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another, we were quite sure that we saw | pasian Creed on the appointed feasts of Simple, Sloth, and Presumption (three fat the Church. grain merchants) encamped for the hot. It appears that on Whit-Sunday he reweather night under a tree. Her father monstrated about that omission with Mr. was always valorous Christian, and a Douglas so earnestly as almost to forget certain bazaar of sweetmeat sellers and his habitual respect. Several of the cate. bright printed calicos was Vanity Fair. chists had afterwards called at the mis. The hillock in the judge's garden became sion-house to urge the same view. A numthe top of the Delectable Mountains, from ber of lesser differences, indeed, would which she would gaze to the western hills; seem to have concentrated themselves half persuaded that amid their heights and on this point. The stout-hearted old buttresses, standing out in the brief glory Scotchman, notwithstanding his sightless of the sunset, she might discern, if she eyes and feeble limbs, refused to yield to bad but the shepherds perspective glass, the pressure. Revival meetings were held the gates of the Celestial City. The only in the open air by the dissentients during thing wanting to her father's happiness on the Ember days of the following week; these drives was the sound of the evening and one youthful enthusiast went so far bell which the young Brahman had pre- as to publicly offer up a prayer that the sented to the mission church. When at old man might be brought to a knowledge home the venerable pastor, often too fa- of the truth. As the mission had been tigued to walk across to the vesper service, maintained by Mr. Douglas without any used to sit jo his veranda and listen to definite connection with either of the the soft tinkle in the belfry, with a look of great Church societies in Calcutta, there rapt calm, as if repeating the Nunc Di. was practically no superior authority to mittis in his heart.

whom to appeal. Something like a schism I found by degrees, however, that the was threatened. The old missionary said Brahman preacher bad become to the old not a word about his new troubles to us,

a subject of anxious thought and the religious perturbations of native Whether it was the result of the youth's Christians were little likely to reach our independent position when in charge of the ears. But we could see that a sadness, new village, or of his studies for priestly deeper than the sorrow of blindness, had ordination, or merely the natural develop- settled on his face. ment of an earnest young mind, the Brah- It was the custom of Ayton, the assistant man had ceased to be the trusting disciple, magistrate, to spend Sunday morning beand was working out conclusions for bim- fore breakfast with the venerable scholar, self. Mr. Douglas, like most men born in chatting about the linguistic studies to a Scottish episcopal family, had started which that young officer then devoted his life with traditions which we should now leisure. The little girl was absent during briefly label as High Church. On his those hours, keeping quiet the baby class

to Scotland in 1828, to qualify in the Sunday school with picture stories himself as a medical missionary, his views from the Bible. In these morning talks had taken a mystical turn, under the spell with Ayton the old man's love of learning of the apocalyptic eloquence with which would reassert itself. He seemed for the Edward Irving thrilled for a moment the moment to forget his infirmity and whatuniversity youth in the northern capital. ever other distresses lay hidden in his But a third of a century of solitary mis-heart. One topic on which he delighted sion work since then had sobered his opin. to descant was the deeply religious and ions. As already mentioned, his strong benevolent character of ancient Indian doctrinal beliefs seem to have softened literature. Ayton humored this vein, and down into a great daily desire to do good used to turn into English metre any strikfor his people. The young postulant for ing passage that he came across in his priest's orders, began to find many things Sanskrit reading during the week. On wanting in the theology of his old master. the Sunday after the events mentioned These were not matters likely to come to above he had brought over a few chance the knowledge of the civilians in the sta- verses of the sort, and was just beginning tion. But í afterwards heard that the to read them when I happened to look in. Brahman deacon, having now the practical “ They don't come together," he was say: conduct of the mission chapel, had pro- ing to Mr. Douglas, “and I fear you

will tested against the shortened services find them a poor paraphrase rather than which the old missionary thought were as a translation. But the mingled feeling much as the people could bear. He also of transitoriness and trust is charactercomplained of the omission of the Atha-listic.”

