were set down for a trysted pair; and this being the case, we were
married as soon as a twelvemonth and a day had passed from the death
of the second Mrs Balwhidder; and neither of us have had occasion to
rue the
bargain. It is, however, but a piece of justice due to my
second wife to say, that this was not a little owing to her good
management; for she had left such a well-plenished house, that her
successor said, we had nothing to do but to
contribute to one
another's happiness.
In this year nothing more
memorable happened in the
parish, saving
that the cotton-mill dam burst about the time of the Lammas flood,
and the waters went forth like a
deluge of
destruction, carrying off
much
victual, and causing a vast of damage to the mills that are
lower down the
stream. It was just a prodigy to see how
calmly Mr
Cayenne acted on that occasion; for, being at other times as crabbed
as a wud terrier, folk were afraid to tell him, till he came out
himself in the morning and saw the devastation; at the sight of
which he gave only a
shrillwhistle, and began to laugh at the idea
of the men fearing to take him the news, as if he had not fortune
and
philosophy enough, as he called it, to
withstand much greater
misfortunes.
CHAPTER XXXVIII YEAR 1797
When I have seen in my walks the irrational creatures of God, the
birds and the beasts, governed by a kindly
instinct in attendance on
their young, often has it come into my head that love and charity,
far more than reason or justice, formed the tie that holds the
world, with all its jarring wants and woes, in social
dependence and
obligation together; and, in this year, a strong verification of the
soundness of this notion was exemplified in the conduct of the poor
haverel lassie Meg Gaffaw, whose naturality on the occasion of her
mother's death I have
related at length in this chronicle.
In the course of the summer, Mr Henry Melcomb, who was a
nephew to
Mr Cayenne, came down from England to see his uncle. He had just
completed his education at the college of Christ Church, in Oxford,
and was the most perfect young gentleman that had ever been seen in
this part of the country.
In his appearance he was a very paragon, with a fine manly
countenance, frank-hearted,
blithe, and, in many points of
character, very like my old friend the Lord Eaglesham, who was shot.
Indeed, in some respects, he was even above his
lordship; for he had
a great turn at ready wit, and could joke and banter in a most
agreeable manner. He came very often to the manse to see me, and
took great pleasure in my company, and really used a freedom that
was so droll, I could scarcely keep my composity and decorum with
him. Among others that shared in his attention, was daft Meg
Gaffaw, whom he had forgathered with one day in coming to see me;
and after conversing with her for some time, he handed her, as she
told me herself, over the kirk-stile like a lady of high degree, and
came with her to the manse door linking by the arm.
From the ill-timed daffin of that hour, poor Meg fell deep in love
with Mr Melcomb; and it was just a playacting to see the arts and
antics she put in practice to win his attention. In her garb, she
had never any sense of a proper
propriety, but went about the
country asking for shapings of silks and satins, with which she
patched her duds,
calling them by the
divers names of robes and
negligees. All
hitherto, however, had been
moderation, compared to
the daffadile of
vanity which she was now seen, when she had
searched, as she said, to the bottom of her
coffer. I cannot take
it upon me to describe her; but she kythed in such a
variety of
cuffs and ruffles, feathers, old gumflowers, painted paper knots,
ribbons, and furs, and laces, and went about gecking and simpering
with an old fan in her hand, that it was not in the power of nature
to look at her with sobriety.
Her first appearance in this masquerading was at the kirk on the
Sunday following her adventure with Mr Melcomb, and it was with a
sore difficulty that I could keep my eyes off her, even in prayer;
and when the kirk skailed, she walked before him, spreading all her
grandeur to catch his eye, in such a manner as had not been seen or
heard of since the prank that Lady Macadam played Miss Betty
Wudrife.
Any other but Mr Melcomb would have been provoked by the fool's
folly; but he humoured her wit, and, to the
amazement of the whole
people, presented her his hand, and allemanded her along in a manner
that should not have been seen in any street out of a king's court,
and far less on the Lord's day. But, alas! this sport did not last
long. Mr Melcomb had come from England to be 'married' to his
cousin, Miss Virginia Cayenne, and poor daft Meg never heard of it
till the banns for their purpose of marriage was read out by Mr
Lorimore on the Sabbath after. The words were scarcely out of his
mouth, when the simple and
innocent natural gave a loud
shriek, that
terrified the whole
congregation, and ran out of the kirk demented.
There was no more finery for poor Meg; but she went and sat opposite
to the windows of Mr Cayenne's house, where Mr Melcomb was, with
clasped hands and beseeching eyes, like a
monumentalstatue in
alabaster, and no
entreaty could drive her away. Mr Melcomb sent
her money, and the bride many a fine thing; but Meg flung them from
her, and clasped her hands again, and still sat. Mr Cayenne would
have let loose the house-dog on her, but was not permitted.
In the evening it began to rain, and they thought that and the
coming darkness would drive her away; but when the servants looked
out before barring the doors, there she was in the same
posture. I
was to perform the marriage
ceremony at seven o'clock in the
morning, for the young pair were to go that night to Edinburgh; and
when I went, there was Meg sitting looking at the windows with her
hands clasped. When she saw me she gave a
shrill cry, and took me
by the hand, and wised me to go back, crying out in a heart-breaking
voice, "O, Sir! No yet--no yet! He'll maybe draw back, and think
of a far truer bride." I was wae for her and very angry with the
servants for laughing at the fond folly of the ill-less thing.
When the marriage was over, and the
carriage at the door, the
bridegroom handed in the bride. Poor Meg saw this, and jumping up
from where she sat, was at his side like a spirit, as he was
stepping in, and,
taking him by the hand, she looked in his face so
piteously, that every heart was
sorrowful, for she could say
nothing. When he pulled away his hand, and the door was shut, she
stood as if she had been charmed to the spot, and saw the chaise
drive away. All that were about the door then spoke to her, but she
heard us not. At last she gave a deep sigh, and the water coming
into her eye, she said, "The worm--the worm is my bonny bridegroom,
and Jenny with the many-feet my
bridal maid. The mill-dam water's
the wine o' the
wedding, and the clay and the clod shall be my
bedding. A lang night is meet for a
bridal, but none shall be
langer than mine." In
saying which words, she fled from among us,
with heels like the wind. The servants pursued; but long before
they could stop her, she was past redemption in the deepest plumb of
the cotton-mill dam.
Few deaths had for many a day happened in the
parish, to cause so
much sorrow as that of this poor silly creature. She was a sort of
household familiar among us, and there was much like the inner side
of
wisdom in the pattern of her
sayings, many of which are still
preserved as proverbs.
CHAPTER XXXIX YEAR 1798
This was one of the heaviest years in the whole course of my
ministry. The spring was slow of coming, and cold and wet when it
did come; the dibs were full, the roads foul, and the ground that
should have been dry at the seed-time, was as claggy as clay, and
clung to the
harrow. The labour of man and beast was thereby
augmented; and all nature being in a state of sluggish
indisposition, it was
evident to every eye of experience that there
would be a great
disappointment to the hopes of the husbandman.
Foreseeing this, I gathered the opinion of all the most sagacious of
my
parishioners, and consulted with them for a
provision against the