Publications; The Illness and Death of Sir John Sinclair and Sir James Colquhoun
NO CHASTENING FOE THE PRESENT SEEMETH TO BE JOYOUS, BUT GEIEVOUS: NEVERTHELESS AJ-TER-WABD IT YIELDETH THE PEACEABLE EKUIT OP EIGHTfiOUSNESS UNTO THEM WHICH ABE EXERCISED THEREBY. HEB. XII. 11.
What causes the freshness which gives the flower
Its scent and its summer hue?
It came in the dark and midnight hour
In drops of heavenly dew:
So, often in sorrow the soul receives
An influence from above, “Which beauty, and sweetness, and freshness gives
To patience, and faith, and love.
EDMESTON.
The last extract from her Journal represented Lady Colquhouii as sitfFering from enfeebled health. This trial was of long continuance; but it was sanctified. It turned her thoughts more stedfastly towards that world of which she thought it likely that she might so soon be an inhabitant, and it roused her to make more efforts for the good of that one which she was leaving. Amongst other plans of usefulness was one which, abruptly suggested, would have startled her diffident and retiring nature; but the idea stole on her so gently, and the process went on so imperceptibly, that almost before she saw it formidable, she found it a fact accomplished. During those languid months when debarred from active employments, she might often be observed seated on her camp-stool, beside the lake, or in some sheltered spot, and with her pencil tracing her meditation as it rose. And as such papers grew upon her hands,
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and she felt some pleasure in perusing them, the thought occurred that in a connected form other people might read them, and might haply derive some profit. And she liked the scheme all the rather when she thought how isolated she was, — how few, comparatively, came within her personal influence, and how seldom, even to those few, she could talk on the things importing their eternal peace. So that this expedient of addressing them anonymously in little books seemed quite the plan for doing all the good and shunning all the notoriety.
Her first publication was the tract to which reference has abeady been made.* With that scrupulosity which strikingly distinguished her character, it was entitled, “A Narrative founded on Fact.” Although every particular was stated vdth all the accuracy of an excellent memory, yet, as she had taken no notes at the time, and could not answer for every turn of expression which occurs in the dialogue, she thought it needful to insert this qualification. The story is not only essentially true, but it is an afiecting record of God’s grace. It wfil be read with much advantage by those who are in the habit of visiting
* “Despair and Hope.” See p. 89. their poor or afflicted neighbours, and we believe that it has been the means of conveying to some troubled spirits light and comfort.
Next year, viz., in 1823, appeared “Thoughts on the ReUgious Profession and Defective Practice of the Higher Classes of Society in Scotland. By a Lady.” This little volume she wrote with an especial eye to her own personal acquaintances; and though it did not excite general attention, under her incognita she was frequently cheered by knowing that it had fallen into the very hands for which she designed it, and that in some cases beneficial results had followed.
This encouraged her to give to the world, in 1825, “Impressions of the Heart, relative to the nature and excellence of Genuine Rehgion.” Even in its nameless disguise this work was widely circulated, and from its good sense and high-toned spirituaUty, along with the refinement of taste and delicacy of feeling which it everywhere betokened, many of her personal friends suspected the authoress. And its popularity has not exceeded its merits. Of that artistic skill which makes the most of materials, and which, ia the pages of some celebrated female essayists, brings out effects so brilliant. Lady Colquhoun was nowise ambitious; and here and there it would be easy for an ordinary critic to balance the antithesis more nicely, or nib into a sharper paradox the pungent aphorism. But to a higher order of readers these beautiful essays bear a special charm, by reason of their graceftd ease and natural truthfulness. Like the conversation of their compiler, they are genuine and inartificial, spontaneous and heartfelt; but still the utterance of a mind whose every tendency is upward, whose every association is with things pvire and good and elevated. And in such chapters as “The Invisible Mark,” “Cease ye from Man,” “The Ascent of the Mountain,” “The Celestial Visitant,” and “The Multitude before the Throne,” we are persuaded that all congenial minds will eagerly respond to the devotional fervour, the bright but chastened fancy, and the holy fidelity in which the gifted authoress has so well transcribed herseE Calm, cheerful, Christ-loving, no book could be more rightly named than these “Impressions of the Heart;” for, according to the Indian’s definition of writing, she who penned them has “pressed her soul on paper.”
“Minhurgh, 117, George-street, Jan. 19, 1823. — After dinner, being unable to read aloud from my cough, I had a most interesting conversation with a very dear friend, for whom I prayed with tears and faith. Since last Sabbath, and indeed before it, I have been remarkably happy in my devotional exercises. I have seem-ed more time for them, and have been confined at home, my cold hindering me from going to several parties. I have also been busily employed in a work that seems strange to myself. Early last summer my little book was published, and has met with acceptance; I even heard one instance in which it had been beneficial; praised be God! And I am now attempting something on a larger scale, though whether or not it will see the light, I cannot tell. But I have been earnest in my prayers for direction and assistance, which encourages me to hope it may be blessed. Amen.
“March 2. — Again detained at home by a cough, which has never entirely left me since coming here. My frame has been far fi?om lively; but I have had some feeling thoughts of my wants. Read Traill’s Works with great pleasure; they are full of spiritual food. My book came out last week. I have prayed to be kept out of sight, and to be honoured as an instrument in the hand of God. Who knows what good may be done? I have also prayed to be kept humble if it should meet vvdth any approbation, and I am not sensible of any elation regarding it. If it should pass with little notice it could do me no harm.
“23. — Attended in the Canongate and in St. George’s, and heard two excellent sermons. Mr. Thomson’s, on the value of the Scriptures, was verystriking. The duties of the evening were performed as usual, and at night I really prayed. This day has been comfortable; but last week I was much in company, and I seem as unable as ever to withstand its influence. I am almost weary of repeating my conviction of gmlt, of weakness, of earthliness; but each day proves it, and every period of my life. In town I fancy I should be better in the country; in the country I imagine a change of means would enliven me. No. It is myself I would fly from.
0 wretched being, who shall deliver me! I thank God, through Jesus Christ, my Lord.
“Bossdhu, June 1. — One great cause of complaint with regard to myself I think is, that I live too little upon Christ. I could not live without him; but
1 forget my need of daily and hourly supplies from his hand of support and grace. I forget to ask his aid, not merely formally in the morning, but often, and as my necessities arise. I forget to hold with him a continual intercourse of prayer and praise; in short, to live by his constant bounty, as the Israehtes lived by the heavenly manna.: — It has given me no small concern to find that I am suspected by some as the author of my last little work; but I have entreated my Lord to manage for me everything concerning it, and I am confident he wiH.
