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The Hotel de Londres, I will venture wards. So our two last visits had to be to say, will be a favourite resort for hurried through the one to Doctor persons of a romantic disposition, and Panizzi's family, the other to the warmespecially for poets. It was my good hearted councilman, the friend of my fortune to meet there and be kindly uncle, the Canon, whom I had missed in greeted by one. I hope I commit no the morning. After a cordial farewell, indiscretion in naming Mr. Sydney and manifold thanks to Doctor Panizzi Dobell. Mr. Dobell had some years for all he had done for us in his double ago heard of me and my family from a capacity of host and guide, we entered common friend; and, my name coming our one-eyed calessino-true it is that to his ears as I was paraded through the the one lamp was big enough for twoHotel, he sent me his card. He was and were off. Night by this time had doubly welcome, for his own sake and quite closed in the road was dark, and, for that of the absent. We spoke, of owing to the collateral railway works, course, of Sanremo, and I was very glad was here and there rough and rugged, to hear him say that, much pleased as which made prudent Bernardino drive he had been with Spain, and the south cautiously. The lights of the pretty of France, which he had lately visited, little town gleaming along the shore and nowhere had he found so sheltered and up the hill were the last I saw of it. I charming a nook as Sanremo. He in waved my hand in token of farewell; quired affectionately about my mother then I sank into a vague reverie of its and brother—both, alas ! gone from me past, present, and future, out of which
—and I was grateful to him for the I was not roused till I arrived at home, evident shock of pain which my sad and passed from outer darkness to the answer gave him. He was silent for a bright light of my fire and lamp. while, and, when he spoke again, it was And now, gentle reader, if this my to quote a passage from Fichte about chat has succeeded in transfusing into sons who had made the name of their your mind any portion of the charm and mothers venerated by every one—a sen- poetry with which Sanremo has always timent which went straight to my heart been invested in mine, I shall rest We parted with a warm shake of the satisfied that not in vain have I fulfilled hand, and a good-bye, which conveyed, my promise to my friends of Sanremo to I am sure, a blessing from both hearts. bring them before the notice of my
The winter sun had set, and it was English friends. time to think of a speedy retreat home
A SON OF THE SOIL.
approached Ramore, all the western sky
was flaming behind the dark hills, which Ir was, as we have said, a lovely summer stood up in austere shadow, shutting morning when Colin set out on his out from the loch and its immediate excursion, after the fatigues of the winter banks the later glories of the sunset. and spring. His first stage was natu- To leave the eastern shore, where the rally Ramore, where he arrived the same light still lingered, and steal up under evening, having picked up Lauderdale the shadow into the soft beginning of at Glasgow on his way. A more beau- the twilight, with Ramore, that "shines tiful evening had never shone over the where it stands,” looking out hospitably Holy Loch ; and, as the two friends from the brae, was like leaving the world
of noise and commotion for the primitive how. And the same thought was in his life, with its silence and its thoughts; mind as he went on past all the tranquil and so, indeed, Colin felt it, though his houses. How did they manage to keep world was but another country parish, existing, those people for whom life was primitive enough in its ways. But then over, who had ceased to look beyond it must not be forgotten that there is a the day, or to anticipate either good or difference between the kingdom of Fife, evil ? To be sure this was very unreawhere wheat grows golden on the broad sonable musing; for Colin was aware fields, and where the herrings come up that things did happen now and then to the shore to be salted and packed in on the Holy Loch. Somebody died ocbarrels, and the sweet Loch half hidden casionally, when it was impossible to among the hills, where the cornfields help it, and by turns somebody was are scant and few, and where grouse and borri, and there even occurred, at rare heather divide the country with the intervals, a marriage, with its sugges. beasts and the pastures, and where, in tion of life beginning ; but these doshort, Gaelic was spoken within the mestic incidents were not what he was memory of man. Perhaps there was thinking of. Life seemed to be in its something of the vanity of youth in that quiet evening over all that twilightcoast; look of observation and half amused, and then it was the morning with Colin, half curious criticism which the young and it did not seem possible for him to man cast upon the peaceful manse, where exist without the hopes, and motives, the minister, who had red hair, had pain and excitements which made ceaseless fully begun his career when Colin him- movement and commotion in his soul. self was a