Chapter XXV: Appendix (3)

Accustomed as we are to fine churches, brilliantly lighted for all evening services, it is strange to think that till a quarter of the nineteenth century had elapsed, this, the principal church of the county, was only lighted once a year,[83] on the evening of the first Sunday of November, when the half-yearly celebration of the Holy Communion involved extra services. Then only were candles placed in the four old chandeliers, twelve in each. The pulpit and the precentor’s seat were likewise illuminated. The magistrates and all master tradesmen had their own candlesticks, as had also each family and many private individuals, so that the gloom was in a measure dispelled by about five hundred flickering candles, most of which must have been tallow, with long wicks constantly requiring snuffing, while the poorer folk could only afford rush-lights, so the light could not have been very brilliant; and as doubtless many candles were snuffed with fingers, the result, combined with the then prevalent habit of spitting on the floor, is not suggestive of cleanliness!

Now that lightning has become man’s ministering servant, and one magic touch floods home, church, or street with vivid electric light, it is really very difficult to realise how different all this was even in the last century. I myself can recollect the housemaid’s box containing flint and steel and tinder, with which to kindle a spark should the smouldering kitchen fire have died out in the night. Just imagine how wearisome was such a process on a cold winter morning, and how great was the advance when the first large, coarse, lucifer matches were invented. Well do I remember their strong sulphurous smell, and that of the servants’ tallow candles, flaring and guttering. And in all the cottages the only lamp was that small iron cruisie, specimens of which are now treasured as antiquarian curios.

The old church narrowly escaped being the scene of a dire tragedy, for on a certain Sunday in 1669, just after the congregation had “scaled” (_i.e._ dispersed), the roof of the nave fell in with an awful crash. The timber (which for three hundred years had supported the heavy slabs of freestone which were used instead of slates) had decayed, and at last suddenly gave way. The annals of the burgh record a meeting, “in the South Yle of Saint Geilles Church,” for considering the rebuilding of the said church, “laittlie fallen.”

Five years elapsed ere the necessary repairs were effected, after which all was secure till 1826, when symptoms of decay were again detected in the roof, and though the walls, pillars, and arches were so strong that they would doubtless have stood for centuries, and the old church could have been preserved at comparatively small expense, the town authorities decided, to the dismay of the people, that the whole must be pulled down, and a modern church of Grecian design be erected in its stead. The Holy Communion was celebrated for the last time in the venerated building of such varied memories, on the 1st October 1826, and the following day our good old friend Dr. Rose, minister of Drainie (near Gordonstoun), preached the thanksgiving sermon, and few of his hearers failed to share in the regret he expressed at the doom of the time-hallowed building. But no time was allowed for reconsideration, and no sooner had the congregation dispersed than the contractor commenced his work of demolition by unslating the roof, and two months later the destruction was complete, and included the carting away of a vast quantity of human bones from beneath the church and the surrounding street, which for five hundred years had been the hallowed “God’s-acre” of the burgh.

Just two years later, October 1828, the first service was held in the new church, the congregation being summoned by the self-same bells which had called their forefathers for so many generations to worship. The account of them, culled by Mr. Robert Young from the annals of the burgh, is so interesting that I venture to quote it:—

“The larger one, for sweetness and clearness of tone, is equal to any
in Scotland. It is said to have been recast in 1589 or 1593. The
little bell, called ‘the minister’s bell,’ bears the following
inscription—‘Thomas de Dunbar, me fecit. 1402.’ It therefore was the
gift of the Earl of Moray, and is a venerable relic of Roman Catholic
times.

“The big bell was rent in 1713 by a woman striking it violently with a
large key, for the purpose of rousing the inhabitants to quench a fire
which had broken out in the town during the night. It was recast 17th
August 1713, at the head of Forsyth’s Close, by Albert Gelly, founder,
from Aberdeen, the expense being defrayed by the magistrates; and it
is stated that upon this occasion many of the rich inhabitants of
Elgin repaired to the founding-place, and cast in guineas, crowns, and
half-crowns, and the poorer people smaller silver coins during the
time the metal was smelting, which contributed to enrich the sound as
well as the substance.

“On the king’s birthday, 4th June 1784, it was over-rung and rent by
the boys of the town, when it was taken down and recast at London on
the 17th October the following year, having the names of the
magistrates cast upon it. The expense was again paid by the town.
Since that time no further accident has occurred. It has continued to
pour out its sweet sounds daily, morning and evening, and to summon on
Sundays the congregations of the various churches in the burgh to
public worship, and may continue to do so for ages to come.”

It must be confessed that from a picturesque point of view Old Elgin in the first half of the seventeenth century must have been a very much more interesting town than it is now. Besides the fine old houses of the cathedral dignitaries—the dean and canons—all the principal county families had their “house in town,” occupying both sides of the High Street, and foot-passengers walked beneath low arcades formed under the projecting houses. All these were pulled down by degrees.

Curiously enough, though there is nothing to suggest that Elgin was ever enclosed by walls, it had four gateways, which were all standing till about a hundred years ago—namely, the East Port, the West Port, the Lossie Wynd Port, and the School Wynd Port. It is supposed that each had a portcullis, which was pulled down at night, but if so, they had been removed at some earlier period. These gateways being narrow, and a hindrance to modern traffic, their removal was decreed towards the end of last century.