“8. — No sermon at Luss, being the Sacrament at Bonhill. Have, during the forenoon, been very happy in reading and prayer, and in conversation with Sir James on the great and glorious events which we are led by prophecy to anticipate as very near. In ah probability we shall be laid in the grave before the time is fulfilled; but stOl the prospect is cheering, that the kingdoms of this world shall become the kingdoms of the Lord and his Christ.
“22. — Thanks be to his mercy, the love of Christ — that long-wished-for grace — of late has dawned upon my heart. I have been more alive to my Saviour’s beauty, and have felt my dependance upon him for everything, ahke for one moment’s comfort, and for the happiness of a whole eternity. My intercourse and communion with him have been sweeter, and I can cast on his care myself and all my concerns. I feel the inferiority of creature love. Amen; thus be it to thy poor worthless child more and more, dear Lord!
“July 13. — Since last Sabbath a powerful temptation has occurred to my mind, and damped my joy.
It was first impressed upon me that om* Lord is not equal with God the Father; but after searching my Bible, this text set me at rest regarding that point, ‘Making himself equal with God,’ an inference which he does not deny, John v. 18. But here my spiritual adversary did not rest; for being relieved as to that point I was next tempted to doubt the truth of revelation. Sad was my heart for some days as I laboured to recollect the evidences that the Scriptures are divinely inspired. I felt that Satan was envious of my hope in God, and strove to destroy it; and yet doubt would force itself on my mind. If I had no God on whom to rest, all was lost. Among other bookfe, ‘Watson’s Apology’ has been of use in leading me to see the reasonableness of belief in Jesus. That the facts recorded in the Bible are true, profane as well as sacred history testifies; and if these are true, Christianity is true. O Lord, confirm my weak and wavering faith!
“13. — My faith is confirmed. The proofs from prophecy, from miracles, from the life of Christ, from the tendency of the Gospel, and many others, are indeed satisfactory. And now, 0 Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thy word.
“20, Communion Sabbath. — When I consider the price paid for our redemption, how marvellous is the theme! So faxniliar to our thougMs lias it become that we can scarcely reflect on the amazing truth that God suifered to save us. O may I for ever live to praise him! He suffered in no slight measure, but intensely, and with the natural dread and aversion from agony that we all feel; yet calmly, resolutely, and with the dignity which his divinity alone could inspire.
“Aug. 31. — Death has made an inroad on my real friends. My old and faithful servant, Morris,* has gone to her eternal rest, full of days, at the age of eighty. She brought up my beloved Hannah and me, not only with care and affection, but with an endeavour to lead us in the paths of piety. I rejoice to think that we were a comfort to her in her decUning years. And now I alone am left of our nursery circle. Both the departed have gone, I trust, to glory. Oh may I follow!
“Oct. 5. — Have to complain to-day of a lifeless heart. What a difference is there between the duties of religion as performed when the blessed Spirit enlightens, warms, and purifies, and when all is the outward act! I hope, however, I am not wrong in relying on the Saviour for acceptance, even in performing duties such as these. He is perfect, and through his sacrifice and righteousness my poor * See p. 9. services will, I trust, be pardoned and received. In going to cliurcli I saw a melancholy scene. The excessive rain of last nigtt had flooded whole fields of com, and in some places the sheaves had floated into the lake, and the poor people were trying to save them.
“117, George-street, Bdinlurgh, ieS. 15, 1824. — Oh how shall I praise the Lord for his goodness! Last week I was much in company, and alas, alas! I much forgot my God. But hearing that this was the Communion Sabbath in the Canongate Chapel, though without the possibility of devoting any time to preparation, I resolved to attend, and never did I enjoy more of the presence of God at his table. Oh! he is kind, he is gracious to a poor, weak, inconsistent, lifeless creature. Every word of Mr. Tait’s exhortation reached my heart. He exhorted us first to remember our transgressions, our shortcomings in duty, our unworthiness. I thought, I am sure this is for me. But having wounded he healed, and next pronounced the mourner ‘blessed.’ He then exhorted us to expect largely, for here God smeUs a sweet savour in Christ crucified; and he concluded by enforcing holiness, — yea, to shine with the lustre of holiness, while we exhibit the depth of humility. Returning home, I prayed to my exalted
High Priest with very much feeling, giving myself entirely up to him, and imploring his blessing on me and my family for evermore. In the evening I read to my young people and servants with pleasure, and all the day have felt near to God, united to him in covenant, complete in Christ.
“Bossdhu, Sept. 5. — Last Lord’s-day I was in Edinburgh, having gone for medical advice.... Attended St. George’s with benefit; but, alas! I have to record an act of transgression in return for the Lord’s mercy towards me. I was Living at the
British Hotel, and Mrs. asked me to dine with
her after sermon. We never accept invitations on Sabbath; but somehow I agreed, as we were to remain only two days in Edinburgh, and the following one was to be spent with my father’s family. It did not occur to me that I had done wrong, tiU I found how the evening was employed, and then all the objections to my going occurred in full force; my own loss of spiritual feeling; example to others; the remark of one asked to meet me, but who did not come, and which stung me to the quick, — ‘I am sure I may do what Lady C. does; ’ besides the employment of servants in preparation, &c. O Lord, pardon this wilful offence, and may I never thus spend thy holy day again!
“Oct. 17. — Being employed last week in some deeds of mercy, rejoiced to think that such was the frequent employment of my Lord. Was dehghted in reviewing his character, and longed for greater assimilation to it.
“Nov. 21. — Have been again in Edinburgh. Went with Sir James to witness my sister Julia’s marriage to Lord Glasgow, n event which gives satisfaction to the whole family. May it be blessed to their everlasting good! It was the time of the Edinburgh sacrament. I attended in St. George’s, and was pleased, but I fear not much edified. This day, at home, with no means but my book, my heart has been with God.
“4, Charlotte-square, Edinburgh, Jan. 16, 1825. — I have been weak and low, and prevented last Sabbath from writing here; but I cried unto the Lord and showed before him my trouble, and he Ustened to my supphcation. To-day have been twice to St. George’s, and particularly blessed in the afternoon: the sermon upon ’ abounding more and more in religion.’ My intended work, ‘Impressions of the Heart,’ is in the press. Oh for a blessing upon it! Lord, hear my many prayers for this! Let it find acceptance with the world. Give it access, not only to the closets, but to the hearts of thy people. It is indeed much to ask from a means so inconsiderable; but, Lord, make it extensively useful. “Feb. 6. — On Friday, accompanied by Sir James, my brother George, Mrs. Sinclair, &c., drank tea with Dr. Colquhoun of Leith. It was truly affecting to hear the venerable man discourse on prayer and other religious topics. He gave me and mine his fullest blessing, and I was refreshed by the visit.”
