The Ayrshire Legatees (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1

On New Year's day Dr. Pringle received a letter from India, informing him
that his cousin, Colonel Armour, had died at Hydrabad, and left him his
residuary legatee. The same post brought other letters on the same
subject from the agent of the deceased in London, by which it was evident
to the whole family that no time should be lost in looking after their
interests in the hands of such brief and abrupt correspondents.

"To say the least of it," as the Doctor himself sedately remarked, "considering
the greatness of the forth-coming property, Messieurs Richard Argent and
Company, of New Broad Street, might have given a notion as to the
particulars of the residue." It was therefore determined that, as soon
as the requisite arrangements could be made, the Doctor and Mrs. Pringle
should set out for the metropolis, to obtain a speedy settlement with the
agents, and, as Rachel had now, to use an expression of her mother's, "a
prospect before her," that she also should accompany them: Andrew, who
had just been called to the Bar, and who had come to the manse to spend a
few days after attaining that distinction, modestly suggested, that,
considering the various professional points which might be involved in
the objects of his father's journey, and considering also the retired
life which his father had led in the rural village of Garnock, it might
be of importance to have the advantage of legal advice.

Mrs. Pringle interrupted this harangue, by saying, "We see what you would
be at, Andrew; ye're just wanting to come with us, and on this occasion
I'm no for making step-bairns, so we'll a' gang thegither."

The Doctor had been for many years the incumbent of Garnock, which is
pleasantly situated between Irvine and Kilwinning, and, on account of the
benevolence of his disposition, was much beloved by his parishioners.
Some of the pawkie among them used indeed to say, in answer to the godly
of Kilmarnock, and other admirers of the late great John Russel, of that
formerly orthodox town, by whom Dr. Pringle's powers as a preacher were
held in no particular estimation,--"He kens our pu'pit's frail, and
spar'st to save outlay to the heritors." As for Mrs. Pringle, there is
not such another minister's wife, both for economy and management, within
the jurisdiction of the Synod of Glasgow and Ayr, and to this fact the
following letter to Miss Mally Glencairn, a maiden lady residing in the
Kirkgate of Irvine, a street that has been likened unto the Kingdom of
Heaven, where there is neither marriage nor giving in marriage, will
abundantly testify.


Mrs. Pringle to Miss Mally Glencairn

DEAR MISS MALLY--The Doctor has had extraordinar news from India and
London, where we are all going, as soon as me and Rachel can get
ourselves in order, so I beg you will go to Bailie Delap's shop, and get
swatches of his best black bombaseen, and crape, and muslin, and bring
them over to the manse the morn's morning. If you cannot come yourself,
and the day should be wat, send Nanny Eydent, the mantua-maker, with
them; you'll be sure to send Nanny, onyhow, and I requeesht that, on this
okasion, ye'll get the very best the Bailie has, and I'll tell you all
about it when you come. You will get, likewise, swatches of mourning
print, with the lowest prices. I'll no be so particular about them, as
they are for the servan lasses, and there's no need, for all the
greatness of God's gifts, that we should be wasterful. Let Mrs. Glibbans
know, that the Doctor's second cousin, the colonel, that was in the East
Indies, is no more;--I am sure she will sympatheese with our loss on this
melancholy okasion. Tell her, as I'll no be out till our mournings are
made, I would take it kind if she would come over and eate a bit of
dinner on Sunday. The Doctor will no preach himself, but there's to be
an excellent young man, an acquaintance of Andrew's, that has the repute
of being both sound and hellaquaint. But no more at present, and looking
for you and Nanny Eydent, with the swatches,--I am, dear Miss Mally, your
sinsare friend, JANET PRINGLE.

The Doctor being of opinion that, until they had something in hand from
the legacy, they should walk in the paths of moderation, it was resolved
to proceed by the coach from Irvine to Greenock, there embark in a
steam-boat for Glasgow, and, crossing the country to Edinburgh, take
their passage at Leith in one of the smacks for London. But we must let
the parties speak for themselves.


Miss Rachel Pringle to Miss Isabella Tod

MY DEAR ISABELLA--I know not why the dejection with which I parted from
you still hangs upon my heart, and grows heavier as I am drawn farther
and farther away. The uncertainty of the future--the dangers of the
sea--all combine to sadden my too sensitive spirit. Still, however, I
will exert myself, and try to give you some account of our momentous

The morning on which we bade farewell for a time--alas! it was to me as
if for ever, to my native shades of Garnock--the weather was cold, bleak,
and boisterous, and the waves came rolling in majestic fury towards the
shore, when we arrived at the Tontine Inn of Ardrossan. What a monument
has the late Earl of Eglinton left there of his public spirit! It should
embalm his memory in the hearts of future ages, as I doubt not but in
time Ardrossan will become a grand emporium; but the people of Saltcoats,
a sordid race, complain that it will be their ruin; and the Paisley
subscribers to his lordship's canal grow pale when they think of profit.