Speaking of the separate “lofts” in the old church assigned to each trade, the gradual changes in these, as recorded in the annals, are interesting. In the thirteenth century we find mention of gardeners, carpenters, builders, armourers, shoemakers (called sutors), tailors (called cissors), and glaziers, whose rare art entitled them to a French or Latin name—_vitrearii_. About the year 1650 seven crafts were recognised in the burgh—_i.e._ saddlers, smiths, metallers, tailors, shoemakers, weavers, and butchers. But by the end of the century only six are named—namely, smiths, tailors, glovers, shoemakers, weavers, and carpenters—and these held the “exclusive right of exercising their own trade,” any outsider venturing to encroach on their privileges being forthwith prosecuted—a tyranny which became intolerable, and was finally swept away after the Reform Bill was passed.

While the Loch of Spynie was still an arm of the sea, bringing cargoes from France, Holland, and Germany, there and to Lossiemouth, within two miles of Elgin, there was a considerable foreign trade; but even allowing for a large export, the amount of malt manufactured in the town was startling. There were between thirty and forty kilns and barns, each substantial stone buildings about a hundred feet in length, for malting and drying the grain; and in A.D. 1697, out of a population of three thousand persons, no less than eighty were professional brewers and distillers. One of these showed that within three months he had brewed four thousand gallons of ale and four hundred gallons of _aqua vitæ_, _alias_ whisky. Considering the very large amount of foreign wines, brandy, and gin, which were imported from abroad, either above-board or by smugglers, we may infer that the home consumption of our ancestors was considerably in excess of that of their degenerate descendants.

I record this with something of the feeling of the man who, when he heard any very bad story, always said: “Now, I DO like to hear that. I say to myself, ‘I know I am bad, but I am NOT so bad as that!’”

It is, however, satisfactory and interesting to learn that early in the eighteenth century the malting-trade had so fallen off that the kilns were given over to the weavers, and were filled with their looms, each a centre of busy work, and this continued till well into the nineteenth century, when hand-looms gradually disappeared before the steady advance of spinning-jennies and other machinery.

It is really very difficult to realise how few of the modern comforts which we deem necessities existed a hundred years ago. Even in so important a burgh as Elgin there seems to have been no attempt at lighting the streets, and the first reference thereto in the burgh annals is in November 1775, when the Council considered the propriety of so doing, and decided to lay the matter before the principal inhabitants and the trades, in consequence of which, in the following February, “Mr. William Robertson was authorised, when he went to London, to purchase twenty lamps, and also to buy caps for these lamps.” This tentative effort was, however, soon given up, and once again the streets were left in total darkness through the long, long hours of winter nights.

Prior to eight o’clock, there was here and there a faint ray from a solitary lamp or candle in some shop window, but after that hour all was darkness, and if any convivial entertainment was prolonged till after dark (remember that sixty years ago the dinner-hour was generally about 3 P.M., and tea and card-parties began at 6), each party of guests was escorted home by a servant carrying a lantern; and very necessary was this precaution, for not only were there no side pavements for foot-passengers, and carts were left standing all night at the sides of the streets, but filth of every description was there accumulated.

But in 1830 a giant step in advance was made, and the town was lighted with gas. At that time almost every one who journeyed at all did so on horseback; so there were scarcely any private carriages in the town—only a few post-chaises for hire at the principal inn, and to hire one of these for conveyance to an evening party would have been deemed ostentatious extravagance. Even two sedan-chairs, which were imported for this purpose about 1818, obtained small patronage.

As regards the state of the streets, the town annals contain various suggestive entries. In September 1776 the magistrates resolved to stop the practice of thrashing and winnowing corn upon the street, and there depositing heaps of stones and manure. They therefore empowered “the officer who keeps the keys to secure and detain _whatever corn and straw may be found thrashing upon the street, and the dung or stones flung thereon, until trial_.”

In the following year the barking of dogs at night on the High Street was declared to be so annoying that their owners were required to keep them indoors, under a penalty of five shillings fine, and that the offending dog be shot.

In 1778 the Council took note of the spouts or scuttles projecting from holes in the side-walls of many houses, through which all manner of filth was constantly ejected into the street, endangering the clothes of passers-by. It was therefore ordained that these holes should all be filled up. Large dunghills or “middens” were, however, allowed to lie undisturbed in all the narrow wynds, at the doors of the houses, breeding frequent fevers.

In 1818 it was recorded that the streets were full of holes, dangerous to carriages and horses; and even so late as 1822 there were no side pavements, and the safest place to walk was the raised ridge in the centre of the street known as the “kantle of the causey,” or crown of the causeway, which was in fact a ridge of stepping-stones, which in wet weather afforded the only means of picking one’s way dryshod. The road sloping downward on either side ended in wide open gutters, which carried streams of rain-water and sewage to open ditches and larger gutters (which were often so flooded as to be impassable), whence they flowed into the river Lossie.

Yet—we must hope it was from some higher point!—water was daily brought from the Lossie in pails for cooking purposes, and clothes were carried to the river-bank to be washed. There were comparatively few wells in the town, either public or private, and it was not till 1850 that the town was fully supplied with pure water.