As has already been noticed. Dr. Colquhoun was a native of Luss, and, of course, a member of the clan. For nearly fifty years he was minister of the New Kirk, Leith; and to his sohd and systematic expositions of Scripture hearers resorted not only from the city of Edinburgh, but from places as remote as Dalkeith and Newbattle. Besides Boston and the Erskines, his theological models were Witsius and Msestricht, Voetius and Cloppenburg, and his own mind had all the system and precision of a Dutch Divine. No modern better merited the title so often bestowed on the puritans, — “a painful preacher of the holy Gospel.” His expositions were ready-made commentaries, and every sermon was a chapter in a forthcoming treatise, whilst his dehberate enunciation, like an audible typography, rendered ample justice to every italic, dot, and hyphen. It would, however, be a great mistake to fancy that he was a mere systematist. Much as they valued his methodical arrangement and exhaustive copiousness, the best of his hearers prized still more his affectionate applications of the truth, and the singular judgment with which he handled questions of conscience. And in the midst of his mUd catholicity, to many there was a peculiar charm in his covenanting fervour. Some of them can still remember with what pathos he used to pray that the Most High “would revive the credit of a covenanted work of reformation, that he would repair the carved work of the sanctuary, which had been broken dovra, and build up the breaches of Zion, which are Mride as the sea;” and they can tell how, in concluding an exposition of the Psalms which had lasted seventeen years, he remarked, “I have much reason to bless the Lord that I have never, like many of my brethren, been so far left to myself as to use in the public worship of God hjrmns of human composition.” *
* It must be regretted that, in common with, so many distinguished ministers of the Church of Scotland, Dr. Colquhoun has passed away without any tribute to his memory. The natural repositories — the religious magazines of the country, are vainly searched for fuller notices. In the “Christian Instructor,” vol. xxvi. p. 860, two of the most remarkable ministers of that day are thus disposed of: —
Except in theological soundness, the minister named in the next paragraph was a great contrast to Dr. Colquhoun. The fair, soft countenance, surmounted by its sleek, yellow wig, the measured tones and quiet air of the outer man, were in true keeping with the phlegmatic temper of the South-Leith divine; and as true an index of his lofty ideahsm and sanguine through-going, were the tall form, the brUliant but pensive eye, the nervous gait, and the impassioned address which marked the pastor of Strathblane. By nature a recluse, and rejoicing in a splendid hbrary, his philanthropy and his love of freedom drew him frequently into public life, and eventually health and life were lavished in efforts to break up the religious apathy of a singularly callous neighbourhood. With peculiar emotion the writer sometimes recals those magnificent exhibitions of redeeming love with which his own boyhood was
“Died, 28tli Oct. (1827) the Rev. Dr. Thomas Davidson, of Muirhouse, one of the ministers of Tolbooth Church, Edinburgh, in the 81st year of his age and 57th of his ministry.
“27th November, the Rev. Dr. John Colquhoun, Minister of the Chapel of Ease, Leith, in the 80th year of his age and 46th of his ministry.”
For the above notice of Dr. Colquhoun the Editor is indebted to his esteemed friend, Mr. Rowan, of the Free College Library, Edinburgh. familiar, and wonders how, like his fellowparishioners, he was so little thrilled by their grandeur, so little softened by their tenderness. To Lady Colquhoun, however, these attributes of the ardent evangelist were a sufficient attraction; and, after the death of Dr. Buchanan, the minister who enjoyed most of her friendship was Dr. Hamilton. And it is only because her fittest biographer died before her, that another pays to her Ladyship’s memory this tribute of inherited respect and attachment.
“March 13. — Have been much in the society of the pious during the past week, and it has been blessed to me. I had an unexpected call from Dr. Hamilton of Strathblane, which gave me great pleasure. He wishes that I should give my name to the next edition. Oh! what shall I, what should I do? Lord, take it or not as thou wilt, and may my fears, or perhaps vanity, be quite excluded. I would stand by, as having nothing to say in the decision. Let thy glory, and thy pleasure be the rule, and influence my mind according to these. On Tuesday was at a dehghtful meeting for the Irish. On Thursday heard Dr. Gordon preach a charity sermon for difiusiag religious knowledge among the poor. Friday dined with my brother- George, and met Mr. Wynne, and some others; and yesterday George took me to call for Lady Carnegie. AH these advantages have not been entirely lost upon me, but have been the means of raising my heart to God. Oh how dehghtftd will be the society of heaven, ever with one another, and ever with the Lord!
“Bossdhu, July 17. — Our communion. My mercies are new and my feelings varied. In the first place I have been greatly hindered in heart-work by bodily weakness. When I would pray, I incline to sleep; and I have been greatly exhausted both to-day and yesterday. Surely my Lord, my own Lord Jesus, who was himseK united to humanity, knows this. Would a kind father say to a worn-out child, Get up and work? May I not rather hope that the Redeemer’s language to me is, ’ the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak? ‘Nevertheless, I did come to Christ, and I did hope in him; and I do feel some love to my adorable Saviour. With somethmg of joyful anticipation I look forward to being with him for ever. Here, I am labouring to catch a spark or two of celestial fire; but oh 1 to have it blazing around me, enhghtening and warming my whole affections in the paradise above 1
“May 28, 1826. — (Beginning a new volume of the MS. journal.) My life wears apace! My appointed time is running on, years roll over and axe gone. Where are those with the occurrences of which I filled my last little volume? They have fled; but the remembrance of them lives not only in that little book, but in the mind of the eternal God. Each thought and every action is present with him, even as if it were only passing now. Then what a poor creature do I appear! and how rich is his mercy in compassionating and blessing such! I commence this book: shall I finish it? or shall this hand be arrested by death, and shall these fingers be consigned to the grave to mix with their native earth? Lord, thou knowest. But whatever awaits thy child, be present, my God, to cheer, to support, to strengthen, to sanctify, to glorify. Amen. Sir James has been absent about a fortnight, attending the General Assembly, of which he is for the first time a member.
“July 9. — Oh how great is thy goodness towards them that fear thee! towards them that hope in thy mercy! Thou hast refreshed the soul of thy poor weak servant, my God! Last week we had the happiness of a visit for some days from Mr. Malan of Geneva, with whom James resided for a year. He is a most devoted servant of God, and has been the instnunent of arousing, and I hope confirming, my too wavering faith. He dwells much on the necessity of assurance, and even appears to think it essential to saving faith. In this last I cannot agree with him; but I am convinced we doubt when we ought not. Wherefore doubt? Is it not the truth of God that we doubt? Perhaps our sins are the cause. Well, cleave the closer to the Saviour; we shall not fall away if he upholds us. Or, we are not sure that we have come to Christ. Then come now. To-day I am unable to attend the house of prayer; but oh! how sweet were my morning hours, when all the family were at church. Surely, Lord, thy dear servant who was lately here cried mightily unto thee for me, and thou hast heard his petitions. Present thou wast, even as if I had seen thee with me. I read the eighty-sixth and eighty -ninth Psalms. In the latter I read that ’ in thy righteousness I am exalted.’ The righteousness of God! noble thought! clothed with this, how perfect am I! where can blemish be found? I read that ‘Thou, Lord, art my strength.’ Then I shall never, never forsake thee, but go on from strength to strength. I read that ‘Thou, Lord, art my defence.’ Then evil cannot assail me. No, what I think evil is good, God stands between me and all harm. Let that barrier be broken, if it be possible! I read, ‘The Holy One of Israel is my King, and help is laid on One that is mighty.’ Oh! what a King! Dear Lord, thou art mighty, thou art holy; I will fight under thy banner; I will rejoice in thy name all the day long.