boy. It was hard to believe To be sure, he too was only a country that anything ever could happen in that minister, and was expected to live and calm house, thus reposing among its die among “his people” as peaceably trees, with only a lawn between it and as his prototype was doing on the Holy the church, and looking as peaceful Loch ; and this thought somehow it and retired and silent as the church was that, falling into his mind like a itself did. It is true Colin knew very humorous suggestion, made Colin smile; well that things both bitter and joyful for his ideas did not take that peaceful had happened there within his own re turn at this period of his existence. He collection; but that did not prevent the was so full of what had to be done, even thought striking him, as he glided past of what he himself had to do, that the in the little bustling steamer, which silence seemed to recede before him, and somehow, by the contrast, gave a more to rustle and murmur round him as he absolute stillness to the pretty rural carried into it his conscious and restless landscape. Perhaps the minister was life. He had even such a wealth of walking out at that moment, taking his existence to dispose of that it kept peaceful stroll along the dewy road,-a flowing on in two or three distinct man whose life was all fixed and settled channels, a thing which amused him long ago, to whom nothing could ever when he thought of it. For underhappen in his own person, and whose neath all this sense of contrast, and life consisted in a repetition over and over Lauderdale's talk, and his own watch of the same things, the same thoughts, for the Ramore boat, and his mother at pretty nearly the same words. To be the door, No. 1 of the Tracts for the sure, he had a wife, and children, and Times was at the same time shaping domestic happiness; but Colin, at his itself in Colin's brain; and there are time of life, made but a secondary account moments when a man can stand apart of that. He looked at the manse accord- from himself, and note what is going ingly with a smile as he passed on out on in his own mind. He was talking of sight. The manse of Lafton was not to Lauderdale, and greeting the old nearly so lovely, but-it was different; friends who recognised him in the though perhaps he could not have told boat, and looking out for home, and
planning his tract, and making that contrast between the evening and the morning all at the same moment. And at the same time he had taken off the front of his mental habitation, and was looking at all those different processes going on in its different compartments with a curious sense of amusement Such were the occupations of his mind as he went up to the Loch, to that spot where the Ramore boat lay waiting on the rippled surface. It was a different homecoming from any that he had ever made before. Formerly his prospects were vague, and it never was quite certain what he might make of himself. Now he had fulfilled all the ambitions of his family, as far as his position went. There was nothing more to hope for or to desire in that particular; and, naturally, Colin felt that his influence with his father and brothers at least would be enhanced by the realization of those hopes, which, up to this time, had always been mingled with a little uncertainty. He forgot all about that when he grasped the hands of Archie and of the farmer, and dashed up the brae to where the Mistress stood wistful at the door ; but, notwithstanding, there was a difference, and it was one which was sufficiently apparent to all. As for his mother, she smoothed down the sleeve of his black coat with her kind hand, and examined with a tender smile the cut of the waistcoat which Colin had brought from Oxford-though, to tell the truth, he had still a stolen inclination for “mufti,” and wore his uniform only when a solemn occasion occurred like this, and on grand parade ; but, for all her joy and satisfaction at sight of him, the Mistress still looked a little shattered and broken, and had never forgotten—though Colin had forgotten it long ago—the “objections” of the parish of Lafton, and all that her son had had “ to come through,” as she said, “ before he was placed.”
“I suppose a's weel now ?” Mrs. Campbell said. "No that I could have any doubts in my own mind, so far as you were concerned; but, the mair experience a person has, the less hope they
have in other folk—though that's an awfu' thing to say, and gangs against Scripture. Me that thought there was not a living man that could say a word of blame to my Colin ! And to think of a' the lees that were invented. His father there says it's a necessary evil, and that we maun have popular rights ; but for me I canna see the necessity. I'm no for doing evil that good may come,” said the Mistress; “its awfu’ papistry that--and to worry a poor callant to death, and drive a' that belongs to him out o'their wits,"
“He's not dead yet," said the farmer, “nor me out of my ordinary. I'll not say it's pleasant; but so long as they canna allege onything against a man's morality I'm no so much heeding; and it's a poor kind of thing to be put in by a patron that doesna care a pin, and gangs to another kirk.”