As regards firing, our ancestors were wholly dependent on peat and wood. It was not till the year 1754 that a ship loaded with coals came to Lossiemouth, the first cargo of the kind known to have been received at that port. The demand was so small that “the importer could not dispose of 100 barrels, but the country soon found out the value of the fuel. On 11th July 1768 the magistrates purchased from Thomas Stephen, senior, merchant in Elgin, 40 chalders of coals, deliverable at Lossiemouth, for behoof of the inhabitants of Elgin, at the price of 21 shillings and sixpence Scots (1s. 9½d. per barrel), a very considerable price for those days. On the 10th September they purchased 22 chalders additional from Alexander Davidson, shipmaster in Aberdeen, at 1s. 10d. per barrel.”

To ensure early hours, it was the duty of the town drummer to rouse the inhabitants at 4 A.M., and to go the round of the town a second time at 5 A.M., lest perchance they might have fallen asleep again; and in like manner at 9 P.M. he and his drum went round to give notice to all wise folk that it was time to sleep, because

“Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man healthy, and wealthy, and wise,”

and that

“He who would thrive must rise at five,
Though he who has thriven may lie till seven.”

The town annals record that in 1769 George Edward, tailor, was appointed to this office, and as regards the healthiness of the system, there could not be a better example than himself, for he never knew ache or sickness till disabled by old age, and his son, who succeeded him in office, carried on the tradition of his father.

In those days few people ever left their homes. In the whole parish of Elgin there were not more than four gigs in use, and it was a very rare thing for any one to go so far as Edinburgh; few indeed had ever visited London. There was no public conveyance north of Aberdeen. A mail-coach was started about 1812 to run between Aberdeen and Inverness. This it did very slowly, being run by only a pair, and those between Elgin and Torres are said to have been very decrepit old horses.

About the year 1819 a four-horse coach was started, which, leaving Inverness at 6 A.M., reached Aberdeen at 10 P.M. The original mail-coach followed suit, and the competition improved matters. About 1826 “The Star” was started, to leave Aberdeen at 8 A.M. and reach Elgin at 5 P.M. Other local coaches were started, but were frequently half empty. In 1835 “The Defiance” was started. Well do I remember it with its first-class team, and the scarlet coats of the cheery driver and guard, whose brass horn was the signal that news from the south was arriving.

In those days postage was so costly that letters were few and far between. So small was the correspondence even in the beginning of the nineteenth century, that the mailbags containing a very few letters were carried by a post-rider on horseback three times a week. And now our half-a-dozen heavy posts each day are too few for the present generation, who must needs telegraph about every trifle, often to the exceeding disgust of the country recipients of totally unnecessary messages, for which they have to pay large sums as porterage.

“The Defiance” continued to keep up its credit, till it was driven aside by the arrival of the railway, which was somewhat late in the day, as the idea that so gigantic an undertaking could ever pay, was considered preposterous, more especially the Highland line between Forres and Perth, crossing barren mountains. However, energetic men pushed the matter, and bit by bit from the year 1846 onwards, local railways were made, and finally in 1865 all were amalgamated under the name of The Highland Railway Company, with branches in every direction, and crowds of busy folk and tourists from every corner of the world—a change indeed since 1800! with the solitary post-runner and an occasional gig or post-chaise.

One very important reason against travelling on wheels was that till quite recent times there were no bridges: small streams were crossed on stepping-stones, and large ones by ferry-boats, and when rivers were in flood, passengers had to wait till the waters subsided, sometimes being detained for days in most uncomfortable quarters, while each year had a record of persons drowned in rashly attempting to ford the rivers.

With the exception of an old wooden bridge which crossed the Spey at Boat of Bridge, and which was ruined at the time of the Reformation, and a few other slight wooden bridges, there were none north of Aberdeen till the early part of the sixteenth century, when the first stone bridge over the Lossie was erected—a single arch founded on each side on the rock, and consequently so secure that it remains in use to this day. Unmindful of the wisdom of the earlier builders, a two-arch stone bridge across the Lossie was built in 1814, but being founded on gravel, it was swept away in the flood of 1829. Now we have stone or metal bridges for road or rail in every direction.

NOTE E

Anne Seymour Conway was the only child and heiress of Field-Marshal Conway, second son of the first Lord Conway. In 1747 he married Lady Caroline Campbell, daughter of John, Duke of Argyle, and widow of the Earl of Aylesbury. By her previous marriage she had another daughter, who married the third Duke of Richmond. The mother and daughters were all beautiful.

Anne Seymour Conway married the Honourable John Damer, eldest son of Lord Damer, afterwards Earl of Dorchester. He proved a worthless spendthrift, and on his father refusing to pay £70,000 for his gambling debts, he shot himself, after a riotous supper at the Bedford Arms in Covent Garden. Thus his young widow was left free to devote her long life to her loved art, and to the congenial society of the most cultivated of her generation.

When quite a young girl she had been taught by Mrs. Samon to model dainty statuettes in wax; but when only eighteen, being provoked by a sneer from David Hume, the historian, she set herself to chisel his bust in marble, and succeeded so admirably that she then studied anatomy under the best masters available. Her uncle, Charles Fox, and her cousin, Horace Walpole, encouraged her wish to excel, and the former was wont to say that “he prided himself more upon her talent than upon his ancient descent.”

She worked very rapidly, and produced spirited groups of horses and deer. Among her best-known busts are those of Mrs. Siddons, Miss Berry, Miss Farren, Horace Walpole, one of Charles Fox, which she gave to Napoleon, three of Nelson, one of which she presented to William IV., and which is now at Windsor Castle; another is in the Council Chamber at the Guildhall. She executed a statue of George III., a bust of Queen Caroline, and many others.

