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Oh! no, that's what ye're lookin' for, Ah sez, for Ah'd heerd rumours 'Ah'll no resign, Ah sez, 'but Ah'll jist wait till the Sabbath's ower an' Ah'll get ma ax, Ah sez, 'an by the help o' the Almichty Ah'll smash the abomination into a thoosand splinters!" His stick came down upon the doorstone with a crash that prophesied total destruction to the offending instrument.
"That's oor bell i' the parish kirk; there's no ither ane." "What is it ringing for? To-day is Thursday," asked Mr. Blake. "Aye," responded the other, "this is the fast day. Sabbath's the sacrament, ye ken, and they're maist awfu' strict aboot the fast day. They wadna work that day, nae mair than on the Sabbath. They willna even whustle. Ae mornin' I met Davie Drewry, an' 'twas the fast day.
If thee wants anything, ring thy bell." She came and stroked my brow gently for a moment, and then breathed softly: "God bless thee, Richard. May the Sabbath's peace quiet thy heart to- morrow." I awoke late Sunday morning and found Reuben watching beside me. "Thee's better, isn't thee?" he asked eagerly. "Well, I ought to be. You're a good fellow, Reuben.
But, the next spring, one of the prisoners, when leaving, alluded to a combination of a number, the year previous, and said considerable preparation for the work had been made, but after hearing that Sabbath's discourse, so many abandoned the project that the leaders had to relinquish their effort. This was repeated in substance by another.
"Afeart!" repeated the dying man, "afeart to meet ma Lord. Why should I be feart to meet a Man that died for me?" I inwardly blessed him for the great reply and engaged its unanswerable argument for my next Sabbath's sermon. No man dieth unto himself. "Wull ye dae something for me?" said Archie, suddenly. "Wull ye write to a man I kent lang syne?" "Certainly," said I. "Who is the man, Archie?"
We will, under no consideration, allow a brother Christian from another church to commune with us; if by stealth anyone does, we spare not his life. As the sun was setting, fatigued with the holy Sabbath's religious duties, I started to go home.
It was on Sunday that I most missed my Eastern home. I had planned beforehand what we should do on the first recurrence of this sacred day, under our own roof. "We shall have at least," said I to myself, "the Sabbath's quiet and repose, and I can, among other things, benefit poor Louisa by giving her some additional lessons of a serious character."
The short hours of that first Sabbath's ministry are crowded with work; and Christ's energy bears Him through exhausting physical labours, and enables Him to turn with unwearied sympathy and marvellous celerity to each new form of misery, and to throw Himself with freshness undiminished into the relief of each.
In Thomas Boston's Memoirs we continually come on entries like this: 'Preached on Ps. xlii. 5, and mostly on my own account. And, again, we read in the same invaluable book for parish ministers, that its author did not wonder to hear that good had been done by last Sabbath's sermon, because he had preached it to himself and had got good to himself out of it before he took it to the pulpit.
Saturday evenings he spent very much as he did the preceding ones of the week in giving Reuben his lesson, in posting up the week's accounts, and in reading law until bed time. On Sundays Ishmael rested from worldly labors and went to church to refresh his soul. But for this Sabbath's rest, made obligatory upon him by the Christian law, Ishmael must have broken down under his severe labors.
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