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“But even in the darkest ages of Popery, in I measured the old parish church in Scotland, their labors were not lost; and their sight of it, some 20 feet by 12, with perseverance and example, there can be little

two windows and one door, large doubt, afterwards, contributed to hasten on the reformation in Scotland.

enough one hundred and twenty years “Though noticed by various writers, as having ago, for all the pious in the environs. existed all over Britain at a very early period, | I also read some of the humble and the first definite accounts that can be depended dilapidated monuments around it, on, of the Culdees, tell us that, in the year 662,

| sculptured over with coarse symbols Columba, generally understood to be a native of Ireland, and of royalextraction, reached Iona, of departed husbands, parents, and or island of waves, on the west of Scotland, children, indicative of more feeling having perforined his perilous voyage in a than taste, of more natural affection curach, a wicker boat, covered with hides. th

than faith, and of more sorrow for the He had taken with him twelve companions, who afterwards formed the council of the college

dead than of hope in a future and of Iona; and it deserves notice that, when better life. the Culdees formed new colleges, they uniformly In Dunfermline we had a pleasant adhered to the same number in imitation of the

meeting with many brethren both of primitive apostolic number of twelve. On his first landing, he ascended several hills, to

the Scotch Baptists and disciples, at ascertain whether he could see his native a love-feast, too often in modern country; on each of these hills he erected a Scotch style called a soiree. We enheap of stones, most of which are still pointed joyed it much. After which we reout to tourists. And the last of these hills

paired to a large Relief meetingwhich he ascended is still called by the people of the island, Carnau chet reh Eirinn, or the

house, crowded to overflowing. After height of the back turned to Ireland. There a few allusions to the placards, we he founded the college, or abbey, so well known succeeded in having a most concenby his name; and which, considering the trated attention till a late hour of the situation of the island, the remote period when the buildings were erected, as well as the dis- evening, and were &

evening, and were glad to learn that advantage under which they had been under- our discourse was heard with much taken, may justly be considered the greatest candour ; and if it did not fully concuriosities of the kind in the British empire. I vince many, at least propitiated a Of the interest taken in them by travellers, two

more candid hearing of our plea for remarkable examples of individuals in several respects, of not uncongenial minds, may serve

reformation. as specimens :

After enjoying the Christian hospi“We are now treading,' says Dr. Johnson, tality of brother White and his kind in his Journey to the Hebrides, that illustrious family, and on the next morning an island, which was once the luminary of the interview with some of the Elders of Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and the people. I made a call at the Bruce roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge and the blessings of religion. To abstract

church, then in the progress of imthe mind from all local emotion would be im. provement-scanned its magnificent possible, if it were endeavored, and would be pulpit, raised over the bones of King foolish, if it were possible. Whatever with

Robert Bruce-read its learned superdraws us from the power of our senses; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future,

scription, surveyed its magnificent predominate over the present, advances us in | structure, and hasted to the boat the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me about to sail for Falkirk, on my way and from my friends be such frigid philosophy to Glasgow, where I arrived in due as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over time to address a congregation in the any ground, which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be evening, and to enjoy a pleasant inenvied, whose patriotism would not gain force terview with some brethren of the upon the plains of Marathon, or whose piety vicinity, amongst whom was brother would not grow warmer among the ruins of | Ebenezer Allan, of Linlithgow, and Iona.'”

other choice spirits, there being no After repeatedly casting my eyes church in the place. Next day ) over this beautiful lake, its lonely reached the city of Glasgow, and tower, and the surrounding country, 'found myself quite at home in the cerity.


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After the tumult ceas I had an attentive the end of my series ; br my imprisonment not again advert visited Paisley, wh church of inten spectable bret apostolic Chri servers of the

the scriptures, understand the word disasters .hcard with interest and and appropriate it. In such proposi- eigh+ le heard several of these tions there is an almost universal af- *

aches of brethren from a firmative agreement among all partir

and were pleased with their The controversy has respect

ght forward simplicity and godly means by which the sinner thus to apply his reason