The road, after leaving Ardrossan, lies along the shore. The blast came
dark from the waters, and the clouds lay piled in every form of grandeur
on the lofty peaks of Arran. The view on the right hand is limited to
the foot of a range of abrupt mean hills, and on the left it meets the
sea--as we were obliged to keep the glasses up, our drive for several
miles was objectless and dreary. When we had ascended a hill, leaving
Kilbride on the left, we passed under the walls of an ancient tower.
What delightful ideas are associated with the sight of such venerable
remains of antiquity!

Leaving that lofty relic of our warlike ancestors, we descended again
towards the shore. On the one side lay the Cumbra Islands, and Bute,
dear to departed royalty. Afar beyond them, in the hoary magnificence of
nature, rise the mountains of Argyllshire; the cairns, as my brother
says, of a former world. On the other side of the road, we saw the
cloistered ruins of the religious house of Southenan, a nunnery in those
days of romantic adventure, when to live was to enjoy a poetical element.
In such a sweet sequestered retreat, how much more pleasing to the soul
it would have been, for you and I, like two captive birds in one cage, to
have sung away our hours in innocence, than for me to be thus torn from
you by fate, and all on account of that mercenary legacy, perchance the
spoils of some unfortunate Hindoo Rajah!

At Largs we halted to change horses, and saw the barrows of those who
fell in the great battle. We then continued our journey along the foot
of stupendous precipices; and high, sublime, and darkened with the shadow
of antiquity, we saw, upon its lofty station, the ancient Castle of
Skelmorlie, where the Montgomeries of other days held their gorgeous
banquets, and that brave knight who fell at Chevy-Chace came pricking
forth on his milk-white steed, as Sir Walter Scott would have described
him. But the age of chivalry is past, and the glory of Europe departed
for ever!

When we crossed the stream that divides the counties of Ayr and Renfrew,
we beheld, in all the apart and consequentiality of pride, the house of
Kelly overlooking the social villas of Wemyss Bay. My brother compared
it to a sugar hogshead, and them to cotton-bags; for the lofty thane of
Kelly is but a West India planter, and the inhabitants of the villas on
the shore are Glasgow manufacturers.

To this succeeded a dull drive of about two miles, and then at once we
entered the pretty village of Inverkip. A slight snow-shower had given
to the landscape a sort of copperplate effect, but still the forms of
things, though but sketched, as it were, with China ink, were calculated
to produce interesting impressions. After ascending, by a gentle
acclivity, into a picturesque and romantic pass, we entered a spacious
valley, and, in the course of little more than half an hour, reached this
town; the largest, the most populous, and the most superb that I have yet
seen. But what are all its warehouses, ships, and smell of tar, and
other odoriferous circumstances of fishery and the sea, compared with the
green swelling hills, the fragrant bean-fields, and the peaceful groves
of my native Garnock!

The people of this town are a very busy and clever race, but much given
to litigation. My brother says, that they are the greatest benefactors
to the Outer House, and that their lawsuits are the most amusing and
profitable before the courts, being less for the purpose of determining
what is right than what is lawful. The chambermaid of the inn where we
lodge pointed out to me, on the opposite side of the street, a
magnificent edifice erected for balls; but the subscribers have resolved
not to allow any dancing till it is determined by the Court of Session to
whom the seats and chairs belong, as they were brought from another house
where the assemblies were formerly held. I have heard a lawsuit compared
to a country-dance, in which, after a great bustle and regular confusion,
the parties stand still, all tired, just on the spot where they began;
but this is the first time that the judges of the land have been called
on to decide when a dance may begin.

We arrived too late for the steam-boat, and are obliged to wait till
Monday morning; but to-morrow we shall go to church, where I expect to
see what sort of creatures the beaux are. The Greenock ladies have a
great name for beauty, but those that I have seen are perfect frights.
Such of the gentlemen as I have observed passing the windows of the inn
may do, but I declare the ladies have nothing of which any woman ought to
be proud. Had we known that we ran a risk of not getting a steam-boat,
my mother would have provided an introductory letter or two from some of
her Irvine friends; but here we are almost entire strangers: my father,
however, is acquainted with one of the magistrates, and has gone to see
him. I hope he will be civil enough to ask us to his house, for an inn
is a shocking place to live in, and my mother is terrified at the
expense. My brother, however, has great confidence in our prospects, and
orders and directs with a high hand. But my paper is full, and I am
compelled to conclude with scarcely room to say how affectionately I am


The Rev. Dr. Pringle to Mr. Micklewham, Schoolmaster and
Session-Clerk, Garnock

DEAR SIR--We have got this length through many difficulties, both in the
travel by land to, and by sea and land from Greenock, where we were
obligated, by reason of no conveyance, to stop the Sabbath, but not
without edification; for we went to hear Dr. Drystour in the forenoon,
who had a most weighty sermon on the tenth chapter of Nehemiah. He is
surely a great orthodox divine, but rather costive in his delivery. In
the afternoon we heard a correct moral lecture on good works, in another
church, from Dr. Eastlight--a plain man, with a genteel congregation.
The same night we took supper with a wealthy family, where we had much
pleasant communion together, although the bringing in of the toddy-bowl
after supper is a fashion that has a tendency to lengthen the sederunt to
unseasonable hours.