“I'm awfu' shaken in my mind about that,” said the Mistress ; “there's the Free Kirk folk—though I'm no for making an example of them—fighting among themselves about their new minister, like thae puir senseless creatures in America. Thamas, at the Millhead, is for the ane candidate, and his brother Dugald for the tither; and they're like to tear each other's een out when they meet. That's ill enough, but Lafton's waur. I'm no for setting up priests, nor making them a sacerdotal caste as some folk say ; but will you tell me," said Mrs. Campbell, indignantly, “ that a wheen ignorant weavers and canailye like that can judge my Colin ? ay, or even if it was thae Fife farmers driving in their gigs. I would like to ken what he studied for and took a' thae honours, and gave baith time and siller, if he wasna to ken better than the like of them. I'm no pretending to meddle with politics that are out of my way-but I canna shut my een,” the Mistress said, emphatically. “The awfu’ business is that we've nae respect to Speak of for onything but ourselves ; we're so awfu' fond of our ain bit poor opinions, and the little we ken. If there was ony change in our parish-and the minister's far from weel, by a'I can hear —and that man round the point at the English chapel wasna such an awfu' haveril—I would be tempted to flee away out of their fechts and their objections, and get a quiet Sabbath-day there."
“I'm no for buying peace so dear, for my part," said Lauderdale ; “ they're terrible haverils, most of the English ministers in our pairts, as the Mistress says. We're a’in a kind of dissenting way nowa-days, the mair's the pity. Whisht a moment, callant, and let a man speak.— I'm no saying onything against dissent; it's a wee hard in its ways, and it has an awfu' opinion of itseľ, and there's nae beauty in it that it should be desired; but, when your mind's made up to have popular rights and your ain way in everything, I canna see onything else for it, for my part. It's pure democracy
-that's what it is—and democracy means naething else, as far as I'm informed, but the reign of them that kens the least and skreighs the loudest. It's no a bonnie spectacle, but I'm no a man that demands beauty under a' conditions. Our friend the curate yonder,” said Lauderdale, pointing his finger vaguely over his shoulder to indicate Wodensbourne, “was awfu' taken up about his auld arches and monuments-that's what you ca' the chancel, I suppose ; but as for our young minister here, though he's just as caring about thae vanities, it's a' filled up with good deal boards and put behind his back like a hidie-hole. There's something awfu' instructive in that ; for I wouldna say that the comparison was ony way in the curate's favour,” said the philosopher, with a gleam of suppressed pride and tenderness, “if you were to turn your een to the pulpit and take your choice of the men."
Mrs. Campbell lifted her eyes to her son's face and regarded him solemnly as Lauderdale spoke; but she could not escape the influence of the recollection that even Colin had been objected to “ Nae doubt the like of him in a kirk should make a difference,” she said with candour, yet melancholy, “but I dinna see what's to be the end of it for my part—a change for good is aye awfu'
slow to work, and I'll no live to see the new days."
“You'll live to see all I am good for, mother,” said Colin ; "and it appears to me you are all a set of heretics and schismatics. Lauderdale is past talking to, but I expected something better of you."
“Weel, we'll a' see,” said big Colin, who in his heart could not defend an order of ecclesiastical economy which permitted his son to be assaulted by the parish of Lafton, or any other parish,
if it's the will of God. We're none of us so awfu' auld ; but the world's aye near its ending to a woman that sees her son slighted ; there's nae penitence can make up for that—no that he's suffered much that I can see," the farmer said with a laugh. “That's enough of the Kirk for one night."