Having been introduced to brother tion to the word. WE

Ivie Campbell, Esq. of Dalzig, Cumproclaimed word fin

nock, Ayrshire, then in attendance at insensible, somer

Mon in Paisley and his excellent lady, I prosome surcharged

| posed to take an excursion with him and some “ goc

| for health to the town of Ayr, after viii. 15. WY

however, delivering a discourse at Kilmarnock, good and

Ephesian some twenty miles from Glasgow. assuredly

ad the town Brother Campbell is a fruit of the prior to

opolis been “Rice Debate.” Educated in the -a pr

pirit and cha- University of Glasgow a Presbyterian lutely

in my opinion, and for a Presbyterian minister, the former occasion, class-mate, friend, and companion of

Pollok, author of the “ Course of it ceased, however, Time," he was wholly Presbyterian ve

tire congregation to in spirit, education, and connections. eries, interrupted only But having got hold of that discussion, iment, to which I need he got iuto the spirit of it, and could įvert. On the 29th I not lay it down till he fully compreley, where there is a large hended it on every point. The result # intelligent and highly re- was his renunciation of Presbyterian

brethren, greatly devoted to | ism and his immersion in the original e Christianity and zealous ob- faith delivered by the Apostles.

of the ordinances formerly Farming, as he does, in patriarchal red to the saints. We had a style, feeding his flocks of twelve

pleasant day with the brethren thousand sheep, and his large herds in Paisley on my first visit.

of several hundred cattle, on some ten "The basement story of their meeting- or twelve thousand acres, he has been

ouse is arranged for a large dining- able to build up a church on his own room. Every Lord's day the church premises, of his own tenantry-shepdines together, so that from town and herds and farmers. He is, indeed, alcountry all meet as one family. This together in earnest in contending for custom has much to commend it. the faith formerly delivered to the Their Lord's day dinners are thus saints—and does it very successfully converted into love-feasts. It would for the time. Few men of his age cost a church much less to dine in have drunk more deeply into the spirit common, gentle and simple, rich and of original Christianity, and few are poor, together thus, than in their re- more deeply interested in its propagaspective houses, and certainly is much tion and spread in the world. more social and hospitable. There During a very interesting ride with are, indeed, no sumptuous tables him to the town of Ayr and to Burns' spread, no rich and varied courses of Monument, I learned much of Poloppressive luxury, furnished ; but lok, the youthful author of that very there is a good substantial meal, and popular poem, THE COURSE OF TIME. a few courses of thanksgiving and On calling my attention to the island praise, with a little speech or report of Arran, as we passed in sight of it, of news from some strange brother, 'he informed me of a Soliloquy written

delivered to i very pleasant

by Pollok while sojourning in that Earth, death, and hell are conquered by Him island, in the earlier ages of that con

aces of that con. In whom resides all streugth.

| Eternal victory is thine, immortal life, and eversumption which carried him hence.

lasting bliss !" The Soliloquy never having been printed, on hearing him repeat it I We visited the town of “ AULD requested a copy of it, and having | AYR ;” crossed both the old and new very promptly and kindly received it bridge of the “BONNY DOON;" walked from him a few days afterwards, I round the “KIRK ALLOWAY ;” and here present it, for the first time in spent half an hour at Burns' Monuprint, to our readers. Pollok being ment, standing in the midst of the much alone on the mountain island of beauties of Nature and Art. While Arran, and oft dejected amid the al- there, the wind blew strong and loud, ternations of his disease, gave utter- and shower succeeded shower in quick ance to a fit of melancholy, in the fol- succession, so that we could not much lowing words :

| enjoy the scene. “My soul is ill at ease, my thonghts disordered ; | Some familiar mementos of the Tortured with pain, convulsed with doubt and poet are preserved in it :-A lock of passion.

his hair ; his Testament, presented to As when against a hapless bark billows tremenduous dash,

a sister ; and some specimens of his And tempest rolls on her all the fury of con

| writings. The monument is neat and flicting elements.

