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"
Montrose
!
"
"
Ay
,
Montrose
.
Know
that
yesterday
,
at
Kilsyth
,
yon
whelp
of
Satan
was
permitted
to
lay
low
the
Covenant
’
s
banner
,
and
rout
the
godly
.
This
word
I
have
gotten
is
a
scribe
from
Argyll
,
on
his
road
to
Berwick
,
written
from
a
boat
at
the
Queen
’
s
Ferry
.
This
very
day
it
’
s
like
that
Antichrist
will
be
hammering
on
the
gates
of
Glasgow
.
"
The
sermon
which
was
to
indict
by
name
the
sinners
was
not
preached
in
the
kirk
of
Woodilee
the
next
Sabbath
.
For
the
day
after
his
return
from
Kirk
Aller
a
post
reached
the
manse
from
the
Pleasance
of
Edinburgh
which
in
an
hour
set
David
on
his
horse
riding
hard
for
the
capital
.
There
was
plague
in
the
city
,
and
his
father
was
sick
of
it
.
It
was
the
plague
in
a
new
form
,
for
death
did
not
come
quickly
;
the
patient
lay
for
days
in
a
high
fever
,
afflicted
with
violent
headaches
and
shiverings
,
and
a
contraction
of
muscles
and
nerves
,
and
then
,
in
nine
cases
out
of
ten
,
passed
into
a
rigor
which
meant
death
.
There
was
no
eruption
on
the
bodies
,
and
the
physicians
were
at
a
loss
in
the
matter
of
treatment
.
But
it
was
scarcely
less
deadly
than
the
older
visitations
,
and
the
dead
-
bell
rang
hourly
,
and
the
dead
-
cart
rumbled
day
and
night
on
the
cobbles
.
David
found
the
old
man
conscious
,
but
very
clear
that
he
was
near
his
end
.
The
family
doctor
had
bled
him
copiously
,
applied
leeches
to
his
head
,
and
brought
a
horrid
regiment
of
drugs
and
vomitories
.
The
son
pled
with
his
father
to
receive
them
patiently
.
"
God
works
by
means
,
"
he
told
him
,
"
as
Christ
cured
the
blind
man
with
clay
and
spittle
,
and
what
remedy
could
be
more
rude
than
these
?
"
"
Aye
,
but
it
was
the
Lord
that
laid
them
on
,
Davie
,
"
said
the
patient
,
"
and
no
an
auld
wife
like
McGlashan
.
"
So
he
sent
the
physician
packing
,
and
engaged
a
new
one
,
a
certain
young
Crosbie
from
the
Monk
’
s
Vennel
,
who
had
studied
in
France
and
had
at
least
the
merit
of
letting
a
sick
man
die
in
peace
.
Instead
of
smothering
the
patient
under
bedclothes
,
he
kept
him
lightly
covered
,
ordered
the
window
to
be
open
day
and
night
,
and
let
him
drench
his
system
with
small
ale
.
It
is
likely
that
under
any
treatment
the
old
man
would
have
died
,
for
he
was
in
his
seventy
-
fourth
year
and
had
long
been
ailing
,
and
the
plague
only
speeded
the
decay
of
age
.
But
under
the
new
regimen
his
last
days
were
less
of
a
martyrdom
.
His
head
remained
clear
and
he
could
speak
with
his
son
-
-
chiefly
of
his
mother
and
his
childhood
.
David
lodged
not
in
the
city
,
but
in
the
village
of
Liberton
,
and
walked
in
daily
to
his
father
’
s
bedside
.
He
read
the
Scriptures
to
him
and
prayed
with
him
,
as
his
duty
demanded
,
but
he
felt
a
certain
shyness
at
inquiring
into
his
father
’
s
state
towards
God
.
Nor
was
the
old
man
communicative
.
"
I
’
ve
made
my
peace
lang
syne
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
read
my
title
clear
,
so
there
’
s
no
need
of
death
-
bed
wark
for
me
.
"
But
he
was
full
of
anxiety
for
his
son
.
"
You
’
ve
chosen
a
holy
calling
,
Davie
lad
,
and
I
’
m
blithe
to
think
you
’
ve
got
a
downsetting
in
our
calf
-
country
.
Man
,
there
were
Sempills
in
the
mill
o
’
the
Roodfoot
since
the
days
of
Robert
Bruce
.
But
the
ministry
in
these
days
is
a
kittle
job
,
for
the
preachers
are
ower
crouse
,
and
the
Kirk
has
got
its
heid
ower
high
.
.
.
.
What
’
s
come
o
’
this
Montrose
they
crack
about
?
.
.
.
Keep
you
humble
before
the
Lord
,
my
son
,
for
Heaven
’
s
yett
is
a
laigh
yett
.
"
He
died
peacefully
on
the
third
day
of
September
,
and
David
had
a
busy
week
settling
his
affairs
-
-
the
sale
of
the
business
and
the
household
effects
and
the
payment
of
bequests
to
servants
and
distant
kin
.
Hour
after
hour
he
sat
with
the
lawyers
,
for
there
was
a
considerable
estate
,
and
to
his
surprise
he
found
himself
with
worldly
endowments
such
as
few
ministers
of
the
Kirk
possessed
.
There
was
money
at
the
goldsmith
’
s
,
and
in
his
lawyer
’
s
boxes
deeds
and
sasines
and
bonds
on
heritable
property
,
and
there
would
be
more
to
come
.
His
doer
,
a
little
old
snuffy
attorney
of
the
name
of
Macphail
,
grew
sententious
as
the
business
drew
to
its
close
.
"
You
’
ve
both
the
treasure
on
earth
,
Mr
.
David
,
and
the
treasure
in
Heaven
,
and
it
’
s
a
pleasing
thought
that
they
’
re
alike
well
-
guided
.
Anent
the
latter
,
moth
cannot
corrupt
,
saith
the
Word
,
nor
thieves
break
through
and
steal
,
and
anent
the
former
a
moth
will
no
do
muckle
ill
to
a
wheen
teugh
sheepskins
,
and
it
would
be
a
clever
thief
that
got
inside
Georgie
Gight
’
s
strong
-
room
in
the
Canongate
,
where
your
bonds
are
deposited
.
So
you
can
keep
an
easy
mind
,
Mr
.
David
,
while
you
wrastle
for
souls
in
Woodilee
.
"
