CHAPTER XLVII

Nothing particular happened till the second week of November, when a

citation came from Irvine, commanding the attendance of Mr Swinton, on a

suffragan of Fairfoul's, under the penalties of the proclamation. In the

meantime we had been preparing for the event; and my father having been

some time no more, and my brother with his family in a house of their

own, it was settled between him and me, that I should take our mother

into mine, in order that the beild of Quharist might be given up to the

minister and his houseless little ones; which all our neighbours much

commended; and there was no slackness on their part in making a

provision to supply the want of his impounded stipend.

As all had foreseen, Mr Swinton, for not appearing to the citation, was

pronounced a non-conformist; and the same night, after dusk, a party of

the soldiers, that were marched from Ayr into Irvine on the day of the

proclamation, came to drive him out of the manse.

There was surely in this a needless and exasperating severity, for the

light of day might have served as well; but the men were not to blame,

and the officer who came with them, having himself been tried in the

battles of the Covenant, and being of a humane spirit, was as meek and

compassionate in his tyrannical duty as could reasonably be hoped for.

He allowed Mrs Swinton to take away her clothes, and the babies, that

were asleep in their beds, time to be awakened and dressed, nor did he

object to their old ploughman, Robin Harrow, taking sundry articles of

provision for their next morning's repast; so that, compared with the

lewd riots and rampageous insolence of the troopers in other places, we

had great reason to be thankful for the tenderness with which our

minister and his small family of seven children were treated on that

memorable night.

It was about eight o'clock when Martha, the eldest daughter, came flying

to me like a demented creature, crying the persecutors were come, with

naked swords and dreadful faces; and she wept and wrung her hands,

thinking they were then murdering her parents and brothers and sisters.

I did, however, all that was in my power to pacify her, saying our lots

were not yet laid in blood, and, leaving her to the consolatory

counsellings of my wife, I put on my bonnet and hastened over to the

manse.

The night was troubled and gusty. The moon was in her first quarter, and

wading dim and low through the clouds on the Arran hills. Afar off, the

bars of Ayr, in their roaring, boded a storm, and the stars were

rushing through a swift and showery south-west carry. The wind, as it

hissed over the stubble, sounded like the whisperings of desolation; and

I was thrice startled in my walk by passing shapes and shadows, whereof

I could not discern the form.

At a short distance from the manse door I met the godly sufferer and his

destitute family, with his second youngest child in his arms. Mrs

Swinton had their baby at her bosom, and the other four poor, terrified,

helpless creatures were hirpling at their sides, holding them by the

skirts, and often looking round in terror, dreading the persecutors, by

whom they were in that dismal and inclement night so cast upon the mercy

of the elements. But He that tempers the wind to the shorn lamb was

their protector.

"You see, Ringan Gilhaize," said the minister, "how it fares with them

in this world whose principles are at variance with the pretensions of

man. But we are mercifully dealt by--a rougher manner and a harder

heart, in the agent of persecution that has driven us from house and

home, I had laid my account for; therefore, even in this dispensation, I

can see the gentle hand of a gracious Master, and I bow the head of

thankfulness."

While we were thus speaking and walking towards Quharist, several of the

neighbours, who had likewise heard the alarm of what had thus come to

pass, joined us on the way; and I felt within myself that it was a proud

thing to be able to give refuge and asylum to an aged gospel minister

and his family in such a time and on such a night.

We had not been long in the house when a great concourse of his friends

and people gathered around, and among others Nahum Chapelrig, who had

been some time his father's successor in the school. But all present

were molested and angry with him, for he came in battle array, with the

sword and gun that he had carried in the raids of the civil war, and was

bragging of valorous things then needful to be done.

"Nahum Chapelrig," said the Worthy to him with severity, "this is no

conduct for the occasion. It would hae been a black day for Scotland had

her children covenanted themselves for temporal things. No, Nahum; if

the prelatic reprobation now attempted on the kirk gang nae farther

than outing her ministers from their kirks and manses, it maun be

tholet; so look to it, that ye give not the adversary cause to reproach

us with longing for the flesh-pots of Egypt when we are free to taste of

the heavenly manna. I redde ye, therefore, Nahum Chapelrig, before these

witnesses, to unbuckle that belt of war, and lay down thae weapons of

offence. The time of the shield and banner may come owre soon upon us.

Let us not provoke the smiter, lest he draw his sword against us, and

have law and reason on his side. Therefore, I say unto thee, Peter, put

up thy sword."

The zealous dominie, being thus timeously rebuked, unharnessed himself,

and the minister having returned thanks for the softness with which the

oppression was let down upon him, and for the pious affection of his

people, we returned home to our respective dwellings.

But though by this Christian submission the power of cruelty was at that

time rendered innocent towards all those who did as Mr Swinton had done,

we were, nevertheless, not allowed to remain long unvisited by another

swirl of the rising storm. Before the year was out, Fairfoul, the

Glasgow Antichrist, sent upon us one of the getts that prelacy was then

so fast adopting for her sons and heirs. A lang, thin, bare lad he was,

that had gotten some spoonful or two of pagan philosophy at college, but

never a solid meal of learning, nor, were we to judge by his greedy

gaping, even a satisfactory meal of victuals. His name was Andrew

Dornock; and, poor fellow, being eschewed among us on account of his

spiritual leprosy, he drew up with divers loose characters, that were

nae overly nice of their company.

This made us dislike him more and more, in so much that, like others of

his nature and calling, he made sore and secret complaints of his

parishioners to his mitred master; representing, for aught I ken to the

contrary, that, instead of believing the Gospel according to Charles

Stuart, we preferred that of certain four persons, called Matthew, Mark,

Luke and John, of whom, it may be doubted, if he, poor man, knew more

than the names. But be that as it may, to a surety he did grievously

yell and cry, because we preferred listening to the Gospel melody of Mr

Swinton under a tree to his feckless havers in the kirk; as if it was

nae a more glorious thing to worship God in the freedom and presence of

universal Nature, beneath the canopy of all the heavens, than to bow the

head in the fetters of episcopal bondage below the stoury rafters of an

auld bigging, such as our kirk was, a perfect howf of cloks and spiders.

Indeed, for that matter, it was said that the only sensible thing Andrew

Dornock ever uttered from the pulpit was, when he first rose to speak

therein, and which was caused by a spider, that just at the moment

lowered itself down into his mouth: "O Lord," cried the curate, "we're

puzhened wi' speeders!"

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