The Annals of the Parish
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John Galt. The Annals of the Parish
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER I. YEAR 1760
CHAPTER II. YEAR 1761
CHAPTER III. YEAR 1762
CHAPTER IV. YEAR 1763
CHAPTER V. YEAR 1764
CHAPTER VI. YEAR 1765
CHAPTER VII. YEAR 1766
CHAPTER VIII. YEAR 1767
CHAPTER IX. YEAR 1768
CHAPTER X. YEAR 1769
CHAPTER XI. YEAR 1770
CHAPTER XII. YEAR 1771
CHAPTER XIII. YEAR 1772
CHAPTER XIV. YEAR 1773
CHAPTER XV. YEAR 1774
CHAPTER XVI. YEAR 1775
CHAPTER XVII. YEAR 1776
CHAPTER XVIII. YEAR 1777
CHAPTER XIX. YEAR 1778
CHAPTER XX. YEAR 1779
CHAPTER XXI. YEAR 1780
CHAPTER XXII. YEAR 1781
CHAPTER XXIII. YEAR 1782
CHAPTER XXIV. YEAR 1783
CHAPTER XXV. YEAR 1784
CHAPTER XXVI. YEAR 1785
CHAPTER XXVII. YEAR 1786
CHAPTER XXVIII. YEAR 1787
CHAPTER XXIX. YEAR 1788
CHAPTER XXX. YEAR 1789
CHAPTER XXXI. YEAR 1790
CHAPTER XXXII. YEAR 1791
CHAPTER XXXIII. YEAR 1792
CHAPTER XXXIV. YEAR 1793
CHAPTER XXXV. YEAR 1794
CHAPTER XXXVI. YEAR 1795
CHAPTER XXXVII. YEAR 1796
CHAPTER XXXVIII. YEAR 1797
CHAPTER XXXIX. YEAR 1798
CHAPTER XL. YEAR 1799
CHAPTER XLI. YEAR 1800
CHAPTER XLII. YEAR 1801
CHAPTER XLIII. YEAR 1802
CHAPTER XLIV. YEAR 1803
CHAPTER XLV. YEAR 1804
CHAPTER XLVI. YEAR 1805
CHAPTER XLVII. YEAR 1806
CHAPTER XLVIII. YEAR 1807
CHAPTER XLIX. YEAR 1808
CHAPTER L. YEAR 1809
CHAPTER LI. YEAR 1810
FOOTNOTES
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The Anno Domini one thousand seven hundred and sixty, was remarkable for three things in the parish of Dalmailing. – First and foremost, there was my placing; then the coming of Mrs. Malcolm with her five children to settle among us; and next, my marriage upon my own cousin, Miss Betty Lanshaw, by which the account of this year naturally divides itself into three heads or portions.
First, of the placing. – It was a great affair; for I was put in by the patron, and the people knew nothing whatsoever of me, and their hearts were stirred into strife on the occasion, and they did all that lay within the compass of their power to keep me out, insomuch, that there was obliged to be a guard of soldiers to protect the presbytery; and it was a thing that made my heart grieve when I heard the drum beating and the fife playing as we were going to the kirk. The people were really mad and vicious, and flung dirt upon us as we passed, and reviled us all, and held out the finger of scorn at me; but I endured it with a resigned spirit, compassionating their wilfulness and blindness. Poor old Mr. Kilfuddy of the Braehill got such a clash of glar on the side of his face, that his eye was almost extinguished.
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I have now to speak of the coming of Mrs. Malcolm. – She was the widow of a Clyde shipmaster, that was lost at sea with his vessel. She was a genty body, calm and methodical. From morning to night she sat at her wheel, spinning the finest lint, which suited well with her pale hands. She never changed her widow’s weeds, and she was aye as if she had just been ta’en out of a bandbox. The tear was aften in her e’e when the bairns were at the school; but when they came home, her spirit was lighted up with gladness, although, poor woman, she had many a time very little to give them. They were, however, wonderful well-bred things, and took with thankfulness whatever she set before them; for they knew that their father, the breadwinner, was away, and that she had to work sore for their bit and drap. I dare say, the only vexation that ever she had from any of them, on their own account, was when Charlie, the eldest laddie, had won fourpence at pitch-and-toss at the school, which he brought home with a proud heart to his mother. I happened to be daunrin’ by at the time, and just looked in at the door to say gude-night: it was a sad sight. There was she sitting with the silent tear on her cheek, and Charlie greeting as if he had done a great fault, and the other four looking on with sorrowful faces. Never, I am sure, did Charlie Malcolm gamble after that night.
I often wondered what brought Mrs. Malcolm to our clachan, instead of going to a populous town, where she might have taken up a huxtry-shop, as she was but of a silly constitution, the which would have been better for her than spinning from morning to far in the night, as if she was in verity drawing the thread of life. But it was, no doubt, from an honest pride to hide her poverty; for when her daughter Effie was ill with the measles – the poor lassie was very ill – nobody thought she could come through, and when she did get the turn, she was for many a day a heavy handful; – our session being rich, and nobody on it but cripple Tammy Daidles, that was at that time known through all the country side for begging on a horse, I thought it my duty to call upon Mrs. Malcolm in a sympathising way, and offer her some assistance, but she refused it.
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