And this person here is, I suppose, the
partner of your iniquity—she whose beauty hath caused you to err!
Stand up, both of you, till I rebuke you, and show you what you are
in the eyes of God and man."
"In the first place, stand you still there, till I tell you what
you are in the eyes of God and man. You are, Sir, a presumptuous,
self-conceited pedagogue, a stirrer up of strife and commotion in
church, in state, in families, and communities. You are one, Sir,
whose righteousness consists in splitting the doctrines of Calvin
into thousands of undistinguishable films, and in setting up a
system of justifying-grace against all breaches of all laws, moral
or divine. In short, Sir, you are a mildew—a canker-worm in the
bosom of the Reformed Church, generating a disease of which she
will never be purged, but by the shedding of blood. Go thou in
peace, and do these abominations no more; but humble thyself, lest
a worse reproof come upon thee."
Wringhim heard all this without flinching. He now and then
twisted his mouth in disdain, treasuring up, meantime, his
vengeance against the two aggressors; for he felt that he had them
on the hip, and resolved to pour out his vengeance and indignation
upon them. Sorry am I that the shackles of modern decorum restrain
me from penning that famous rebuke; fragments of which have been
attributed to every divine of old notoriety throughout Scotland.
But I have it by heart; and a glorious morsel it is to put into the
hands of certain incendiaries. The metaphors are so strong and so
appalling that Miss Logan could only stand them a very short time;
she was obliged to withdraw in confusion. The laird stood his
ground with much ado, though his face was often crimsoned over with
the hues of shame and anger. Several times he was on the point of
turning the officious sycophant to the door; but good manners, and
an inherent respect that lie entertained for the clergy, as the
immediate servants of the Supreme Being, restrained him.
Wringhim, perceiving these symptoms of resentment, took them for
marks of shame and contrition, and pushed his reproaches farther
than ever divine ventured to do in a similar case. When he had
finished, to prevent further discussion, he walked slowly and
majestically out of the apartment, making his robes to swing behind
him in a most magisterial manner; he being, without doubt, elated
with his high conquest. He went to the upper story, and related to
his metaphysical associate his wonderful success; how he had driven
the dame from the house in tears and deep confusion, and left the
backsliding laird in such a quandary of shame and repentance that
he could neither articulate a word nor lift up his countenance. The
dame thanked him most cordially, lauding his friendly zeal and
powerful eloquence; and then the two again set keenly to the
splitting of hairs, and making distinctions in religion where none
existed.
They being both children of adoption, and secured from falling
into snares, or anyway under the power of the wicked one, it was
their custom, on each visit, to sit up a night in the same
apartment, for the sake of sweet spiritual converse; but that time,
in the course of the night, they differed so materially on a small
point somewhere between justification and final election that the
minister, in the heat of his zeal, sprung from his seat, paced the
floor, and maintained his point with such ardour that Martha was
alarmed, and, thinking they were going to fight, and that the
minister would be a hard match for her mistress, she put on some
clothes, and twice left her bed and stood listening at the back of
the door, ready to burst in should need require it. Should anyone
think this picture over-strained, I can assure him that it is taken
from nature and from truth; but I will not likewise aver that the
theologist was neither crazed nor inebriated. If the listener's
words were to be relied on, there was no love, no accommodating
principle manifested between the two, but a fiery burning zeal,
relating to points of such minor importance that a true Christian
would blush to hear them mentioned, and the infidel and profane
make a handle of them to turn our religion to scorn.
Great was the dame's exultation at the triumph of her beloved
pastor over her sinful neighbours in the lower parts of the house;
and she boasted of it to Martha in high-sounding terms. But it was
of short duration; for, in five weeks after that, Arabella Logan
came to reside with the laird as his housekeeper, sitting at his
table and carrying the keys as mistress-substitute of the mansion.
The lady's grief and indignation were now raised to a higher pitch
than ever; and she set every agent to work, with whom she had any
power, to effect a separation between these two suspected ones.
Remonstrance was of no avail: George laughed at them who tried such
a course, and retained his housekeeper, while the lady gave herself
up to utter despair; for, though she would not consort with her
husband herself, she could not endure that any other should do
so.
But, to countervail this grievous offence, our saintly and
afflicted dame, in due time, was safely delivered of a fine boy
whom the laird acknowledged as his son and heir, and had him
christened by his own name, and nursed in his own premises. He gave
the nurse permission to take the boy to his mother's presence if
ever she should desire to see him; but, strange as it may appear,
she never once desired to see him from the day that he was born.
The boy grew up, and was a healthful and happy child; and, in the
course of another year, the lady presented him with a brother. A
brother he certainly was, in the eye of the law, and it is more
than probable that he was his brother in reality. But the laird
thought otherwise; and, though he knew and acknowledged that he was
obliged to support and provide for him, he refused to acknowledge
him in other respects. He neither would countenance the banquet nor
take the baptismal vows on him in the child's name; of course, the
poor boy had to live and remain an alien from the visible church
for a year and a day; at which time, Mr. Wringhim out of pity and
kindness, took the lady herself as sponsor for the boy, and
baptized him by the name of Robert Wringhim—that being the noted
divine's own name.
George was brought up with his father, and educated partly at
the parish school, and partly at home, by a tutor hired for the
purpose. He was a generous and kind-hearted youth; always ready to
oblige, and hardly ever dissatisfied with anybody. Robert was
brought up with Mr. Wringhim, the laird paying a certain allowance
for him yearly; and there the boy was early inured to all the
sternness and severity of his pastor's arbitrary and unyielding
creed. He was taught to pray twice every day, and seven times on
Sabbath days; but he was only to pray for the elect, and, like
Devil of old, doom all that were aliens from God to destruction. He
had never, in that family into which he had been as it were
adopted, heard aught but evil spoken of his reputed father and
brother; consequently he held them in utter abhorrence, and prayed
against them every day, often "that the old hoary sinner might be
cut off in the full flush of his iniquity, and be carried quick
into hell; and that the young stem of the corrupt trunk might also
be taken from a world that he disgraced, but that his sins might be
pardoned, because he knew no better."
Such were the tenets in which it would appear young Robert was
bred. He was an acute boy, an excellent learner, had ardent and
ungovernable passions, and, withal, a sternness of demeanour from
which other boys shrunk. He was the best grammarian, the best
reader, writer, and accountant in the various classes that he
attended, and was fond of writing essays on controverted points of
theology, for which he got prizes, and great praise from his
guardian and mother. George was much behind him in scholastic
acquirements, but greatly his superior in personal prowess, form,
feature, and all that constitutes gentility in the deportment and
appearance. The laird had often manifested to Miss Logan an earnest
wish that the two young men should never meet, or at all events
that they should be as little conversant as possible; and Miss
Logan, who was as much attached to George as if he had been her own
son, took every precaution, while he was a boy, that he should
never meet with his brother; but, as they advanced towards manhood,
this became impracticable.
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