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A SANSKRIT PSALM OF LIFE.

It is not for me to repeat that tender Like driftwood on the sea's wild breast,

and pathetic outpouring of a well-nigh We meet and cling with fond endeavor

broken heart, intended alone for its Maker A moment on the same wave's crest; in heaven, and for the wandering disciple The wave divides, we part forever. on earth. At its close, the aged man re

mained kneeling for some time. Then, We have no lasting resting here,

after another long pause, he reseated him. To-day's best friend is dead to-morrow: self in his chair, and reasoned calmly with We only learn to hold things dear,

his pupil. We could not help overhearing To pierce our hearts with future sorrow.

what took place. The young Brahman Be not too careful for the morn,

gradually grew excited again, and in the God will thy daily bread bestow:

end declared that the people were being 'The same eve that the babe is born,

starved of the truth. The mother's breast begins to flow.

We gathered, from his high-pitched re

monstrances, that he and the catechists Will he who robes the swan in white, had worked themselves, by their revival

Who dyes the parrot's bright green hue, meetings, into one of those Eastern reli.
Who paints the peacock's glancing light, gious enthusiasms which drove forth
Will he less kindly deal with you? patriarchs of Alexandria and Constantino-

ple into exile, and which, but for the firm As he was commencing the next verse, British rule, would every year redden the an unexpected interruption broke in on streets of Agra with Hindu or Muhammathese scholarly nugæ. A step hurried dan blood. It never occurred to us that over from the chapel. Ayton and I were any similar wave of religious feeling could sitting in the veranda on the other side of surge over a quiet little community of the house, so that we could not see the Christian converts. The truth seems to new.comer, nor he us. The missionary sat be that the younger and more zealous of in his customary chair, just within the the native catechists had for some time door, and the young Brahman (for it was desired a warmer ritual and a more tropi. he), on entering, must have thought Mr. cal form of faith than the calm theology Douglas was alone. The deacon walked of their aged pastor supplied. A Highquickly across the room, raised the old Church young parson of the Society for man's hand to his lips, and then, with a the Propagation of the Gospel, who acted haste which perhaps may have been meant for the old missionary during an illness in to preclude reflection, burst out in agitated the previous autumn, unconsciously sowed words:

the seeds of discord. The fervor of the ‘My master, oh, my dear master! I Brahman deacon only hastened a crisis have a message to thee. Whosoever which had become inevitable in the spiritwill be saved, before all things it is neces. ual life of the mission. One of the deep sary that he hold the Catholic faith. chagrins of the old missionary, which he Which faith, except every one do keep buried out of sight from us, was this feel. whole and undefiled, without doubt he ing that the most earnest of his people shall perish everlastingly.' Forgive me, were silently arraying themselves against my father,” he went on, in a voice quiver. him. Amid the religious excitements of ing from the religious excitements of the the Whit-Sunday week, with its Ember week, and his intense Indian nature now days, the mission had fairly got out of strung up to the verge of weeping, “but hand. At the last revival 'meeting the the words have been in my heart day and catechists resolved, among other things, night, and I have striven not to utter to insist on the Athanasian creed being them. And on my knees this Trinity read on the following Trinity Sunday, and Sunday morning I could not hear the deputed the deacon to report their ultimasound of my own prayers by reason of a tum. terrible ringing in my ears, without doubt “So long as I live,” replied the old he shall perish everlastingly, he shall per- missionary slowly, and with a solemn emish everlastingly."

phasis on each word, "the church in A dead silence followed. The young which I have preached Christ's message of Brahman, still unconscious of any pres. mercy shall never be profaned by man's ence except that of his blind master, dogma of damnation.” seemed to have exhausted his powers of “Oh, my father, my father," the young utterance. At length the old missionary Brahman answered, almost breaking into said very gently,

sobs, “ do not say so. For until you con“My son, let us pray together."