The two heads of Thamesis and Isis on Henley Bridge are her handiwork, the latter being a portrait of her friend, Miss Freeman of Fawley Court. The Academy in Florence awarded high honour to her life-like dog; while Horace Walpole gave her osprey eagle the place of honour in his gallery at Strawberry Hill.

On his death he left to her that fascinating home with all its contents, but on the death of her mother, who lived there with her, she made it over to the next heir, Lord Waldegrave, together with £2000 per annum assigned for its upkeep. She then bought York House, Twickenham.

In 1828, being eighty years of age, she died and was buried in the church at Sundridge, Kent, where her mother was already laid, probably because Coombe Bank in that parish had long been in the possession of the Argyll family.

Her tablet in the chancel of the church describes her as

“Sculptrix et Statuaria Illustris Femina.”

By her desire, her working tools, apron, and the leash of her favourite little dog, Fidele, were buried with her.

NOTE F
_Conditional Immortality_

Most Christians have been brought up to such implicit belief in our being all necessarily immortal, that the mere suggestion that the plain literal teaching of the Bible is that immortality is a conditional, special gift, is generally received with grave disapproval. Yet if the references to this subject are read without preconceived convictions, all seem to prove that although GOD created man capable of Eternal Life, man did not secure the gift, and I find nothing whatever to show that immortality either of soul or body was then conferred on him.

The story of man’s first disobedience simply records the warning, “In the day that thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die,” followed by the curse, “Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return.” There is not a word that could possibly suggest that immortality was conferred on him, to enable him to endure eternal punishment for temporal sin. On the contrary, everything goes to show that the Gift of Immortality was specially reserved. “Lest” (having now sinned) “he take also of the Tree of Life, and eat, and live for ever,” man was driven out of Paradise, and cherubim and a flaming sword were placed to guard the approach to the Tree of Life.

Observe that before he sinned he was not debarred from eating of it. He had the option of doing so, but did not.

No sooner had the Devil succeeded in inducing man to subject himself to the penalty of death, than ONE stronger than he undertook to take man’s nature upon HIM that by HIS perfect Sacrifice HE might “destroy death, and him that had the power of death, that is, the Devil,” and obtain the right to bestow on man the Gift of Immortality. “For GOD so loved the world, that HE gave HIS only begotten SON, THAT WHOSOEVER BELIEVETH ON HIM should not perish, but have EVERLASTING LIFE.” In Romans ii. 7 St. Paul says that to those who by patient continuance in well-doing, _seek for Immortality_, GOD gives ETERNAL LIFE.

Again, in the plainest and simplest words we are told that “The wages of sin is death” (simple death—not miraculously preserved life in torture), “but the Gift of GOD is Eternal Life, through JESUS CHRIST.” THIS GIFT OF LIFE IS THE KEY OF THE WHOLE GOSPEL—the “good news” concerning HIM, IN KNOWLEDGE OF WHOM STANDETH OUR ETERNAL LIFE. “WHOM TRULY TO KNOW, IS LIFE EVERLASTING.”

Having thus “brought Life and Immortality to light through the Gospel,” CHRIST is justly said to have abolished Death; and now HE proclaims to all, “Whosoever will, let him take the Water of Life freely.” Now, for the first time since the expulsion of man from Eden, do we hear again of the Tree of Life, no longer guarded by a flaming sword, but as the gift which CHRIST offers to HIS redeemed. “To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the Tree of Life, which is in the midst of the Paradise of GOD.” “Blessed are they that do HIS commandments, that they may have right to the Tree of Life.”

The horrible doctrine of the eternity of evil has developed as the natural sequence of a belief in inherent immortality. If once we fully grasp the grand central truth that everlasting life is ours solely through union with CHRIST, WHO IS OUR LIFE, the Pagan theories of a hell as meaning everlasting life in torture, crumble away almost of their own accord, yet by their lurid light men have for centuries distorted the words of Scripture, forcing them to fit their preconceived ideas.

Look, for instance, at the general character of the illustrations used by OUR LORD and HIS inspired servants, as symbols of the doom of the unsaved. If they intended to suggest continuity of existence under most adverse circumstances, they would certainly have made use of such figures as are most enduring in a furnace—such as minerals or metals. So far from this, every type seems purposely selected to denote utter frailty and the most perishable nature, or the most evanescent, such as “smoke,” “the early dew that passeth away,” “light clouds,” “a dream when one awaketh.”

Of enduring materials, such as metals, we hear only when they are “to be tried in the fire” for their own purification, to make them fit for the MASTER’S use, as when “HE sits as a Refiner of Silver,” patiently waiting till the purified metal reflects HIS own image.

But the swift destruction of those who will not accept HIS salvation is invariably compared to that of the most fragile substances—“an earthenware vessel broken to pieces” (frail, crumbling eastern pottery), “a garment eaten by the moth,” “thorns cut up and burned in the fire,” “bundles of tares tied up ready for burning, BEFORE the grain is garnered” (Matt. xiii. 30), “as stubble devoured by fire,” “like withered grass,” “as wax melteth before the fire,” “like burning tow,” “like chaff in the furnace of unquenchable fire” (that is, a fire which will burn till there is no more fuel to consume), like wood or hay—in short, every image suggests the most total and absolute destruction of whatsoever is cast into that furnace.

To those who refuse “HIM that speaketh from Heaven,” St. Paul has told us that “Our GOD is a Consuming Fire”—not a Preserving Fire which shall endow whatever is thrown into it with miraculous vitality in order to enable it to endure torture for EVER, and EVER, and EVER, without being consumed.

