the dignity of communion with her in her ain palace; than to throw tattered garments ower her, and send her to their hovels!Weel! here it was that honest Zacharias ministered. Him it was my lot to succeed. This is the Barony, or Landward Kirk. It is as capacious, you see, as the place abune it; and its ceiling, o' hewn stane, is sustained by sixty-five massive columns, whose chapters and groined arches are finished wi' exquisite handicraft. Ye see the thriftiness of the Reformation. Here the Romanists interred their princely and sacerdotal dead. But we hae converted it into a Kirk, for the spiritual furtherance o' the living.* CHAPTER XV. Wit. "Black spirits, and white: red spirits, and grey: As Cargil conducted Master James, and the Bedrel upstairs, and towards the grand southern entrance, and shook each of them by the hand, the former observed that nothing should induce him to leave him, in that place unattended. Re "Ye sall gang yer ways, Master James,”—said Cargil, 'Nay not ae word o' remonstrance wull I listen to. turn, incontinent, to yer lodgings, and wi' to-morrow's sun hie thee off to Embro: and to Perth's mansion: tak yer ain measures; keep close: be faithfu' to yer trust: and withoot failzie, meet us at Carlsness, on the appointed day. In the *Of late this place has been restored to its primitive use, the repository of the dead: and a neat and substantial edifice has been reared for the Barony Kirk, hard by. pillars and arches, while the spirits o' the men wha breath. ed them, rose in haly aspirations to the throne o' the Eternal-Hoo mainy o' my sainted faithers and brithren hae, in that venerable place, won souls frae the errors o' their ways, to the Father o' Mercies, through Him wha hung on the cross for us!-In that hallowed spot did my youthfu' frien', and maist beloved brither in Christ, sound the sweetest and most melting tones;-It was there the maist haly and humble o' ministers poured the enchant ment o' his message, in rapturous eloquence, ower the chained spirits o' his audience! yes, there ANDrew Grey prayed, and preached, and wept. Beloved friend o' my youth, dear in the unfading remembrance o' my heart,thoo didst pass away frae oor weeping eyes, and sink into the grave, ripe in thy glory,-in thy twenty-second year! "And here, in like manner,"-continued Cargil, weeping all the while, as he led his young associate with a hurried pace, to the steps leading to the screen of the Nave, and the eastern place of worship, into which the entrance, at that time, led by small side doors,-“ Here it was, in this magnificent place o' worship, that the quondam laird o' East Powrie, whase noble dignity o' soul trampled on riches and earthly honours,-did serve his Master faithfully in the gospel. A man he was o' singular attainments, and undaunted courage. He preached Christ Jesus, and him crucified, in the court o' king Charles I., and in this spot to a high born and splendid audience; withoot fear, and without flattery! Here did the immortal JAMES DURHAM pour his mild and impressive eloquence; and the heart-melting pathos, of his heavenly prayers! My father! my father, the chariots o' Israel, and the horsemen thereof,—I see thee nae mair! Nor thee, much loved Ramsay, nor your companions, and forebears, thae men o' God who, fulfilled their ministry according to the wull o' God, syn the times o' the Refor mation. I am, lingering here, the last of my race!—This way, come this gaite, Master James," he continued, after a pause, and taking him by the arm, "descend we, by thae steps, doon this way among thae arches. Noo, here it was that godly ZACHARIAS BOYD held forth his hamely spoken message, and quoted occasionally the interminable length of o' his ain poetic lines; and his ill timed mints at holy Of the jokes, wi' the best o' intentions in the world, I freely admit, but wi' mistaken views o' the best way o' spreading the knowledge o' God's word amang plain people. He could na be persuaded that it was mair befittin' to elevate the people to the dignity o' truth, than to degrade her to their grovelling minds: to purify and raise them to the dignity of communion with her in her ain palace; than to throw tattered garments ower her, and send her to their hovels!Weel! here it was that honest Zacharias ministered. Him it was my lot to succeed. This is the Barony, or Landward Kirk. It is as capacious, you see, as the place abune it; and its ceiling, o' hewn stane, is sustained by sixty-five massive columns, whose chapters and groined arches are finished wi' exquisite handicraft. the Reformation. Here the princely and sacerdotal dead. into a Kirk, for the spiritual furtherance o' the living.* Ye see the thriftiness of Romanists interred their But we hae converted it CHAPTER XV. Wit. "Black spirits, and white: red spirits, and grey: As Cargil conducted Master James, and the Bedrel upstairs, and towards the grand southern entrance, and shook each of them by the hand, the former observed that nothing should induce him to leave him, in that place unattended. 66 Ye sall gang yer ways, Master James," said Cargil, Nay not ae word o' remonstrance wull I listen to. Return, incontinent, to yer lodgings, and wi' to-morrow's sun hie thee off to Embro: and to Perth's mansion: tak yer ain measures; keep close: be faithfu' to yer trust: and withoot failzie, meet us at Carlsness, on the appointed day. In the * Of late this place has been restored to its primitive use, the repository of the dead: and a neat and substantial cdifice has been reared for the Barony Kirk, hard by. meantime, I shall betake mysel to Wallace's Cave; and to my trusty men o' the West, and Sooth. The services o' auld Donald Cargil, are, for the present, closed here: and aiblins they'll no be withoot their fruits, e'en in ceevils. We hae sent ae barbed arrow beneath the hawk's wing!" Having uttered these words he embraced him affectionately in his arms, and kissed him, as he added ;— 66 Noo, fare thee weel, Master James, my son: the presence o' HIM wha dwelt in the bush, be wi' thy spirit." And wrapping himself up in his long grey cloak, he descended into the aisle of the Barony Kirk. But, "Hully, faither Cargil, bide a wee bit," cried the Bedrel, recollecting himself, and bustling down after him, with his commission from his "Auld Luckie," as he called his wife, "Here, maist worthy pastor, are materials o' a couch on whilk to rest yer weary banes." And he trundled the blankets down the steps, and producing a green wallet, he went on with emphatic nodding and smiles; here, my certie! are plenty o' gude veevers. They're baith mae, and unco better than what my girnell and humble aumbry e'er afforded. I'm no gaun to boast whence they caum. he's a canny haun, that saum auld man, the favourite flonkey o' bonnie Helen Wardlaw, the Bailey's dochter that is. And here's a pint stoup o' the best o' claret." And the old Bedrel raised it up and clanked the lid of the pewter stoup triumphantly. "No the bit pint stoup o' the Southrons, wha, puir ignorant Craters! are content to tak a mutchkin for a pint. Na! na! look ye there, it's a walley Scotch pint. Commend me to the honest ScoTCH for gude measure! An Englisher's pint! ha! ha ha! I pity the scrimpit craters. 'Noo," continued the Bedrel, as he arranged the vivers in due array, and placed the silver flagon by the gausy pint stoup, "ye'll no affront Helen, by refusin' her benison." And he filled up a bumper, and urged it on Cargil. "Ye ken weel, reverend faither, that e'en the prophets o' the Lord slackened their drouth, and moistened their clay wi' wine, and the best o't, yespecially when they waur gaun to seek dealin's wi' invisibles, and haly communications frae heigh Heaven. They had the mense eneugh thus to raise their spirits up to a pitch o' dealin' wi' pure spirits. And, weel I wat, my maist reverend master," and he shrugged up his shoulders and looked fearfully around him, as the last beam of 66 |