CHAPTER LXXIII

Being wounded, as I have rehearsed, at Drumclog, and carried to my own

house, Sarah Lochrig, while she grieved with a mother's grief for the

loss of our first-born and the mournful fate of my honest brother,

advanced my cure more by her loving ministrations to my aching mind,

than by the medicaments that were applied to the bodily wound, in so

much that something like a dawn of comfort was vouchsafed to me.

Our parish was singularly allowed to remain unmolested when, after the

woful day of Bothwell-brigg, Claverhouse came to ravage the shire of

Ayr, and to take revenge for the discomfiture which he had suffered, in

his endeavour to disturb the worship and sacrament at Loudon-hill.

Still, however, at times clouds overcame my spirit; and one night my

daughter Margaret had a remarkable dream, which taught us to expect some

particular visitation.

It was surely a mysterious reservation for the greater calamity which

ensued, that while the vial of wrath was pouring out around us, my house

should have been allowed to remain so unmolested. Often indeed when in

our nightly worship I returned thanks for a blessing so wonderful in

that time of general woe, has a strange fear fallen upon me and I have

trembled in thought, as if the thing for which I sent up the incense of

my thanks to heaven, was a device of the Enemy of man, to make me think

myself more deserving of favour than the thousands of covenanted

brethren who then, in Scotland, were drinking of the bitterness of the

suffering. But in proportion as I was then spared, the heavier

afterwards was my trial.

Among the prisoners taken at Bothwell-brigg were many persons from our

parish and neighbourhood, who, after their unheard-of sufferings among

the tombs and graves of the Greyfriars church-yard at Edinburgh, were

allowed to return home. Though in this there was a show of clemency, it

was yet but a more subtle method of the tyranny to reach new victims.

For those honest men were not long home till grievous circuit-courts

were set agoing, to bring to trial not only all those who were at

Bothwell, or approved of that rising, but likewise those who had been at

the Pentland raid; and the better to ensure condemnation and punishment,

sixteen persons were cited from every parish to bear witness as to who,

among their neighbours, had been out at Bothwell, or had harboured any

of those who were there. The wicked curates made themselves, in this

grievous matter, engines of espionage, by giving in the names of those,

their parishioners, whom they knew could bear the best testimony.

Thus it was, that many who had escaped from the slaughter--from the

horrors of the Greyfriars church-yard--and from the drowning in the

Orkneys,--and, like myself, had resumed their quiet country labour, were

marked out for destruction. For the witnesses cited to Ayr against us

were persons who had been released from the Greyfriars church-yard, as I

have said, and who, being honest men, could not, when put to their

oaths, but bear witness to the truth of the matters charged against us.

And nothing surely could better show the devilish spirit with which

those in authority were at that time actuated, nor the unchristian

nature of the prelacy, than that the prisoners should thus have been set

free to be made the accusers of their neighbours; and that the curates,

men professing to be ministers of the Gospel, should have been such fit

instruments for such unheard-of machinations. But to hasten forward to

the fate and issue of this self-consuming tyranny, I shall leave all

generalities, and proceed with the events of my own case; and, in doing

so, I shall endeavour what is in me to inscribe the particulars with a

steady hand; for I dare no longer now trust myself with looking to the

right or to the left of the field of my matter. I shall, however, try to

narrate things just as they happened, leaving the courteous reader to

judge what passed at the time in the suffocating throbs wherewith my

heart was then affected.

It was the last day of February, of the year following Bothwell-brigg,

that, in consequence of these subtle and wicked devices, I was taken up.

I had, from my wound, been in an ailing state for many months, and could

then do little in the field; but the weather for the season was mild,

and I had walked out in the tranquillity of a sunny afternoon to give my

son Joseph some instructions in the method of ploughing; for, though he

was then but in his thirteenth year, he was a by-common stripling in

capacity and sense. He was indeed a goodly plant; and I had hoped, in my

old age, to have sat beneath the shelter of his branches; but the axe of

the feller was untimely laid to the root, and it was too soon, with all

the blossoms of the fairest promise, cast down into the dust. But my

task now is of vengeance and justice, not of sorrowing, and I must more

sternly grasp the iron pen.

A party of soldiers, who had been that afternoon sent out to bring in

certain persons (among whom I was one) in a list malignantly transmitted

to the Archbishop of Glasgow, by Andrew Dornoch, the prelatic usurper of

our minister's place, as I was leaving the field where my son was

ploughing, saw me from the road, and ordered me to halt till they came

up, or they would fire at me.

It would have been unavailing of me, in the state I then was, to have

attempted to flee, so I halted; and, after some entreaty with the

soldiers, got permission from them to have my horse and cart yoket, as I

was not very well, and so to be carried to Ayr. And here I should note

down that, although there was in general a coarse spirit among the

King's forces, yet in these men there was a touch of common humanity.

This was no doubt partly owing to their having been some months

quartered in Irvine, where they became naturally softened by the

friendly spirit of the place. It was not, however, ordained that men so

merciful should be permitted to remain long there.

As it was an understood thing that the object of the trials to which the

Covenanters were in this manner subjected was chiefly to raise money and

forfeitures for the rapacious Duke of Lauderdale, then in the rule and

power of the council at Edinburgh, my being carried away prisoner to Ayr

awakened less grief and consternation in my family than might have been

expected from the event. Through the humane permission of my guard,

having a little time to confer with Sarah Lochrig before going away, it

was settled between us that she should gather together what money she

could procure, either by loan or by selling our corn and cattle, in

order to provide for the payment of the fine that we counted would be

laid upon us. I was then taken to the tolbooth of Ayr, where many other

covenanted brethren were lying to await the proceedings of the

circuit-court, which was to be opened by the Lord Kelburne from Glasgow,

on the second day after I had been carried thither.

Among the prisoners were several who knew me well, and who condoled as

Christians with me for the loss I had sustained at Bothwell; so, but for

the denial of the fresh and heavenly air, and the freedom of the fields,

the time of our captivity might have been a season of much solace: for

they were all devout men, and the tolbooth, instead of resounding with

the imprecations of malefactors, became melodious with the voice of

psalms and of holy communion, and the sweet intercourse of spirits that

delighted in one another for the constancy with which they had borne

their testimony.

When the Lord Kelburne arrived, on the first day that the court opened,

I was summoned to respond to the offences laid to my charge, if any

charge of offence it may be called, wherein the purpose of the court was

seemingly to search out opinions that might serve as matter to justify

the infliction of the fines,--the whole end and intent of those circuits

not being to award justice, but to find the means of extorting money. In

some respects, however, I was more mercifully dealt by than many of my

fellow-sufferers; but in order to show how, even in my case, the laws

were perverted, I will here set down a brief record of my examination or

trial, as it was called.

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