The same MASTER WHO told us that HE came to seek and to save lost men, told us that HE will also say: “Those MINE enemies which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay them before ME.” They would not accept HIS gift of enduring life, so even the life which they have is taken from them. That HE will utterly destroy HIS enemies is most plainly revealed, but by swift destruction, not prolonged existence in agony.

How can any one believe that HE WHOSE NAME IS LOVE would choose from HIS realm of perfect bliss, to look for ever and ever upon the beings HE once so dearly loved, enduring never-ending agony, which is only made possible by HIS miraculously endowing each with the capability of continued existence in ceaseless enmity to HIMSELF—or else uttering vain agonised prayers, to which (still more incredible) HE can listen unmoved throughout Eternity. Which of the creatures in whom HE has kindled one spark of HIS love could endure to know that this mass of individual misery was to continue day and night for ever and ever, while they themselves were in perfect bliss?

Apart from the certainty that the divine flower of mercy CANNOT thus wither and die in Heaven, the eternal suffering of human beings necessarily implies the eternal continuance of evil, and therein an everlasting triumph of the Devil, whereas we are expressly told by St. John that the SON OF GOD was manifested that HE might destroy the works of the Devil. And the same reason is given by St. Paul, “That through Death, HE might destroy him that had the power of Death, that is the Devil.” St. Paul has also told us that “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death.”

Not till this is accomplished can Christ’s victory be completed. The Lord of all Creation must reign alone in HIS universe, and THAT CANNOT BE till every trace of the consequences of sin—the work of the usurper—has been utterly effaced.

Then, only when all things that do offend have been totally and for ever destroyed, can HIS perfect reign begin on that “new earth, wherein dwelleth only Righteousness.”

Then, too late, it will be known how large a share of antagonism to GOD has resulted from the false teaching about HIS revelation concerning future life and death. I doubt whether in any other way has HIS love been so persistently “wounded in the house of HIS Friends,” as by this unjust misconstruction of HIS words.

The marvel is how Christians can have gone on from generation to generation, blindly accepting such horrible tradition. It can only be accounted for by the belief that the devil has persuaded them to hold this dark, discoloured glass between themselves and GOD. Yet they do hold it, and cling to it, quite as strongly as to any article of the creed, and it is only too certain that a multitude of really earnest Christians will buzz like angry hornets round any one who ventures to suggest a future less appalling than the hell of their imagination—that most subtle device of the adversary to misrepresent GOD, and estrange men from HIS love.

Yet from the careless attitude of even earnest Christians it is impossible to believe that they in the smallest degree realise the meaning of the eternal duration of such a life in death, otherwise their whole lives would of necessity be absorbed in one agonised effort to rouse their fellows to repentance.

As an instance of the perverted meaning attributed to many passages, take such an one as 1 John v. 11–13: “GOD HATH given to us Eternal Life, and this Life is in HIS Son. He that hath the SON HATH LIFE; and he that hath not the SON OF GOD, _hath not Life_.” This statement is in the plainest words reiterated throughout the Gospel, yet so skilfully has the enemy sown his tares amid the good seed, that men’s perverted reading of this and all kindred verses is: “He that hath the SON _shall have Life after Death_, and he that hath not the SON _shall live for ever in torment_.”

Is not this precisely the meaning commonly attached to the same message as spoken by St. Paul? “As sin hath reigned unto Death, so might grace reign unto Eternal Life by JESUS CHRIST our LORD.” “The Wages of Sin is Death, but the Gift of GOD is Eternal Life, through JESUS CHRIST our LORD.” Surely these words are very clear; but the sower of tares has so skilfully added his evil grain, that wherever in the Holy Scriptures we find this contrast of death and eternal life, men mentally insert the word “Eternal” before “Death,” and thus entirely pervert GOD’S message of Love.

To me this view of CHRIST’S work, that THE ETERNAL LIFE NOW BEGUN IN ME BY HIM IS THE SPECIAL GIFT WHICH HE DIED TO OBTAIN FOR ME, is infinitely more precious and love-inspiring than was the belief that the primary object of HIS dying for us was to save us from an immeasurable intensity of punishment which in my secret heart I felt to be in excess of my own deserts, or those of my fellow-creatures. Whereas now I can realise that the life which I NOW live, I live by the faith of the SON OF GOD, WHO loved me, and gave HIMSELF for me. Thus the dreaded hour of the separation of body and soul which we call Death, becomes merely an unpleasant incident in life nowise affecting its continuity.

I believe the choice of life to be entirely in our own option. If any one prefers that death shall be to him the end of life and love, he has only to glide along, and (always allowing for the last awful awakening to judgment, and to realise what he has failed to secure) I believe that he will eventually cease to exist in any form.

For my own part, I prefer the certainty of an eternity in light and love, WHICH CAN ONLY BE SECURED BY ACCEPTING IT NOW, as the gift freely offered to each one of us. And having accepted it, with my whole heart, of course, I do most earnestly wish that all I care for here should do likewise, that we MAY BE TOGETHER FOR EVER in that life of light and gladness.

If any one cares to go deeper into this subject, I would refer them to the volume which first awoke my own interest in it, _The Glory of Christ in the Reconciliation of all things, with special reference to the Doctrine of Eternal Evil_, by the Rev. Samuel Minton, M.A., of Worcester College, Oxford, published in 1869 by Longmans, Green and Co. (Of course the doctrine of the Eternity of Evil is a natural sequence of a belief in Inherent Immortality.)