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in the Prayer-book, we have bound our regard to order in the body of the schoolselyes not to enter the chapel.”

room. All over the school there was a "God's will be done,” said the old man, continuous buzz of voices talking unre. sadly but firmly.

strainedly and apparently in no way disIn another minute the deacon had left composing the serene equanimity of the the room, and we listeners in the veranda, schoolinaster, Mr. MacTaggart, a stout not knowing what consolation to offer, de old Highlander with thick grey hair and parted in silence to our homes.

whiskers, who was sitting, spectacles on nose, at his desk, mending a quill-pen.

The floor of the schoolroom was of hard, black earth, studded thickly and

irregularly with smooth, round stones, From Murray's Magazine. about the size of a cricket-ball, and proA HIGHLAND SCHOOL FORTY YEARS AGO.jecting about an inch from the ground, in

Of all the pictures imprinted on one's which they were firmly embedded. Over memory the most vivid are, I think, those this I clattered with my mother (my boots which recall the scenes and events of one's had thick soles covered all over with hobboybood from the age of seven to the age nails) till we reached the schoolmaster's of sixteen. At the present moment, as I desk. There we halted. Mr. MacTag. write, I can summon with almost startling gart, wholly absorbed in his occupation of distinctness a picture of the school into pen-mending, did not appear to notice us. which I was first led, forty years ago, at When he had finished he gave a slight the age of eight, by my widowed mother, start at seeing us, whereupon my mother and of the sixty or seventy schoolboys explained to him in Gaelic that we were who directed their inquisitive eyes to

new arrivals in Glen Büe (Yellow Valley), wards us as we entered. It was winter, and that she had brought me, her only son, and a fire was burning brightly on the as a pupil to his school. left-hand side, rather more than half-way Meanwhile, some eight or nine kilted, up the schoolroom, and a short distance bare-legged youngsters, with eyes squintfrom the schoolmaster's desk, an elevated ing cautiously leftwards towards the structure, not unlike a pulpit, which had schoolmaster's desk, had softly left their to be ascended by four steps.

On a form seats and formed a semi-circle in front of without a back along the wall opposite the the fire. Presently, others also glided door and facing us were a dozen little fel. from their places and endeavored to lows of about my own age, with their arms squeeze themselves into the semi-circle. round each other's necks and swaying Their attempts being resisted by the first their bodies backwards and forwards with comers, a scuffle ensued, which, gradually a regular machine-like motion, while they getting more and more noisy, at last atsang in a slow, drawling, plaintive, mo- tracted the attention of Mr. MacTaggart. notonous tone out of their spelling-book: The old schoolmaster, grasping the situ

ation in a moment, suddenly laid down B-A bay, B-E bee, B-I by, B-O boh, B-U beu, his pen, seized his leatbern five-fingered

"taws,” which lay conveniently near his C-A say, C-É see, C-I sy, C-O soh, C-U seu, elbow, hurried down the steps, and ap

plied this instrument rapidly and vigorand so on through the successive conso- ously to the naked calves of as many nants and vowels of the alphabet, in utter of the delinquents as had not succeeded unconsciousness of, or indifference to the in regaining their seats before his arrule that C should be pronounced hard rival. This punishment administered, he before the vowels a, o, and u.

returned slowly to his desk, leisurely Of the other pupils, a few were writing ascended the steps, and calmly sat down as in copy-books, with their backs to the if nothing had happened. Of the boys schoolmaster, at long desks stretching who had received a taste of the taws, some along the right-hand wall; a few others at were rubbing their calves and crying: the same desks seemed to be ciphering, some were rubbing their calves and looking on heavy, clumsy, frameless slates, ob- generally uncomfortable, but not crying; tained (as I afterwards learnt) from a and some were rubbing their calves and Deighboring slate-quarry; but the great smiling, as if they did not care a bit. The majority of the pupils in the school were smiles of these last, however, struck me sitting, books in hand, and with their faces as being somewhat forced. As for the turned towards the schoolmaster's desk, rest of the school, though here and there on backless forms distributed with little I detected a smile or grip of amusemeau

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the generality looked on with indifference | mine by a box on the ear.