“JEdinhurgh, Feb. 11, 1827. — Have once more heard good Dr. Marshman preach from Romans xii. 1. Had likewise the pleasure of meeting him at my brother’s house last week. With my heart I gave him the right hand of fellowship. We may never meet again on earth, as he is going very soon again to India, to live and die in his Master’s service there; but I trust we shall meet in the multitude of the redeemed around the throne. My prayers ascend for him that he may be supported in whatever trials he is called to endure, and that after turning many to righteousness he may shine as the stars for ever and ever.
“Bossdhu, July 22, 1827. — ^A sweet day this, for though not in his temple, I saw the beauty of my King. I was prevented going from indisposition, which however did not prevent enjoying myself at home. I sat by the water’s edge, and in my little summer-house, with the Bible; and the loveliness of Jesus never appeared to me more apparent. How kind, how gracious his words! I have been thinking a good deal on the doctrine of assurance, of which much is said since Dr. Malan’s visit to Scotland. It appears to me plain that assurance is perfectly warrantable in any sincere believer, and ought perhaps to be more pressed upon such, than is often done; but I cannot exclude all who have it not. It is a grace, a gift, and is not given to all; and I do believe that saving faith exists without it. Does not our Lord himself speak of weak faith, accompanied by doubting? (Matt. xiv. 31.) I feel, however, that unbelief is siniul, and do indeed hope, and am confident of being myself accepted, freely, for His name’s sake. Mrs. Bailhe and my sister M. are here.
“Edinburffh, Feb. 3, 1828. — Mr. Tait’s sermon was from these words, ‘O Israel, thou shalt not be forgotten of me,’ and it did me good. Oh the height and the depth of the love of God! I have not been forgotten of htm; not forgotten in youth, not forgotten in trial, in care, in sickness; not forgotten when sinning, and forgetting God. Nor shall my little unimportant concerns be forgotten while I live; nor shall I be forgotten to eternity! Precious promise! for days of sore trial may come, but if God remembers his poor child they shall be mitigated. And none of my prayers are forgotten. Lord, I would acknowledge when I have myself forgotten them, thou hast often brought them to my recollection by granting their petitions.
“March 30. — In the evening went to my brother George’s, where Mr. Mejanel discoursed on the type of the Brazen Serpent. We had a little conversation on prayer, and he is almost the only person I have found who seems to have completely my ovra views on the subject; that ’ all things whatsoever we ask in prayer, believing, we shall receive.’ I know not what words to use stronger or clearer than the language of this delightful promise; and why is it not credited? Mr. M. said that real Christians are warranted to expect assuredly an answer to every prayer which they can offer vdthout doubting of its success; because this confidence is given by the Spirit of God; because his Word declares that when they pray believing, they receive their petitions; and because they vnU not be permitted by God thus to ask and yet ask amiss. By many this would be thought presumption or enthusiasm; but it has long been my belief, founded on experience and the promises.
“18, Circus, Edinburgh, April 5, 1829. — This is
the last Sabbath previous to my beloved ’s
leaving me. I feel strangely in the prospect of her being removed from my care, and sorrowfdly when I think of the days that are past, her mfant years as well as those when she has been my sweet and cheerful companion. This marriage is the subject of my ardent prayer; therefore it is well, it is right. I know the Lord hears his poor ungrateful servant, and this completely satisfies me as to the result.
“Bossdhu, April 26. — My beloved H. and Mr. R. are now in London. They have been pecuharly on my mind to-day, and I have again and again prayed importimately for them. I rejoice in this; for I know that prayer, real prayer, is heard; and therefore I believe that spiritual and eternal blessings await my children. I am happy to add that since my return home, I have felt spiritually minded, which is life and peace. I feel confidence in God, and commit all my concerns into his hand, believing that he vdll manage for me, what might seem immaterial to a feUow-worm, but which is not beneath the notice of the Eternal. I expect to have more tokens of his faithfulness yet to write of.
“Edinburgh, March 20, 1831. — I feel that I am not living for God solely and exclusively, as I ought to do, and as his people do. I feel a worldly, carnal spirit, and a sort of put-off religion which quiets the conscience, but which does me little good, and is not the radical principle influencing every thought. I know it is worldly care which has hurt me, and that Satan has found out a point in which I am indeed vulnerable, my anxiety respecting my family; and he tempts me to forsake the fountain of living water and hew out broken cisterns, which can hold no water.
“Bossdhu, June 12. — Another happy Sabbath spent at home. This being BonhiU sacrament there is no sermon at Luss. The influences of the Spirit were certainly visible this day in leading my heart to God. The character of Christ appeared to me in something of its genuine loveliness. I could pray with fervour, and feel what I read. Dr. Hamilton’s “Mourner in Zion comforted,” I found in many parts in unison with my own experience, and I read it with pleasure. Thus, when God is pleased to breathe on these dry bones they live. It may be needless to repeat that I am nothing, and can do nothing, but I am deeply sensible of the truth of it. My family having grown up, their various interests, and connexions, and plans have certainly led me in heart more into the world than I ever expected to be; but the Lord is faithful! He will find a method of escape, and surely I shall enter glory, shouting, ‘Grace, grace.’
‘’Regency-square, Brighton, Isfov. 27. — Last Lords-day was little like the Sabbath to me. I was in the steam-vessel, and unable to sit up at all from sickness. But in my little berth I remembered my God and was enabled to confide in him. Some repairs necessary to the safety of the ship, which had encountered a storm in coming from London, rendered a delay of two days necessary, and thus I was compelled to be at sea on Sunday, which I had particularly planned to avoid. Our passage was perfectly safe, and my prayers respectrag it all heard. Was one day in London. How affecting to see that place! so many interesting years have elapsed since I was there before, and two of my dearest friends there, my much-loved sister and excellent nurse, Morris, are gone to glory. On my way here I saw Mr. Maitland, of Clapham; — Oh! how changed! He is quite helpless from palsy; but he is one of the Lord’s people, and all is well. Nothing could be better ordered than every thing has been respecting this journey. Sarah and James have accompanied me, and Sir James is to follow in January. Mr. Ueade* and Helen we found well, and they are to be with us here. The Lord has fixed the bounds of our habitation in a good and cheerful house, and to crown
* John Page Eeade, Esq., of Stutton, Suffolk, her son-in-law. all, my heart has been much with him in prayer and praise. Went to St. James’s and heard an excellent sermon, — ‘The name of the Lord is a strong tower.’ What a tower of strength that name has been to me! And shall it not continue to be so till death, in judgment, and throughout eternity?