Amongst other authorities whom he quotes are MARTIN LUTHER and ARCHBISHOP WHATELY. The former says, “I permit the Pope to make articles of faith for himself and his faithful, such as, _that the soul is Immortal_.” The latter says, “To the Christian all this doubt would be instantly removed if he found that the Immortality of the Soul was revealed in the Word of God. _In fact, no such doctrine is revealed to us._”

_Life in Christ_, by the Rev. Edward White, published about thirty years ago, came as a revelation of undoubted truth to many perplexed Christians, who felt that their gravest difficulty crumbled to nothing if the human soul was not created immortal. But so certain was the storm of opposition which would encounter any Christian teacher or worker who ventured to proclaim the new light which had dawned on his own soul, that comparatively few had the courage to face it. (Just as men who love the Episcopal Church too dearly to leave it, are compelled to make such mental reservations as enable them to repeat that arrogant definition of the Christian faith said to have been composed by a French Archbishop in the fifth century, which is so unjustly attributed to poor St. Athanasius, and which, I am told, was not adopted at Rome till the middle of the tenth century, though it seems to have been accepted in England about the eighth century.)

In his _Commentary on the Epistle to the Romans_, vol. ii. p. 212, Bishop Gore says:—

“Careful attention to the origin of the doctrine of the necessary
immortality or indestructibility of each human soul ... will probably
convince us that it was no part of the original Christian message, or
of really Catholic doctrine. It was rather a speculation of Platonism
taking possession of the Church.”

In his book on Bishop Butler, the late W. E. Gladstone wrote:—

“_Another consideration of the highest importance is that the natural
immortality of the soul is a doctrine wholly unknown to the Holy
Scriptures_, and standing on no higher plane than that of an
ingeniously sustained, but gravely and formidably contested,
philosophical opinion.... We may perhaps find that we have ample
warrant for declining to accept the tenet of natural immortality as a
truth of Divine Revelation.”—_Studies on the Works of Bishop Butler_,
p. 197.

As regards the teaching of the Old Testament, or even of Jewish tradition, it is certain that natural immortality could not possibly have been understood, else how could the Sadducees, who denied any life after death, have formed so strong a party?

The sect of the Sadducees seems to have originated about B.C. 250, and that of the Pharisees about B.C. 150. Whereas the former denied that there was any Resurrection, the Pharisees believed in an immortality which doomed the wicked to endless torment, and the righteous to transmigration. The latter doctrine is plainly implied in the question which was asked by the disciples regarding the blind man to whom Jesus gave sight, “DID THIS MAN SIN, or his parents, that he was born blind?” It is mentioned as an article of faith by several Jewish writers, including Josephus. (Quoted by Dr. Pusey, _Everlasting Punishment_, p. 69, 3rd edition.)

When Christ put the Sadducees to silence (Matt. xxii. 31–34), it was by telling them of the CONTINUITY OF LIFE of those who, while yet on earth, have attained to be the recognised servants of God.

In a volume of Biblical notes I find the following concerning the Sadducees:—

“‘_They divided the hierarchy with the Pharisees_, and the _Chief
Council_ seems to have been equally balanced between the two’ (see
Acts xxiii. 6–8). When Paul, in presence of the High Priest Ananias,
perceived that the one part were Sadducees, and the other Pharisees,
he cried out in the Council, ‘Men and brethren, I am a Pharisee, the
son of a Pharisee. Of the hope and resurrection of the dead, I am
called in question.’ And when he had so said, there arose a dissension
between the Pharisees and the Sadducees, and the multitude was
divided. For the Sadducees say that there is _no_ resurrection,
neither angel nor spirit, but the Pharisees confess both. In our
Lord’s time _the family of Annas the High Priest_ belonged to this
faction (Acts v. 17): ‘Then the High Priest rose up, and all that were
with him (which is the sect of the Sadducees).’”

Mr. Minton points out the literal origin of many of the illustrations used concerning the awful fate of all who refuse to accept Christ’s gift of eternal life, and that His references to them were illustrations which those to whom they were addressed would certainly understand figuratively, such as those alluding to “unquenchable fires,” which all present knew to have long since burnt themselves out, having finished their work of destruction.

He quotes the Rev. H. Constable, who writes concerning the last judgment:—

“That awful scene represents the final destruction of evil, and not
the eternal perpetuation of it in its most aggravated and malignant
forms. All evil, physical as well as moral, represented by Death and
Hades, has been cast into the Lake of Fire. All who have wilfully
continued to be evil have been consigned to one awful place of
punishment. According to their deserving is their chastisement—‘few
stripes or many stripes.’ Gradually life dies out in that fearful
prison. They who WOULD NOT find Life, have found Death, and the dead
know not anything. There is no eternal antagonism of good and evil, no
eternal jarring of the notes of praise and wailing. Evil has died out,
and with it sorrow. Throughout GOD’S world of Life, all is joy and
peace and love.”

“Then (after the accomplishment of the doom described in Rev. xx. 14,
15, and Rev. xxi. 8) there shall be no more curse, and no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain. For
GOD HIMSELF shall dwell with men, and shall wipe away all tears from
their eyes. HE will swallow up Death in Victory.