On the following morning, by the break of day, we took shipping in the
steam-boat for Glasgow. I had misgivings about the engine, which is
really a thing of great docility; but saving my concern for the boiler,
we all found the place surprising comfortable. The day was bleak and
cold; but we had a good fire in a carron grate in the middle of the
floor, and books to read, so that both body and mind are therein provided

Among the books, I fell in with a History of the Rebellion, anent the
hand that an English gentleman of the name of Waverley had in it. I was
grieved that I had not time to read it through, for it was wonderful
interesting, and far more particular, in many points, than any other
account of that affair I have yet met with; but it's no so friendly to
Protestant principles as I could have wished. However, if I get my
legacy well settled, I will buy the book, and lend it to you on my
return, please God, to the manse.

We were put on shore at Glasgow by breakfast-time, and there we tarried
all day, as I had a power of attorney to get from Miss Jenny Macbride, my
cousin, to whom the colonel left the thousand pound legacy. Miss Jenny
thought the legacy should have been more, and made some obstacle to
signing the power; but both her lawyer and Andrew Pringle, my son,
convinced her, that, as it was specified in the testament, she could not
help it by standing out; so at long and last Miss Jenny was persuaded to
put her name to the paper.

Next day we all four got into a fly coach, and, without damage or
detriment, reached this city in good time for dinner in Macgregor's
hotel, a remarkable decent inn, next door to one Mr. Blackwood, a civil
and discreet man in the bookselling line.

Really the changes in Edinburgh since I was here, thirty years ago, are
not to be told. I am confounded; for although I have both heard and read
of the New Town in the Edinburgh Advertiser, and the Scots Magazine,
I had no notion of what has come to pass. It's surprising to think
wherein the decay of the nation is; for at Greenock I saw nothing but
shipping and building; at Glasgow, streets spreading as if they were one
of the branches of cotton-spinning; and here, the houses grown up as if
they were sown in the seed-time with the corn, by a drill-machine, or
dibbled in rigs and furrows like beans and potatoes.

To-morrow, God willing, we embark in a smack at Leith, so that you will
not hear from me again till it please Him to take us in the hollow of His
hand to London. In the meantime, I have only to add, that, when the
Session meets, I wish you would speak to the elders, particularly to Mr.
Craig, no to be overly hard on that poor donsie thing, Meg Milliken,
about her bairn; and tell Tam Glen, the father o't, from me, that it
would have been a sore heart to that pious woman, his mother, had she
been living, to have witnessed such a thing; and therefore I hope and
trust, he will yet confess a fault, and own Meg for his wife, though she
is but something of a tawpie. However, you need not diminish her to Tam.
I hope Mr. Snodgrass will give as much satisfaction to the parish as can
reasonably be expected in my absence; and I remain, dear sir, your friend

Mr. Micklewham received the Doctor's letter about an hour before the
Session met on the case of Tam Glen and Meg Milliken, and took it with
him to the session-house, to read it to the elders before going into the
investigation. Such a long and particular letter from the Doctor was, as
they all justly remarked, kind and dutiful to his people, and a great
pleasure to them.

Mr. Daff observed, "Truly the Doctor's a vera funny man, and wonderfu'
jocose about the toddy-bowl." But Mr. Craig said, that "sic a thing on
the Lord's night gi'es me no pleasure; and I am for setting my face
against Waverley's History of the Rebellion, whilk I hae heard spoken
of among the ungodly, both at Kilwinning and Dalry; and if it has no
respect to Protestant principles, I doubt it's but another dose o' the
radical poison in a new guise." Mr. Icenor, however, thought that "the
observe on the great Doctor Drystour was very edifying; and that they
should see about getting him to help at the summer Occasion."

{1} While they were thus reviewing, in their way, the first epistle of the
Doctor, the betherel came in to say that Meg and Tam were at the door.
"Oh, man," said Mr. Daff, slyly, "ye shouldna hae left them at the door
by themselves." Mr. Craig looked at him austerely, and muttered
something about the growing immorality of this backsliding age; but
before the smoke of his indignation had kindled into eloquence, the
delinquents were admitted. However, as we have nothing to do with the
business, we shall leave them to their own deliberations.

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