“Jan. 1, 1832. — Have again been twice at church, first in the Chapel Royal, where I saw their Majesties,
and heard the Bishop of preach. I trust the
truths of the Gospel may sometimes bless the Royal party, but certainly it was not so to-day. I felt interested in our Queen, who seems religiously inclined.
“Jan. 15. — Have again listened with much pleasure twice to Mr. EUiot. Sir James arrived here in perfect safety last week, and my brother George is also with us. He gave a noble proof to-day of devotedness to the King of kings. When an invitation from the palace came for him to dine with our monarch on this sacred day, he did not hesitate a moment to send a refusal, which he did in most respectful and affectionate terms. How this will be taken it is impossible to say; but I rejoice that an opportunity has been afforded my brother of shewing his sincerity at the Court, and that I have a brother capable of acting thus. May the Almighty bless and preserve him!”
The incident to which the foregoing extract relates aiforded great delight to Lady Colquhoun. Her brother was staying with her at the time, and as valued reUcs she preserved the card of invitation, dated, “Pavihon, Jan. 15, 1832,” and a copy of the answer which she sought leave to transcribe. And we are sure that Sir George Sinclair will forgive the pubhcation of that letter if it contribute, however remotely, to a cause which he has much at heart.
“Sire, — No one can value more highly than I do the honour and privilege of being at any time permitted to enjoy that social intercourse with which your Majesty has, on so many occasions, been pleased to indulge me for so many years. But I am fully aware with how much consideration your Majesty enters into the feelings and sympathizes with the wishes of those whom you honour with your friendship. I have for some time past been led to entertain very different notions from those which I once cherished as to the observance of this day, and subscribe fully to the views which the Church, and I may add, the legislature, have laid down with respect to its importance. Encouraged by the latitude of discussion which your Majesty has so long and so kindly vouchsafed, I lately took the liberty, though in opposition to your Majesty’s opinion, to maintain that not merely a part but the whole of this day should be devoted to those great purposes for which divine authority has set it apart. I may be permitted to add, from grateful experience, that this decision has its reward even here. I have found that God honors those who honor him, and, though encompassed with sin and infirmity, I can testify, that he is not an austere Master, that he has strength for all our weaknesses, indemnity for all our sacrifices, and consolation for all our troubles.
“I feel bound, on principle of conscience, to deny myself, what is always one of my most valued gratifications, that of paying my humble and most affiectionate respects this day, and must rest satisfied with renewing in my retirement those earnest supplications for your Majesty’s health and happiness which are equally dictated by regard for the public welfare and by a thankfully cherished remembrance of much distinguished and unmerited kindness.
“I have the honor,” &c.
The sequel was no less worthy of the King. Next morning, whilst they were seated round the breakfast table, a royal messenger arrived charged with an invitation to the Pavihon that evening. His Majesty made no allusion to the letter; but to show how perfectly he appreciated the motives of his guest, he went beyond even his usual urbanity and kindness; and to the close of his reign no interruption occurred in a friendship equally honorable to the accomplished commoner and to the frank and warm-hearted monarch. To every pious subject it must also be a source of hvely satisfaction to know that in the Pavihon itself originated measures which have materially tended to promote the better observance of the Sabbath in Brighton. It is said that there were certain arrangements in the Royal household which undesignedly entailed a large amount of Sunday labor; but when the facts were represented to Queen Adelaide, she immediately commanded that the orders in question should be given on Monday instead of Saturday as heretofore; and this act of Christian consideration has been extensively copied to the great rehef of many a laundress who formerly could not “remember the Sabbath-day to keep it holy.” In unison with this tribute to the Divine command was the injunction of our present Queen, forbidding the exhibition, on the Lord’s-day, of the state-apartments at Windsor Castle; an act which, along with Her Majesty’s patronage of the Sabbath-observance movement among the working classes, has given a much-loved Sovereign an additional claim to the gratitude and attachment of a Christian people.
And here we may notice the loyalty of Lady Colquhoun’s religion.. She - had no ambition to “dwell in king’s houses,” and notwithstanding the favor in which both her father and brother stood with successive sovereigns, her biographer is not sure that she was ever presented at Covirt. And when, on the occasion of the Royal visit to Edinburgh in 1822, her husband went to do homage to George IV., from aversion to scenes of gaiety and grandeur she forbore to accompany him. But frequent allusions in her diary showed how eagerly she hailed every indication of piety in high places, and how mindful she was to make intercession for kings and all in authority. She had hnks of attachment to the throne which gave to her loyalty a sentiment more affectionate than the duteous feeling of an ordinary subject; and it would be well for the land if the same personal and prayerful interest in its rulers were shared by a larger portion of the religious community.
“London, March 25, 1832. — We returned here last night, after spending a few days pleasantly at Mr. Fuller Maitland’s. We are on our way to Stutton, where we intend being to-morrow. At Kingston I went with Miss Massie and saw my beloved sister’s grave; it is in a pretty and peaceful resting-place.
The chancel of the church where she is laid is venerable and very spacious; Jhere she will arise at the resurrection of the just. I have felt animated and invigorated by intercourse with the pious. Oh for grace to follow the footsteps of the flock! To-day I again had the privilege of hearing Mr. Howells, and having a pencil I wrote dovra a few of his striking observations. From the first lesson for the day (Gen. xxxix.) he noticed the superiority which God’s people may acquire over temptation; that our best security from it is in flight; that the reality of our principles is generally in some way or other tried; and that we may learn from this chapter tenderness to dehnquents, which Potiphar showed to Joseph, believing him guilty. The second lesson was in John xii.; from which he observed that our Lord’s humiliation was real, and not like man’s, who is often proud of it; that Christ’s death was as necessary for our salvation as that wheat must be put into the ground before it springs again; that the beauty of God is hoHness, and how can we hope to attain beauty in anything else? The sermon was from Jeremiah xxxii. 40. He said, God puts his fear in the heart and keeps it there. The will of God is all holy and good, and when we shall know all his counsel we shall rejoice in it for ever. The fear is in the believer’s heart; his whole heart is changed to love what God loves. He has motives to fear and love God that angels have not. They were not redeemed from sin and saved by Christ’s death as he is. Believers fear God from his moral perfections. They fear him in his providence. Have we then seen the beauty of God in his holiness? Have we experienced the pleasure of religion? And do we rejoice in the appointments of God? He concluded thus: God appoints everything for me, I know it is best for me, I have nothing to do with it, but rest satisfied with his wiQ. Every thing is welcome that God vdUs. I shall rejoice in it hereafter, and I will rejoice in it now. I need have no anxiety, for all is arranged by infinite wisdom, and by my Pather.