I read as my as on an incident of very common occur mother had taught me to read, slowly and

carefully and with some attention to the What my motber thought I cannot say. sense. Whether it was my style of readShe showed Mr. MacTaggart the book in ing or whether it was my being a new boy which she had taught me to read; then, I know not, but I at once became conbidding me be a good boy, she wished the scious from the lull which took place in old schoolmaster good-morning and left. the general buzz of the school that I had Mr. MacTaggart then pointed to the third become a centre of interest. Fortunately bench in front of that on which the little I made no mistake, and though I did not youngsters first mentioned were still sway- gallop through my sentence like my pre. ing their bodies backwards and forwards decessors, I did not hesitate nor stumble. and chanting their “B-A bay, B-E bee,” Contrary to his custom, as I afterwards etc., and called out in Gaelic to a boy found, Mr. MacTaggart addressed ine in named Duncan Macdonald to let the new English — rather queer English. boy look over his book, an order which “Wcho learnt you to rid ?” Duncan obeyed with great alacrity.

My mother, sir." Mr. MacTaggart had already heard the " I see you can speck English?” B.A bay” class and the two next their “ Yes, sir.” morning lesson, so that it was now the “But your mother specks Gahlic. She turn of our class to stand in a semi-circle is Heelander, is not she?” in front of his desk and read. We had to “Yes, sir." read English, not Gaelic. The top boy “ Then your fahther was an Englishbegan and ran through his sentence like a maun or a Lowlaunder?" racehorse. I was struck. It was a sen- “No, sir; he was a Highlander.” tence of at least ten or twelve lines, and “ Can you speck Gahlic?he was through it in less than five seconds. “Yes, sir; better than English." Mr. MacTaggart made no remark. The “ K'enum ha orst?”* (What is your second boy then began and rushed through name ?) the next sentence with the same lightning “ Albin Mac Rae, sir." rapidity. Evidently, in Mr. MacTaggart's The last question seemed to be put opinion, if a boy read fast and did not merely to see whether I really did understumble or hesitate, he read well. Speed stand Gaelic, for my mother had already was the sole criterion of excellence. As told him my name. On hearing my reply to grasping the sense of what I heard he gave utterance to a kind of grunt, exread, it was impossible. The words ran pressive, I think, of perplexity, and con. into each other in one continuous stream, tinuing still to speak English, ordered and could no more be distinguished sep. the next boy, Roderick MacPherson, to arately and individually than can the “pekin " (begin). spokes of a rapidly revolving wheel. The Roderick looked up in bewildered as. third boy could not read so fast, though tonishment. He evidently did not under: he tried hard to do so. He hesitated stand the meaning of the word “pekin." three or four times, and once he stopped Whereupon Mr. MacTaggart called him dead short from ignorance of the pronun- an “amatan " (an idiot), and gave him the ciation of a somewhat long word. Mr. same order in Gaelic. MacTaggart thereupon called him a “stoo. Poor Roderick stumbled and stammered pid ass!” and told him how to pronounce wofully, and in spite of the oft-repeated it. The fourth boy hesitated still oftener“ Grace orst” (make haste), he at last and was obliged to make a dead stop three came to a dead stop at the word neighbor. or four times. Him Mr. MacTaggart Every now and then he made an instinc(who had now descended with an ominous tive upward movement with his left arm air from his throne) belabored with Gaelic as if to parry a box on the ear; but, to epithets still more depreciatory than his relief and astonishment, the expected “stoopid ass!” The fifth boy fared still blow never came. He attributed this un. worse, for, in addition to a volley of epi- usual forbearance (he afterwards told me) thets, he received a box on the ear, the to my influence, though on what grounds full force of which, however, a dexterous I could not imagine. movement of the head enabled him to When the reading was over and we had elude. I trembled. Only four more boys returned to our forms, I was immediately and it would be my turn. At last it came. surrounded not only by the boys of my It came just after the boy immediately above me had his head knocked against * I write the Gaelic words as phonetically as I can.

