St. Cuthbert's Part 20
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"I'm no' sayin' it was the yin or the ither," replied the old precentor, a familiar frosty flavour in his voice, "an' if it was, I'll no' confess it to ony yin but G.o.d--but I'm misdootin' I was ower hard on the hymes."
"What hymns, Archie?" I asked, seeking only to make easier his acknowledgment of error, ever difficult to Scottish lips. For, if the truth were told, Scotchmen secretly divide sins into three cla.s.ses, those of omission, of commission, and of admission.
"Ye ken fine," he made reply, "div ye no' mind hoo Margaret an' Angus Strachan compeared afore the Kirk Session wi' their prayer for man-made hymes i' the kirk?"
"Yes, Archie, I remember--the Session denied their request."
Ah me, I thought, how much has befallen Margaret and Margaret's father since that night!
"Ay, I ken that; an' I'm no' regrettin'--but I'm dootin' I was ower hard on the hymes. My speerit was aye ower fiery for an elder. But King Dauvit himsel' was mair fearsome than me wi' blasphemers--no' to ca'
Margaret yin; but I'm mindin' that the Maister aye took anither way, a better yin, I'm dootin'. An' I'm feart I was mair like Dauvit, for a'
I'd raither be like the Maister."
"You have the right of it, Archie; He showed us the more excellent way."
"Forbye," Archie went on, pursuing his line of thought, "I've my misgivin's aboot wha wrote thae hymes. It wasna the deevil, an' it wasna Watts, an' it wasna yon great Methody body; they set them doon, nae doot--but wha started them? I'm sair dootin' they had their rise amang the hills, the same whaur Dauvit saw the glory o' G.o.d."
"Above the hills of time," I added softly.
"An' what's mair, it kind o' came to me that a hyme micht be a prayer, ye ken. Noo, your prayer in the kirk is no' inspired. That is, no' like Dauvit's psalms--but it's upliftin' for a' that. An' I'm thinkin' that mebbe it's nae waur to lilt a prayer than to speak yin, an' mebbe the great Methody was prayin' when he said:
"'Let me to Thy bosom fly,'
an' I'm dootin' we micht dae waur than jine wi' him."
"There is no more fitting prayer for such an hour as this," I responded, thinking it meet to incline his thoughts towards the encircling glow with which the last great morning was already illumining his face.
But Archie still pursued his line of thought. No such great concession as this was to be left undefined; this codicil to his whole life's will and testament must be explained.
"I ken the hymes never had what I micht ca' a fair chance wi' me. My faither cudna thole them, an' he cudna bide ony ither body to thole them. He aye said the heather wasna dry yet wi' the Covenanters' bluid.
Ma ain girlie, wee Kirsty,--she likit them fine, but I forbade her. This was the way it cam aboot--div ye mind the year o' the Exposeetion in Paris? Weel, me an' Kirsty's mither took a jaunt an' gaed till't. We was ower three weeks amang thae foreign fowk, wi' nae parritch an' nae psalm. We gaed frae Paris to the auld hame in Ettrick, an' 'twas like gae'n to Abraham's bosom frae the ither place. Weel, the first Sabbath day, we gaed to the auld Scotch kirk, and we were starvin' for the bread o' life.
"Naethin' had we had but the bit sweeties o' the English kirk near by, wi' their confections--an' ance we gaed to the Catholic, but it was a holiday. Weel, as I was sayin', we gaed to the Ettrick kirk an' the minister came into the pulpit wi' his goon an' bands--fair graun it was.
"'Let us wors.h.i.+p G.o.d,' he said, an' 'twas like the click o' the gate at hame. Then he gied oot a psalm:
"'So they from strength unwearied go Still forward unto strength.'
"The precentor was naethin' graun. I have heard better in St.
Cuthbert's. He was oot mebbe a quarter o' a beat in his time, but the auld words had their power; 'twas like as if I heard my mither's voice again, an' I cudna sing for greetin', but my hairt aye keepit time, an'
I resolved then no' to let Kirsty sing the hymes ony mair--but I'm misdootin' I've been wrang."
Backward rolled the night and onward rolled the day as we kept our vigil by the dying bed. Ever solemn hour, rehearsal of a darker yet to be! For that same mystery shall wrap every watcher's heart, and others then shall stand by the fallen sentinels.
Archie slumbered and waked by turns. We were just beginning to feel the approach of the magnetic dawn when he awoke from an hour's sleep.
"The nicht's near gane," he said, "an' I'll sleep nae mair; for I aye likit to greet the mornin' licht."
We gathered closer, the old childish instinct which drove us to the wharf's very edge when the sails were being hoisted and the anchor weighed.
He beckoned me closer and I bent to catch his words.
"Ye micht gie thae thochts o' mine to the Session gin the maitter comes up again--aboot the hymes, ye ken, aboot hoo they micht be made intil a prayer."
I silently gave the promise.
"An' mair--I dinna forbid ye to sing a bit hyme at the funeral. Let Wullie Allison lift the tune, for he aye keeps the time. Yon Methody's hyme wad dae:
"'Hide me, oh, my Saviour hide Till the storm of life is past,'
for the wind'll be doon then, I'm hopin'.
"The fowk'll think it strange, for they a' ken my convictions, sae ye'd better close wi' a paraphrase:
"'Then will He own His servant's name Before His father's face.'
That wad dae fine, for it's a' o' grace thegither."
Archie lay silent for a time, breathing heavily, the tumult of the last great conflict blending every moment with the peace of the last great surrender. An instant later, the dying face seemed lightened, like one who descries the lights of home.
"I canna juist mind the words; is it the outgoin' o' the mornin' He makes to rejoice?"
"And the evening," I said quickly, "the evening too, Archie."
"Aye," he answered peacefully, "I thocht He wadna forget the gloamin'.
Aye, mair the evenin' than the mornin', I'm thinkin'."
His face was radiant now, for the morning light had pa.s.sed us watchers by, its glory resting on the face that loved to greet it.
"Haud ma haun, guid-wife," his voice upborne by the buoyancy of death.
"I'm slippin' fast into the licht. I see what they ca' the gates o'
deith. The licht has found them oot. They've been sair maligned, I'm thinkin'. The pulpit has misca'd them, but the believer's deein' lips can ca' them fair. They're the gates o' deith, nae doot, but the Maister hauds the keys."
We stood as close to the old precentor as we might, but we were in the shadow still. For death seldom shares his surprises with the alien and is selfish with his secret luxuries.
"Hark ye!" the dying man suddenly cried. "Div ye no' hear the sang? It's graun ayont the thocht o' man. They're a' in white, an' it's 'Martyrdom'
is the tune. Wha's leadin' them? I see Him fine; it's Him wha made the sang itsel'. It's Him wha's leadin' them. Div ye no' ken what they're singin'? It's the new sang, the sang o' Moses an' the Lamb. An' hark ye!
it's the same as the psalm my mither taught me. I canna tell the yin frae the ither."
And the old precentor hurried on to join the choir invisible.
XXII
"_The MILLS of The G.o.dS_"
St. Cuthbert's Part 20
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