chaste rather than magnificent, and Baffled his ev'ry plan, and stupified, the sca- the grounds around it are in keeping man's

with the monument. IIardly soul sinks careless down, and heedless

We also visited the cottage, and waits The yawning desolation ; so 'mid the evils even the antique little room, some which

eight feet by ten, in which our poet Beset my soul, she founders on unheedful of her was born, and even noted the four

fate. And must I let her thus be toss'd and scourg'd

light window through which he first By the dread billows of this nether world? saw the light of day. This humble Is it like being immortal thus to be foiled, cottage is still much frequented ; and To be undone by things ephemeral ? It must is, therefore, kept in its ancient neat

not be: Life and eternal joy, a crown immortal, imparted

ness and simplicity. There is ever By the Grandeur infinite, of glory uncreate,

present a presiding mistress, with awaits thee,

something to sell touching the poetAnd will be thine, if in the path of duty thou a picture or a poem, as an apology for abid'st.

a sixpence or a shilling. That God who spoke the world into being, and

The yet too much frequented Inn, still With arm omnipotent maintains the revolution

bearing the motto of “Tam o'Shanter,” vast

where Burns conceived the bright idea Of varied things, hath sworn by the eternal of “ John Barleycorn,” yet stands in

That he who perseveres in Well doing, and fights

Ayr, and many an unlucky toast is The fight of faith, and turns not back, shall im

yet offered to the memory of one mortality

whose genius to himself, we fear, and In honour gain. Rise, rise, my soul! behold to many an admirer, was a misfortune, the beatific vision bright,

or a curse, rather than a blessing. And say how ill it fits thus to fret, to be dis- |

Prostituted talent or genius is more may'd at Time's most horrid frown; Put on the Christian armour : bravely fight the to be regretted than financial bankhosts

ruptcy and ruin, and is a greater curse Of earth and hell; fear not their strength. to mankind than a pestilence or a Power, wisdom infinite, are on thy side:

famine. When we think of the many The mighty arm which parted Arab's gulf, Whelm'd Égypt's guilty host infuriate, fights

spiritual odes and sweet lyric strains for thee.

of devotion-what psalms, and hymns, Away, then, ye bugbears that surround my soul!' and spiritual songs a Pindar, an

Anacreon, a Horace, or a Burns, honoring and rewarding its own. guided by the light from above, might We had a pleasant meeting and have given to the world—what pious love-feast with the brethren of Kiland joyful emotions they might have marnock, and a fine audience of its excited in disconsolate bosoms - citizens. On our return from Ayr what sentiments of grateful adoration, we visited Irvine, dined with brother wonder, love, and praise, they might Rollo, uncle of Lord Rollo, an excelhave inspired into the ininds of youth ; lent brother, an amateur in the fine we cannot but deplore the alienation arts, greatly devoted to the cause of of their minds and the prostitution of reformation. While in Irvine, he their genius to themes so ignoble, so had the presence of mind to call my mean, so demoralizing as those which / attention to the birth-place of James seem to have engrossed their every Montgomery, high in the list of Brithought; or, at least, to have tinctured tish poets, as a religious and moral every thing they wrote with the poet, and well known to many of our poison of irreverence, profanity, and readers in this country as the author licentiousness. The occasional ap- of “The Wanderer of Switzerland." parently devout and beautifully ex- Brother Rollo conducted me to the pressed moralsentiments which sparkle spot of his birth—to the room, humin their lines, are but to delude more ble, indeed, it was, as the natal spot fatally and to corrupt more effectually of many a poet has been, where first the minds of youth, than were they he breathed the vital air, and learned never to have alluded to any thing the poetry of youth. Like all great beyond the revelry of mirth, animal poets and all great men, Montgomery passion, the arts of Cupid, the charms was fond of liberty : hence his symof Venus, or the joys of Bacchus. I pathy with the Swiss, and his beautiful

I could not, then, visit the monu- verses put into the mouth of the ment of a Shakspere, a Scott, or a Wanderer : Burns, as I could those of a Milton, | In the twilight of my day, a Newton, a Locke, a Beattie, a I am hastening to the West, Cowper, a Campbell, or a Watt. Il

There my weary limbs to lay,

Where the sun returns to rest. have, indeed, great respect for human greatness, for men of great genius and

Far beyond the Atlantic floods,

Stretch'd beneath the ev’ning sky. great talents ; but much more for

Realms of mountains, dark with woods, great goodness, great'moral excellence. In Columbia's bosom, lie. But unfortunately these are not the

There in glens and caverns rude, world's great favorites. I never read Silent since the world began, of a monument to Mary who bathed Dwells the virgin, solitude the Saviour's feet with her tears, nor