“Is it not amazing that men should profess to believe these glorious
and most blessed promises and yet for one moment conceive such a
possibility as that their fulfilment should be co-existent with the
Eternity of Evil, and of the continued existence through endless ages
of countless myriads of GOD’S creatures, enduring the most appalling
torture, and (so far from HIS wiping all tears from off all faces)
that the weeping and gnashing of teeth (which our LORD has told us
will accompany the terrible moment when HE has finally shut the door
of mercy), shall continue through all eternity!

“Whereas HE has said that nothing shall then exist which is not
reconciled to HIM.

“LORD, open the eyes of THY servants to see the horror of horrors that
their imagination has substituted for the glorious future set before
us in THY WORD of a universe reconciled to THEE, and THYSELF ALL IN
ALL.”

“THY WILL BE DONE.”

While touching on such solemn subjects, I cannot refrain from referring to another matter in this present life, in which the GOD of infinite love and compassion is maligned. HE says of HIMSELF that, “Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear HIM. HE doth not willingly afflict the children of men.”

HE created everything in HIS world “very good” and very happy, and there was no pain or suffering till HIS enemy had succeeded in bringing in sin and consequent death. GOD’S will is the happiness of HIS children. And yet it is chiefly when horrible accidents occur, and in every form of sorrow and anguish, that we strive to say “THY WILL BE DONE,” ignoring the context “as it is done in Heaven,” where HIS Will is done, and there is no pain, nor any grief, because HIS enemy who causes the suffering has no power there.

On this subject Mrs. Josephine Butler writes:

“Not until we recognise that there are two ruling powers in the world
can we ever be right in our estimate of or relation to the GOD of
Love—never till we recognise the dual government can we see straight.
It is a dual government which is at war now, but with a progressive
victory for the Benign and Blessed One, and defeat (with our help) for
the malign one....

“Have readers of the Gospel never fathomed the significance of the
words of Jesus: ‘Shall not this woman, whom Satan hath bound these
eighteen years, be healed?’ Again and again HE was angry with the evil
spirit which afflicted men and women. GOD is not the author of sin,
disease, pain, evil, death. These all come from another source. They
are maliciously inflicted evil” [as we read in the story of poor Job
and his trials—inflicted by Satan, though for some mysterious purpose
permitted by GOD up to a certain limit]. “Yet GOD is ever mending,
healing, bringing good out of Satan’s bad, making us heroic under
pains inflicted by the enemy, walking with us through the flames and
the floods of the Evil One’s creating, and making us HIS own
companions, working for the final victory.

“Was it GOD who tortured the demoniac boy, whose father brought him to
Christ? If it had been, would GOD’S Son have said: ‘Come out of him,
thou foul spirit, and enter no more into him?’ ‘GOD anointed Jesus of
Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power, who went about doing good
and healing all that were oppressed of the devil, for GOD was with
HIM.’”

On the other hand, of course we must not forget that some sufferings and trials are for our education. According to His own Word, “As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten.” And those marvellous sayings regarding our LORD Himself in His human life—that “Though HE was the SON of GOD, yet learned HE obedience by the things which HE suffered,” and that HE, the Captain of our salvation, was made perfect through sufferings.”—Heb. v. 8; ii. 10.

But when in that awfully mysterious hour of HIS human agony HE cried, “THY will be done,” that surely was, because HE was about to “taste death for every man,” in order that “THROUGH DEATH HE MIGHT DESTROY HIM THAT HAD THE POWER OF DEATH, THAT IS, THE DEVIL” (Heb. ii. 9–14), and so by Himself enduring all, HE might conquer our enemy.

NOTE G
_Intercessory Prayer_

Well did Tennyson write—

“More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of;
Wherefore let thy voice rise for me like a fountain day and night.”

Little does the world know how many a mighty change has been wrought in answer to the unknown prayers of many a faithful heart. The guardian angel who thus ceaselessly pleaded for Roualeyn was a saintly woman, Davina M. ... who in her beautiful girlhood had been the one pure love of his life, and who loved him with such devotion that she stedfastly refused to link her life with his from a conviction that it would be to his disadvantage to marry beneath his own social rank. She lived to know that her life-long prayer had been granted, and soon after his death she also passed to the brighter world.

Something of that romance of sixty years ago is suggested in the poem of “Euphemia” by his niece Eisa (the Hon. Mrs. Willoughby, now Lady Middleton) in her volume _On the North Wind, Thistledown_, published by King and Co. In that volume and in _The Story of Alastair Bhan Comyn_, published by Blackwood, are woven many traditions of Morayland.

When travelling in the Hawaiian Isles, I chanced to see in a local paper some anonymous verses on intercessory prayer, which seemed to me so touching, that I will venture to reproduce them here:—

“I PRAY FOR THEE.

“When thou art very weak and weary,
When it is dark and all seems dreary,
And suddenly a light almost divine
Upon thy doubting eyes and heart doth shine,
And thou the way to go dost plainly see,
Know, dearest heart, that then I pray for thee.
Far off, in little chamber, I am saying
These words, all softly, and GOD hears me praying:
‘Dear Lord, I do not know
If all is well with him whom I love so,
But Thou canst tell.
O give him Light to see!
O with him ever be
Till all is well!’