“Bossdhu, June 10, 1832. — There is again no sermon in this parish, and again I am spending the day happily and profitably. Enjoyed much trust and confidence in prayer. Read over a year or two of this book, — the latter part of it; and with thankfulness and pleasure I trace that religion has advanced during the last twelve months. Before this there was a season of declension. I know well by whose power the good seed is preserved; and I thank God and take courage. I was much gratified to observe more attention to religious reading in my family than common. I went out with the Bible and read at the side of the lake, with much pleasure, the last chapter of St. Luke. I have also satisfaction in the instruction of my maids, who were all attentive and interested.
“Sept. 16, 1832. — I hope I continue in a frame of mind more like a Christian, than I sometimes experience, but I am far from meaning that any high degree of devotional feeling is my attainment. My best days are thus spent; in prayer I feel that I address an exalted Priend, who, I believe, Ustens to and answers my supplications. I feel a greater sense of the reality of the being and presence of God. I go from prayer, like Hannah, ’ with my countenance no more sad.’ I feel a greater soHcitude that myseK and others should do the wUl of God. I feel a greater satisfaction in thinking of God and a future state, and I am more reconciled to the thoughts of leaving the world. And then all seems bright and cheering, for I commit my present and future concerns to the guidance of Almighty power and wisdom. Such as this, is the most I know of experimental religion; ecstasies or any rapturous emotions were never mine. Perfect, Lord, that which concerneth me!
“Leamington, Boyal Hotel, March 3, 1833. — I have been here more than a week, and have reason to
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bless God for many things regarding my removal from home and the state of health in which I found my dear H — . We are comfortably settled here,- and I commit my way to the Lord, trusting in him. My religious feeling has been very low of late, but seems to revive in some degree to-day. I have not been able to attend public worship, having caught a bad cold on the journey.
“March 17. — I certainly have to lament (yet how little, in truth, do I feel it!) that religion is at a very low ebb with me at present. I have been twice at church to-day, and in the morning heard a scriptural sermon from Mr. Pope; but I have little feeling of the truths of the Gospel. In the evening I had the chamber-maids of the Hotel up, as I had last Lord’s-day, to read and explain to them from the Bible, and I was interested and did my best to make the way of salvation plain to them. I have also been distributing tracts here.”
It would be a disastrous winter which should surprise us in midsummer; but the great Creator has a way of bringing it so gently on that the world is ready for its arrival, and all the better for its visit. The day shortens; the forest seres; and the world is warned. The air cools; the fervors of the solstice are forgotten, and before the frost appears the world is acclimatized. And by a process somewhat similar, when grief is coming om* Heavenly Father often forewarns and fortifies his children. So was it with the subject of this biography. In her serene and happy domestic life the simimer was now past and the harvest ending; but God forewarned her. She saw with steps progressive, though not startling, that disease advancing which was to summon from beside her the husband of her youth; and the impression of approaching widowhood was strengthened by a dream which so fastened in her memory that she could not shake it out. But she had a still better preparation. There is no fence against the storm so effectual as vigorous health and a pulse firmly bounding; and God gave her the preparation of soul-prosperity. The last quotation from her journal complains of languor; the next extracts will show how delectation and trust in God revived, and how by beneficent labours she was regaining spiritual tone and elasticity. Nor, in connexion with the sequel, will the reader fail to observe that special providence which called her attention so seasonably to the treatise of the good old Puritan.
“Bossdhu, April 28. — When thinking over the ways of providence, I saw in a bookseller’s shop Flavel’s ‘Divine Conduct of Providence.’ Struck with the title 1 bought it. Every word came home to my heart and to my experience. Oh let me praise the Lord for wonderful compassion to a poor sinful worm! I feel safe in his everlasting arms and in believing that he will perform all things for me.
“May 5. — To-day I am at home, having a cold, or probably influenza, which is all over the kingdom at present. I bless God that my frame of mind, although not particularly lively in religious duty, is settled, calm, and not without interest in the subject. I have been enabled to pray in reality and to commit every concern to God, and to view him ordering all my little affairs as- if- there were no other being to care for in the universe. It is thus only that we can bring it home to our hearts that the great God careth for us; for we are apt to imagine that, like man. He cannot manage so much at once, and will be forgetful of what is infinitely interesting to his creatures. Flavel’s book on Providence continues to charm me, being completely in unison with all my experience. AU that he says I have known and felt.
“June 2. — Since writing the above I have been in Edinburgh, with Sir James. His medical attendant there (Dr. Wood) has prescribed various remedies, but evidently thinks seriously of his complaints. O Lord, fit and prepare him and me for whatever may be thy vstU respecting him. I feel assured that God is ordering everything for the very best as regards him; and one thing gives me the greatest pleasure, — the religious impressions my dear husband seems to feel.
“July 30. — I was at church and taught the school. Oh! for ever blessed be the Lord! I now feel as if on a rock, as if God will assuredly so manage every concern for good that no evil shall ever befall me. I do commit my way to Him and trust also in Him. The children whom I teach at the school appear interested, and I am encouraged to hope for a spiritual blessing to them. Amen.
“October 27. — To-day I took leave of the Sabbath-school, the days being too short to admit of teaching it. I spoke to the girls as impressively as I could, and was happy to observe the greatest interest in most of them. The regular scholars, after a short vacation, will meet for religious instruction on Mondays, I rejoiced this Sabbath in the Lord, who performeth all things for me, and in whom I am complete. Nothing beside him have I to trust to for temporal or spiritual benefits, — yet what more would I desire than a Divine Redeemer?
“Jan. 12, 1834. — Have heard of the death of my dear Christian sister-in-law, Mrs. Campbell, of Stonefield. She died at Pan, full of peace and hope. She will be an irreparable loss to her family, and a real loss to me. May I be enabled to follow her steps, for they lead to glory!
“Edinhurgh, April 6. — Was much gratified last week by finding that my little work, ‘Impressions of the Heart,’ is completely sold off and out of print, and that another edition is called for. To me it is a very pleasing thought that it is now in the hands of so many. I feel a hope that the Lord will use me for his glory. I thank God and take courage in the prosecution of the work I am now writingi Neither win be published tOl next winter, as this town wfil soon empty now.