Unbetray'd by faithless man ! to a widow that gave her two mites Where a tyrant never trod -to the treasury of the Lord. I have

Where a slave was never known;

But where nature worships God, seen a statue of Howard the Philan- |

In the wilderness alone, thropist, a picture of William Penn,

Thither, thither would I roam; and one of Roger Williams ; but no

There my children may be free; splendid pillar nor grand monument I for them will find a homecelebrates their praise. The Duke They shall find a grave for me. of Wellington has more of England's Though my father's bones afar, glory than all the saints of the realm, In their native land repose; and France has done more to honor

Yet, beneath the twilight star,

Soft on mine the turf shall close. Napoleon than she has done for all

Though the mould that wraps my clay, her moral and spiritual benefactors of

When the storm of life is o'er, a thousand years. The world needs

Never since creation lay no new lessons on the subject of On a human breast before ;

Yet in sweet communion there,

which, by light of moon, I sometimes When she follows too the dead,

rambled, some forty years ago, at the Shall my bosom’s partner share Her poor husband's lowly bed.

dead hour of night, in communion Albert's babes shall deck our grave,

with the dead. This, it is alledged, And my daughters duteous tears

is the oldest Gothic cathedral in Bid the tiow'ry verdure wave

Scotland. Through the wintry waste of years ! The splendid gateway and delightI looked around the room, and at ful shrubbery every where surroundthe old nurse who kept possession of ing the sculptured walks, solemnly it, with all the interest that the mem- adorned with monumental columns, ory of Montgomery could awaken, greatly enhance the melancholy pleaand also some reminiscences of Mo- sures of a visit to this capacious and ravian history could inspire. , much adorned garden of the dead.

From Irvine we returned to Glas- If any can lift his eyes from the gow to prosecute our lectures in the scenes immediately around him, city, which we did till the memorable either to survey the vast city of three 6th of September.

hundred thousand inhabitants, or the On the morning of the 6th, accom- surrounding country, he can have a panied by a few brethren and sisters, feast of the eye of the most interestwe made a visit to the Necropolis, to ing variety, as well as of the very which we learned when entering our richest and grandest dimensions. Innames at the gate, almost a million of tersected by the broad and gently persons had paid a visit during the flowing Clyde, the city stretches, “ in preceding year. This is a vast burial long perspective,” on every sidefield, where stands many a splendid while a country, beautiful and romonument, and lies many of the mantic, reaching to the uplands of the sainted dead. We spent a forenoon, four shires of Lanark, Renfrew, Dumone of the most beautiful and happy barton, and Argyle, completes the I had spent in Scotland, in conversing picture, and leaves little to be added with the living, and yet communing either to diversify or adorn the scene. with the dead.

But there was one object which Passing over the “Bridge of Sighs,” more than any other interested me beyond the old cathedral, we reached within these solemn and greatly ornathe city of the dead. A bold and mented precincts. It was the walledsplendid arch spans Molendinar Burn, off corner allotted to the Jews, at whose waters, when collected into whose gate I sat and transcribed with a small dam or lake, dash violently my pencil these truthful and heartover an artificial cascade, down a touching lines, engraven on the ensteep ravine, affording a sort of melan- trance of their burial ground : choly cheerfulness to the scenes around | Oh! we

| “Oh! weep for those who wept by Babel's us. The statue of Knox on the sum

stream, mit first arrests and absorbs our at- Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream; tention; then those of William Weep for the harp of Judah’s broken shell; M'Gavin, Dr. Dick of Glasgow, and

Mourn, where their God hath dwelt, the god

less dwell! Charles Tennant of St. Rollox.

Oh! where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet, The statue of Knox, on the summit,

And where shall Zion's songs again seem sweet, looks down upon the old cathedral, And Judah’s melody once more rejoice 250 feet below, in which, in my | The hearts that leapt before its heavenly voice! youthful days, I sometimes sat in ad- Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, miration of the living doctors of that Where shall ye flee away, and be at rest ? day. Around this venerable cathe- | The wild dove hath her nest—the fox, his cave; dral lie the crumbling memorials of Mankind their country - Israel but the grave !" five and twenty generations, amongst I must leave these verses with you,

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