“When with a weight of sorrow and of fears,
Crushed to the earth, thou weepest bitter tears,
Lo! gently round thee arms of tenderest love
Raise thee from depths of woe, and far above
Thou hearest a sweet voice saying ‘Trust in ME,’
Know, dearest heart, that then I pray for thee!
Then, with full heart of love to GOD, I’m saying
These words, all softly, and HE hears me praying:
‘O Lord, perhaps to-day,
Down in the dust,
He thinks not Thou didst say—
“Heart, in ME trust.”
O save him, LORD, in love,
O lift him up above
Out of the dust.’

“When all the answering beauty of the soul
Is throbbing, thrilling with the rapturous whole
Of Nature, as on odorous summer night
The tremulous stars thy senses all delight;
Thou feelest higher joys than these can be,
Know, dearest heart, that then I pray for thee,
For at my twilight window I am saying
These words, all softly, and GOD hears me praying:
‘Dear Father, as to-night
He sees the sky
With glorious beauty light,
To THEE on high,
Who this rare radiance wrought,
Raise his adoring thought
Above the sky.’

“Thus always, with full heart of love to GOD, I’m saying
These words, all softly, and HE hears me praying:
‘Dear Lord, both he and I
Are far from strong;
To each of us be nigh,
The way is long.
Perhaps he heeds not me,
JESUS, we both need THEE;
Make us more strong.’”

As these pages are not intended for publication during my lifetime, but are my last message to many friends personally unknown to me, I venture here to quote two letters addressed to a very dear friend, in the hope that they may possibly prove helpful to some one who finds the like difficulty in coming into personal touch with the Master.

“DEAR...,—The few words we exchanged last night have made me wonder whether the doubts you seemed to express were genuine, or just spoken for the sake of argument. But because I know too how many minds such as yours, intellectual difficulties do seem insuperable (their very wisdom raising earth-born clouds, which hide the truth, that to ‘babes’ seems so clear and simple), I feel that I am bound to say plainly that the result of my own fifty years of thinking on the subject has been to bind me more firmly than ever to the simplest child’s faith in the Old Story of the Cross and in THE FRIEND whose love and presence are to me infinitely more real and more precious than those of any human being.

“And I do feel that, knowing Him as I do, beyond all possibility of doubt—and loving Him, however unworthily—realising, as I have done even in the brightest years of life’s young morning, how utterly dark and cheerless my own life would be but for this ‘fellowship’ (St. John’s own word—1 John i. 3—so I may write it without presumption), it would be unpardonable in me not to say so plainly to any friend who may not yet have been able to realise this—the only Life-giving truth—the old, old story which Saul, the cultivated Roman Jew, the persecutor of the despised sect, was impelled to go and preach to the super-refined and learned Corinthians, that the crucified peasant Jew was in truth Incarnate GOD, Who saw fit ‘to humble Himself even to death on the Cross that He might make us the children of GOD and exalt us to everlasting life,’ and Who does care for each one of us individually.

“As concerns our intellectual difficulties, we can surely trust these to HIM who made our minds, till HE sees fit to make us capable of understanding all that now perplexes us. Our personal acquaintance with Himself is FAR CLOSER than any outside difficulty of that sort, and so I for one am content to believe that there are many things far beyond my comprehension in its present undeveloped capacity—things which I know I must accept on trust till I pass from the present caterpillar stage to the full, free-winged life when we shall know all the mysteries.

“Only once in my life was there a time—a long, weary time of sad darkness, when cold earth-born clouds closed round me, so as to shut out all the light of His companionship. I do not mean that I doubted His real presence any more than I doubt the shining of the sun beyond our visible rain-clouds, but for me there were only leaden skies, impenetrable and unresponsive, with only now and then a gleam of the blessed light. But I knew it was the just punishment of wilful wrong-doing—‘a needful time of trouble.’ (For of course in one who does know the Master and His love, sins which the world would not recognise as such, must rank very differently from the world’s standard, and though HE has promised to be our defence, that we may not GREATLY fall, we all know too well how continually we do stumble.) But at last the earnest of forgiveness was granted in the restored consciousness of His presence—a change quite as distinct as that from the darkness of a November fog to the glad summer sunlight.

“And now with my whole soul I do thank Him for His gift of light, and I do realise ever more and more, how closely HE does draw us to Himself when we WILL come to Him, and what a real and blessed possession is the Eternal Life, which is His gift to us NOW—the gift of Him ‘WHOM TRULY TO KNOW, IS LIFE EVERLASTING.’

“This is the truth which myriads have believed, acknowledging how unnecessary it is that they should understand how or why it should be, but have simply taken Him at His word, surrendering themselves wholly to Him, and have found in Him all-sufficient rest for their souls. And not only rest, but perfect sympathy and companionship.

“I know you do not class me as quite an idiot in other matters; surely, then, you can believe that it is no mere delusion which is to me so intensely real that it fills and satisfies my heart and all my being, and which makes what we call living or dying so entirely matters of contentment, because I am perfectly certain that nothing except my own wilful yielding to what I recognise as sin can possibly separate me from Him, and from the Love wherein He enfolds all who do willingly give themselves to Him to be His own.

“Though we all do instinctively shrink from revealing our inner lives to one another, yet those who have once realised all that this means, cannot but crave that all ‘who call them Friend’ should share the same secret of inward peace....”

On one occasion I sent this friend a very beautifully illuminated card with the words, “The Lord shall guide thee continually,” and “Underneath are the Everlasting Arms.” Much to my surprise, it called forth a letter so unlike her usual gentle courtesy, that I felt constrained to reply:—