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own class, but also by several others, all during lessons. The latter, by way of expressing in various ways their admira- reply, seized his taws, rushed down the tion of the new boy who actually under: steps of his pulpit and administered his stood and could speak English. I found stripes right and left all over the school, to my utter astonishment that with the the innocent (of whom, however, there were exception of about half-a-dozen boys in probably very few) receiving their full the most advanced class no one under. share with the guilty. A general stamstood any language but his native Gaelic. pede took place amongst the boys when The English which many of them could they saw bim sallying from his stronghold, read so fluently was as much an unknown and it was really a comical sight to see so tongue to them - as far as the sense was many kilted youngsters scampering in all concerned - as if it were Arabic.

directions, dodging, vaulting over forms, These were my first day's experiences upsetting forms, tumbling and falling over of school life at Mr. MacTaggart's. It each other, while old Mr. MacTaggart, was the parochial school, and I remained always aiming his blows where they would there for a year. My mother was suffi- be most effective, smote, smote, smote, ciently educated to see the defects of Mr. and spared not. MacTaggart's system of teaching; but The stranger in the seedy grey suit there was no rival school in which to looked on, leaning on his crutch and with place me, and it was not convenient for a grim smile upon his sleek, smoothly her to have me always at home. When I shaven face. From that moment I hated had been nine or ten months in the school, him. however, an event took place one after. At last Mr. MacTaggart, fatigued with noon which was not only remarkable in his exertions, returned slowly to his itself, but the forerunner of another event stronghold, looking sulkily flushed and still more remarkable. A stranger vis. angry. Though I had had a taste of his ited the school -a most unusual occur taws like most of the boys, I could not rence — and, stranger still, he acted most help pitying him. I attributed it all to the strangely, even for a stranger. He was a stranger in the seedy grey suit. The lat. lame gentleman with a crutch, about thirty, ter, still leaning on his crutch, regarded smoothly shaven, and dressed in a seedy the old schoolmaster for some time in grey suit. After saying “Good-morning, silence. At last he remarked that he sir," to Mr. MacTaggart, he proceeded at should now like to examine the most adonce without further ceremony and with vanced reading.class. Mr. MacTaggart an air of authority to examine the school. thereupon, in an angry tone, called up the We all watched him with curiosity not “ collection class." This class was unmixed with awe and trepidation. Mr. named from their reading book, which was MacTaggart, from his manner, evidently entitled, “ A Collection of Extracts from shared these feelings. He did not look the Best Prose Writers." at all comfortable. The stranger was not The collection class came up. It cona Highlander, for though he generally sisted mainly of boys from fourteen to spoke to the boys in Gaelic because they sixteen years of age. They too looked did not understand English, he spoke sulky and angry, and it was clear from the Gaelic very badly, and with a pronuncia- glances which they every now and then tion which often made us smile, while he cast at the lame intruder in the grey suit spoke English with natural ease and flu- that their wrath was directed against him ency. He began with the lowest class. rather than against Mr. MacTaggart. On His advent had created a profound silence receiving from the latter the order to in the school, but as bis examination pro-pekin,” the top boy, nicknamed Goliath ceeded and the boys began by degrees to from his small size, at once obeyed. The get used to him, the customary conversa- piece happened to be “Mark Antony's tional buzz very soon recommenced. In Speech as rendered by Shakespeare. a moment he stopped short, and turning The speed with which Goliath shot round sharply ordered" silence !” Silence through this celebrated oration was more immediately ensued. But the lull did not than marvellous. Accustomed as I was last long; in less than three minutes the to hear fast reading, especially in the colconfused buzzing of voices was as loud as lection class, there is not the slightest ever. The stranger again stopped, and doubt that upon this occasion Goliath beat this time, addressing himself to the old the record. 'He felt that the credit of the schoolmaster, he asked him with an air of school depended upon his performance; grave astonishment if it was his custom so he did his very best. Happening to to allow his pupils full liberty of talking know the piece, I just managed to catch

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