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The Ayrshire Legatees-Part17_John Galt(1779-1839)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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about them think of nothing but money; for when I inquired, with a

reverent spirit, seeing around me the tombs of great and famous men,



the mighty and wise of their day, what department it was of the

Abbey--"It's the eighteenpence department," said an uncircumcised



Philistine, with as little respect as if we had been treading the

courts of the darling Dagon.



Our concerns here are now drawing to a close; but before we return,

we are going for a short time to a town on the seaside, which they



call Brighton. We had a notion of taking a trip to Paris, but that

we must leave to Andrew Pringle, my son, and his sister Rachel, if



the bit lassie could get a decent gudeman, which maybe will cast up

for her before we leave London. Nothing, however, is settled as yet



upon that head, so I can say no more at present anent the same.

Since the affair of the sermon, I have withdrawn myself from



trafficking so much as I did in the missionary and charitable ploys

that are so in vogue with the pious here, which will be all the



better for my own people, as I will keep for them what I was giving

to the unknown; and it is my design to write a book on almsgiving,



to show in what manner that Christian duty may be best fulfilled,

which I doubt not will have the effect of opening the eyes of many



in London to the true nature of the thing by which I was myself

beguiled in this Vanity Fair, like a bird ensnared by the fowler.



I was concerned to hear of poor Mr. Witherspoon's accident, in

falling from his horse in coming from the Dalmailing occasion. How



thankful he must be, that the Lord made his head of a durability to

withstand the shock, which might otherwise have fractured his skull.



What you say about the promise of the braird gives me pleasure on

account of the poor; but what will be done with the farmers and



their high rents, if the harvest turn out so abundant? Great reason

have I to be thankful that the legacy has put me out of the



reverence of my stipend; for when the meal was cheap, I own to you

that I felt my carnality grudging the horn of abundance that the



Lord was then pouring into the lap of the earth. In short, Mr.

Micklewham, I doubt it is o'er true with us all, that the less we



are tempted, the better we are; so with my sincere prayers that you

may be delivered from all evil, and led out of the paths of



temptation, whether it is on the highway, or on the footpaths, or

beneath the hedges, I remain, dear sir, your friend and pastor,



ZACHARIAH PRINGLE.

"The Doctor," said Mrs. Glibbans, as the schoolmaster concluded, "is



there like himself--a true orthodox Christian, standing up for the

word, and overflowing with charity even for the sinner. But, Mr.



Snodgrass, I did not ken before that the bishops had a hand in the

making of the Acts of the Parliament; I think, Mr. Snodgrass, if



that be the case, there should be some doubt in Scotland about

obeying them. However that may be, sure am I that the queen, though



she was a perfect Deliah, has nothing to fear from them; for have we

not read in the Book of Martyrs, and other church histories, of



their concubines and indulgences, in the papist times, to all manner

of carnal iniquity? But if she be that noghty woman that they say"-



-"Gude safe's," cried Mrs. Craig, "if she be a noghty woman, awa'

wi' her, awa' wi' her--wha kens the cantrips she may play us?"



Here Miss Mally Glencairn interposed, and informed Mrs. Craig, that

a noghty woman was not, as she seemed to think, a witch wife. "I am



sure," said Miss Becky Glibbans, "that Mrs. Craig might have known

that." "Oh, ye're a spiteful deevil," whispered Miss Mally, with a



smile to her; and turning in the same moment to Miss Isabella Tod,

begged her to read Miss Pringle's letter--a motion which Mr.



Snodgrass seconded chiefly to abridge the conversation, during

which, though he wore a serenecountenance, he often suffered much.



LETTER XXVIII

Miss Rachel Pringle to Miss Isabella Tod



My Dear Bell--I am much obliged by your kind expressions for my

little present. I hope soon to send you something better, and



gloves at the same time; for Sabre has been brought to the point by

an alarm for the Yorkshire baronet that I mentioned, as showing



symptoms of the tender passion for my fortune. The friends on both

sides being satisfied with the match, it will take place as soon as






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