“Bossdhu, April 20. — Once more settled in our beautiful abode, where nature, or rather nature’s God, has done so much to charm the eye. I have much reason for gratitude that my dear husband has been so much benefited by medical advice while in Edinburgh. We have all returned in prosperous circumstances; but I am detained at home to-day by a rheumatic pain in the face, which has been troublesome for more than a week. This forenoon it is easier; and, along with the Bible, I have been reading Neff’s interesting ‘Memoir.’ Have felt rather stupid and sleepy; but our merciful High Priest is touched with a feeling of our infirmities.
“May 18. — I was enlivened in religious respects last week by a visit, for a single night, from good Dr. Malan, of Geneva. It is now eight years since he was here before; and although I was not so much impressed by his conversation as I then was, still I think I was sensibly benefited by it. I am led at present to live nearer to God, with a more simple dependance upon him for everything. This day I was more spiritually minded than last Sabbath, and employed myself as usual.
“Dec. 7. — Experienced real joy this morning in considering that some works of mercy I lately performed are acceptable and pleasing to God. This was no self-righteous feeling; for I well know with how much sin all I do is mingled: but it was delight in thinking I had pleased my best Eriend. I continue happy in communion with him, and trusting in his grace.
“May 3, 1835. — My kind Christian friend. Dr. Hamilton, of Strathblane, is, alas! no more. He died, after a short illness, a fortnight ago. Last week I paid my first visit to the prison at Dumbarton. I have undertaken to superintend the female prisoners. May - a blessing rest on my poor endeavours!”
It was by the excellent Mrs. lYy that Lady Colquhoun was first enlisted in the arduous business of prison-visitation. In a letter vrritten to Mrs. Reade about this period she alludes to these labours: —
“I was very much interested in the poor depraved boy, and have succeeded in obtaining permission to have him taught to read, about which I was very anxious, as in this way access would be got to his mind. And much to my gratification I have got a very fit person to teach him. He is a schoolmaster in the place, and enters zealously into the business. He went to see his scholar when I was there, and said he had never met with such deplorable ignorance. The youth had never seen a Bible, had never heard of a God, excepting to hear his name taken in vain, and had never entered a church. His master is to strive to instruct him in religion along with the A, B, C. I also visited the poor woman the day before she was liberated. She received me with great pleasure, said she ‘had been through the book I gave her, three times,’ and expressed much gratitude for some tracts I left with her. I asked if she would read them.
‘Yes, ma’am, that I will,’ said she, ’ and take them wi’ me wherever I go.’ She is poor, and after thinking whether I ought to give her money or not, as she is rather too covetous I I ventured to give her half-a-crown, thinking she might have nothing when she left the prison. This quite overcame her, and she only said, Ma’am, I do not deserve it,’ with tears in her eyes.”
“July 12. — I have seen much since last I wrote here,” the journal resumes, “having been with Sir James and Sarah in Ireland. I spent two Sabbaths very happily there, — the first in Dublin, where I heard Mr. Matthias, of Bethesda Chapel, preach, and Mr. Stewart, of Union Chapel, both dear servants of God. The sermon of the latter, on the influences of the Spirit, came home to my heart; and the whole service, which was in the Presbyterian form, seemed to do me good. The next Sabbath we were at Cushendall, on our way to the Giant’s Causeway, — a sweet little village, and where there is a Gospel ministry. I enjoyed the whole day, and my heart seemed alive and happy. I distributed some tracts in poor Ireland, which were gladly received, even by the Cathohcs. On our return to Belfast, I was gratified to meet some apparently very serious Christians, in a shop of the name of M’. One of the sisters gave me a pHal
of their lavender-water as a remembrance.
“Sept. 13. — Have been in Edinburgh, where my dear husband’s health called me. He consulted Dr. Abercrombie and Dr. Wood. The opinion of both seems to be, that his complaints are alarming. I have long thought so. Oh! may the Almighty fit him for death, if such is His vdU, and give me strength of body and mind for whatever scenes await me.
“Sept. 20. — My dear Sir James having been worse than usual, we have fixed on going to Edinburgh to reside, on Tuesday next. This is, therefore, my last Sabbath here for the present; and, alas! it appears to me probable that the term when I inhabited this retired and beautiftd abode is now about to end. If so, the Almighty vriU again fix the bounds of my habitation, and I shall be where it is best I should. I have endeavoured to call my beloved husband’s attention to what I conceive to be his real state, and I have the heartfelt satisfaction to see him anxious to prepare for life or death. To-day I remained at home with him. Everything regarding our removal to Edinburgh seems providentially arranged. My God continues good.
“110, Princes-street, Edinburgh, Sept. 27. — We have been here for some days, and all has been mercifully ordered respecting our removal. My dear husband is, on the vrhole, better, and has been able to-day to attend in a small chapel in Young-street, where we have got seats, and where a truly pious young man, of the name of Moody, preaches. I have felt rather enlivened from his preaching and prayers, for I have been dull and dead in a great measure to spiritual things. One thought has cheered me, — that it appears to me I could give up everything here for God, were I called to it, and did I see Him as He is. I think I shall soon require all the consolation the Gospel affords, and I shall not need without enjoying it. He who has brought me hitherto, and supported me in every emergency, will continue to do so to the end.
“Sunday, Nov. 1. — Since writing here this day fortnight, there is no very material change in my dear charge. I am still passing through the dark scene of my nearest earthly relation’s death, or rather its forerunners. He has talked to me frequently of his religious hopes. He Ues like a little cMld at the foot of the cross. He says he is vnlhng to be saved in Christ’s ovra way, and to serve God to all eternity, and to cast his crown at the foot of the Lamb as humbly as any in heaven. I have always prayed, at least to see him die in the Lord, and trust my merciful, forgiving Saviom- has received him into the number of his own. This is the sacrament Sabbath here. I am unable to leave Sir James long, but mean to attend a table service in St. George’s, and perhaps the evening sermon.
“Jan. 3, 1836. — This new year has come mournfully in to me, — my father just dead, my husband without hope of recovery! But still the Lord liveth! Blessed, said the Psalmist, be my Rock! God is indeed a Refuge from the storm. O that I could lean more on a Foimdation so sure! There is no risk that it will totter, or fail me.
“2At7i. — Still my dear Sir James Uves. He is the shadow of what he was. His medical attendants give me no hope that he will long survive. Perhaps ere this hallowed day returns, he may be gone to the house appointed for all living, and his spirit may be rejoicing among the blessed. I wait the sovereign win of my Lord, and believe that He is doing well. Last night, in reading a sermon of my late worthy pastor. Dr. Buchanan, I was reminded of his practical piety; and the beauty of the Gospel precepts captivated me. I remembered former days, when the purity of the lessons of God’s Word was so much my deUght. I felt as if I had lost ground, and earnestly prayed to grow and shine in universal holiness.”