“Eh, Colin, dinna be so worldly," said his wife ; “I think whiles it would be an awfu' blessing if the world was to end as some folk think ; and a thing cleared up, and them joined again that had been parted, and the bonnie earth safe through the fire-if it's to be by fire,” she added with a questioning glance towards her son; “I canna think but it's ower good to be true. When I mind upon a' we've to go through in this life, and a' that is so hard to mend; eh, if He would but take it in His ain hand !” said the Mistress with tears in her eyes. No one was so hard-hearted as to preach to her at that moment, or to enlarge upon the fact that everything was in His hand, as indeed she knew as well as her companions; but it happens sometimes that the prayers and the wishes which are out of reason, are those that come warmest, and touch deepest, to the heart.
But, meanwhile, and attending the end of the world, Colin, when he was settled for the night in his old room, with its shelving roof, took out and elaborated his Tract for the Times. It was discontent as great as that of his mother's which breathed out of it; but then hers was the discontent of a life which had nothing new to do or to look for, and which had found out by experience how
little progress can be made in a lifetime, come to. There were some awfu' susand how difficult it is to change evil picious expressions under his second into good. Colin's discontent, on the head — if you could ca'yon a head,” contrary, was that exhilarating sentiment said the spiritual ruler, with natural which stimulates youth, and opens up contempt; for indeed Colin's divisions an endless field of combat and conquest. were not what they ought to have been, At his end of the road it looked only and he was perfectly open to criticism natural that the obstacles should move so far as that was concerned. of themselves out of the way, and that “ A lot of that was out of Maurice," what was just and best should have the said another thoughtful spectator. “ I'm inevitable victory. When he had done, aye doubtful of thae misty phrases. he thought with a tenderness which If it wasna for hurting a' their feelings, brought tears to his eyes, yet at the I would be awfu' tempted to say a word. same moment a smile to his lips, of the He's no' that auld, and he might mend.” woman's impatience that would hasten “He'll never mend," said Evan. the wheels of fate, and call upon God “ I'm no' one that ever approved of the to take matters, as she said, in His own upbringing of these laddies. They have hand. That did not, as yet, seem a ower much opinion of themselves. There's step necessary to Colin. He thought Archie, that thinks he knows the price there was still time to work by the of cattle better than a man of twice his natural means, and that things were not age. She's an awfu' fanciful woman, that arrived at such a pass that it was needful mother of theirs—and then they've a' to appeal to miracle. It could only been a wee spoiled with that business be when human means had failed that about the English callant; but I'll no such a resource could be necessary; and say but what he has abilities,” the critic the human means had certainly not added, with a national sense of clanship. failed entirely so long as he stood there The parish might not approve of the in the bloom of his young strength, upbringing of the young Campbells, with his weapons in his hand.
nor of their opinions, but still it had He preached in his native church on a national share in any reputation that the following Sunday, as was to be ex- the family or any of its members might pected; and from up the Loch and down attain. the Loch all the world came to hear Colin continued his course on the young Colin of Ramore. And Colin the Monday with his friend. He had stayed farmer, the elder, sat glorious at the end but a few days at home, but it was of his pew, and in the pride of his heart enough, and all the party were sensible listened, and noted, and made inexorable of the fact. Henceforward that home, criticisms, and commented on his son's precious as it was, could not count for novel ideas with a severe irony which it much in his life. It was a hard thing it was difficult to understand in its true to think of, but it was a necessity sense. The Duke himself came to hear of nature. Archie and the younger Colin's sermon, which was a wonderful sons greeted with enthusiasm the elder honour for the young man, and all the brother, who shared with them his better parish criticised him with a zest which fortunes and higher place; but, when the it was exhilarating to hear. “I mind greeting was given on both sides, there when he couldna say his Questions," did not remain very much to say ; for, said Evan of Barnton ; “I wouldna like to be sure, seen by Colin's side, the to come under ony engagement that he young Campbells, still gauche, and kens them noo. He was aye a callant shamefaced, and with the pride of a awfu' fond of his ain opinion, and for Scotch peasant in arms, looked inferior my part I'm no for Presbyteries passing to what they really were, and felt som ower objections so easy. Either he's of and the mother felt it for them, though Jowett's school or he's no ; but I never Colin was her own immediate heir and saw that there was ony right decision the pride of her heart. She bade him