Mournfully passed that long winter; nor were their toils who watched over the sufferer cheered by any hope of recovery. “The post of observation darkened every hour;” and to affection it made the trial greater that the mental faculties at last partook of the body’s extreme exhaustion, and left little power of intercourse. But to Lady Colquhoun it was a ceaseless comfort, and it helped to inspire her fervent prayers, that up to the last hour of consciousness her beloved husband listened vdth meek earnestness to every portion of Scripture which she read, and joined devoutly in every petition offered in his hearing; whilst in prospect of his coming change, he uniformly declared that the Saviour was his only hope. During these silent watchings word was brought that her venerable father was laid aside from his long and patriotic labours; and, throughout his brief decline, Sir James found a melancholy source of interest in the communications which daily went and came betwixt their sick-rooms.
On the 21st of December Lady Colquhoun spent some time with her father, and in the course of conversation he caressed a wish that she would affix her name to her pubhcations. Two hours afterwards the tidings of his death gave touching import to the interview, and added to the request the solemnity of a dying charge. Sir John was gathered to his fathers from the midst of a hale old age and its cheerful occupations; and in a few weeks some of the mourners who encircled his grave in Holyrood Chapel, were called to join the sable procession which, up the Vale of Leven, and through the solemnized hamlets, conveyed to the ancestral cemetery the dust of his son-in-law. As it passed, one aged clansman was propped up in bed, and when he saw the hearse containing the lifeless form of his much-loved landlord, the old man fainted away; and everywhere was manifested the emotion of a people reverential to old lineage, and grateful to the proprietor whom constant residence had converted into their friend and protector. It was a fine winter’s day, and the sunshine had suspended the frost, when, round the old “chapel,” were congregated the tenantry of Luss, Row, and Arrochar, as well as many friends, and the gentlemen of the comity, and, borne on the shoulders of three Grants and three Colquhouns, the coffin was lowered into its appropriate resting-place.* Soon
* Sir John Sinclair died Dec. 21, 1835, aged eighty-one. Sir James Colquhoun died Feb. 3, 1836, aged sixty-one. The after, the sanctuary where so many generations sleep was set in order, and in its roofless solitude, or beneath the shadow of its coeval evergreens, the widowed survivor often lingered; and there she often mused on the day when, in the rising of His redeemed, the Saviour shall complete His own resurrection, and consummate their fcHcity.
The following is the passage in the journal which records this most solemn occurrence in her personal history: —
“Feb. 7, 1836. — At length my fears are realized! He to whom I was related by the nearest earthly tie, departed this life on Wednesday the 3d and has left me to mourn his loss. I was indeed long prepared for the blow; yet nature will feel, nor are we forbidden to weep. I dread being more sensible to the affliction hereafter, as there is a bustle incident to such a time which has a tendency to divert the mind, and, alas! to rob us of the improvement we might derive from it. Apparently my beloved husband suffered
usage above mentioned has obtained since the time of Sir James Grant. He married Anne Colquhoun, heiress of Luss. Their eldest son succeeded to the Grant estate, and was an ancestor of the Earl of Seafleld; their second son succeeded to the estate and baronetage of Colquhoun. for fourteen hours before rather severely; but his medical attendants assured me that from want of consciousness he was not sensible of pain. Yesterday the dear remains were deposited in the coffin; I loved to look at them, and feel grieved that they must be removed from my care. The key of the room I kept, and many times I had looked on the countenance, which fully retained the likeness, and was placid and serene. 0 Lord, I would trust that he is justified freely by thy grace, that he is accepted vdthout money and vdthout price. This was all his hope and all his desire. And now be to me a husband, a father, a sanctifier, a strong tower to which I may continually resort. AU my hope centres in thee, my God, my all!”
It was during this sad and anxious winter that the new edition of her “Impressions” was published, as well as a companion volume, entitled “The Kingdom of God.” In obedience to both her father and husband she now overcame her natural sensitiveness and placed her name on the title-page; and there can be no doubt that this authentication added weight and interest to works which the religious community had ah’eady learned to appreciate. How little of hterary vanity mingled with what was truly a Christian sacrifice may be seen from the following extract: —
“Jan. 10, 1836. — Last week I did what I never expected to do. I gave my name to the public as the authoress of my books! Not two hours before he died, my father requested that I should do so, and my dear husband always wished it; so that, from concurring circumstances, I have thought it the will of Grod. And now, O my God! for thy honour and the good of men I have made some sacrifice; therefore in mercy use my works to promote these glorious purposes.”
Amidst many communications received from sympathizing friends during that sorrowful spring, none was more welcome than the letter of her true-hearted correspondent in Canada, Mrs. Charles Scott. It is dated from the” Cottage of the Falls, U. C, April 25, 1836: —
“Need I tell you with what deep interest I read your letter from Edinburgh, my very dear Lady Colquhoun. It was long on the way, but the sight of your handwriting gladdened my heart in this distant land, when it did arrive. It tells me of
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affliction, of the Lord’s hand being at work, but shows me, at the same time, a mind resting on the Rock of Ages, a heart supported by the everlasting arms, and much, very much sweetness mingled in the cup administered by the hand of Love. I cannot tell you, dear Lady C, how much I long for further accounts of you. Your venerable father’s death I had seen an account of in the newspapers. But your threatened affliction in Sir James’s illness, I had not heard of, and do not now know if it may have pleased our Lord to give an unexpected turn to his illness, or if you are a ‘widow indeed.’ If such is the case, I have not the slightest doubt that you continue to find our faithful God very present with you, leading you to experience the fulness of many promises, which before you read and believed, but had no opportunity experimentally to prove. He who has been precious to you, and present with you so long, who gave you quietness of soul in the midst of outward trouble, will, I doubt not, continue unceasingly so to the end. This I know, but yet I long much to hear particulars from yourself. What a strong foundation the Christian stands upon, for time, as well as for eternity. God in Christ includes all that can be desired; and though our sins may appear deeper and darker each year that passes over, yet it does not seem to depress, but to raise the heart in increased thankfulness to Him who pardons them all, who ‘blots out, as a thick cloud, our transgressions, and as a cloud our sins.’ .... This situation, so far as temporal matters are concerned, is most desirable for a summer residence. Nothing can exceed the grandeur of the Falls, and no pen could give the least idea of them. We are within about ten minutes’ walk of the upper bank, and the view from this cottage is very beautiful: the rapids of the Niagara river just above the Falls, dashing on in continued foam, till lost in the dense body of spray, generally ascending from the Falls. The winter has been the most severe experienced for twenty years, the thermometer varjdng from zero to 16° below it. Extremely unpleasant such cold is to the feeling, but it has pleased God to continue us all in good health.”