William and Louisa
Anderson Part I - Early
Days in Scotland, 1812-1839 - Chapter 8
Leaving Dalkeith—Attendance at
Sessional School, Edinburgh - Last Communion at Ford—Glasgow—Galashiels—Farewell
The remaining portion of the Autobiography is
simply a transcript of his Journal.
Tuesday, Jan. 1.— Contrary to my usual custom,
retired to rest last night before the year expired. My slumbers did not hinder
Old Time from moving onwards with his usual speed, and already one day of the
New Year is almost gone. This is probably the last New Year's Day that I shall
see in my native land. This year will probably be the opening up of the most
important period of my life. May the Lord be with me in all places whithersoever
I go to bless me and to do me good! May His presence go with me to the far
distant land! May His grace make me instrumental in advancing His glory, and in
promoting the temporal and eternal advantage of my fellow-men!
Saturday, 5.—Sixteen years have now passed away
since I stood by my father's deathbed and beheld him yield up his latest breath.
Could I have an interview with him to-night, I would be disposed to say with
"Time has passed But hardly with me since I saw
1 Adapted. Cowper writes—
''Life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard thee last."
Were he alive, how happy would he be to learn
that I have dedicated myself to the very service to which he so frequently and
so fervently devoted me! The day of my leaving my native land would have been to
him one of the happiest in his life. May I ever prove myself worthy of such a
I have just penned a few stanzas on his death.
Sabbath, Feb. 3.—No sermon at Ford. Went to
Edinburgh to St. Paul's Chapel A.M. The first time I have ever worshipped in an
Episcopal chapel. Was accompanied by Mr. James Tod. Was delighted with the
music. I heard a very good sermon by a young clergyman from "Now is the accepted
time." Went to Bristo Street P.M., where the Lord's Supper was dispensed. How
cold, how very cold, appeared the organ and choir of the forenoon, when in the
P.M. about 1400 or 1500 voices were lifted up in the service of song! The
contrast almost moved me to tears.
Sabbath, 24.—I owe a thousand thanks to an
unknown friend, "W. P.," for a pamphlet entitled "Observations on the Motives
and Encouragements to Active Missionary Exertions." I read it this morning on my
way to Ford. My spirits had almost begun to droop of late, but thanks be unto
God for putting it into the heart of "W. P." to send me that book yesterday. I
feel quite revived. I feel happy—unspeakably happy—that I have offered myself
to, and have been accepted by, the Scottish Missionary Society.
Midnight, Saturday, March 16.—Have just been
perusing the Memoir of Mrs. Judson. [Mrs. Ann H.
Judson, first wife of Dr. A. Judson. "Memoirs," by J. D. Knowles.] What anxiety
to benefit the souls of those around her! What energy! What privations ! What
sufferings ! What prayerfulness ! What faith ! Bright is her crown now and loud
her anthem of praise. What a sweet character, too, was Harriet Newell! May I not
be slothful, but a follower of them who through faith and patience are now
inheriting the promises!
Sabbath, 17.—Have had a pleasant Sabbath. My old
favourite, Mr. Law, assisted Mr. Brown in the dispensation of the Lord's Supper.
I sat at the second table with my friend John Scott, who has also offered
himself to go as teacher and catechist to Jamaica.
Saturday evening, April 6.—Released this evening
from my service in the establishment of John Gray & Son, by negotiation between
Dr. Wm. Brown and the Messrs. Gray, as I require to spend a few months at the
Normal School previous to my departure for Jamaica. Friends all very kind—and
many a little present has been handed to me during the last few days. I have
been in the employ of Messrs. Gray since Whitsunday 1834.
Monday, 8.—Rejoicing in what I feel to be a sort
of emancipation. Spent yesterday and last night at Ford. Visited Mr. Porteous's
school, Pathhead, this A.M., and in the evening attended a soiree given me by my
friends in the establishment of Messrs. Gray. Mr. John Tod, in his own name and
in that of his colleagues, presented me with a copy of Dick's Lectures oil
Theology, in four handsome volumes. Mr. Tod's address, and also some of the
others, were exceedingly interesting and encouraging.
Saturday evening, 13.—This has been a strange
kind of a week to me. On Tuesday went to Edinburgh. Sauntered about the city
gazing on its wonders till 7 P.M., then (by mistake) embarked on a luggage boat
on the Canal. Was on the Canal in no pleasant company till 4 A.M. Wednesday,
when I disembarked at Redding Bridge, and reached my sister's house at Shielhill
shortly after five. With my brother-in-law visited Falkirk on Wednesday P.M.
Spent a good while in the Secession Church and its burial-ground. Spent the
night at my sister's. Left Shielhill on Thursday A.M. Walked to Linlithgow.
Visited its Town House, Church, and Royal ruins. Left at 2 p.m. in canal boat
for Edinburgh, and came to Ford in the evening. On Friday tried my hand at an
old occupation—almost forgotten—and delved in my aunt's garden in the a.m.
Saturday, 20.—Enrolled to-day as a pupil in Mr.
Wood's Normal Class, Sessional School. Deeply interested in the procedure of the
school. Delighted to sec that the catechetical system, in which Mr. Wood excels,
is the very plan which I have been following out for years, in my own poor way,
in Ford Sabbath school.
[In a letter from Old Calabar, of date Nov. 9,
18S5, to Mrs. James Duncan, Edinburgh, Mr. Anderson makes a reference and pays a
tribute to his honoured teacher, Sheriff John Wood. The account of the later
life of John Wood, under his assumed name of "John Wallace," after his
mysterious disappearance from Edinburgh in April 1840, is entitled "The Mystery
of Easthampton," and is embedded in an article, "A New England Colony in New
York," by A. A. Hayes, in Harper's Magazine, August 1S85. Mr. Anderson writes:
"My heart was moved to its depths a few weeks ago by reading an article in
Harper s Monthly about a man who figured greatly in Edinburgh fifty years ago as
a paragon of teachers. . . . In these days he was John Wood, Esq., Sheriff of
Peeblesshire, amateur teacher of the Edinburgh Sessional School. He left
Edinburgh after I went to Jamaica. . . . There was a mystery connected with his
disappearance from Edinburgh, and I often longed to know what had become of him.
The article in Harper explains all. I for one owe a debt of deep gratitude to
John Wood. Ifl have had any success in teaching, I owe it very much under
Providence to him. Had I known when I was in America in 1S76, and again in 1877,
where his grave is, I would certainly have visited it."
The Edinburgh Sessional Daily School was opened
on 29th April 1813, having been instituted for the instruction of the children
of the lower classes <>f society in the arts of reading, writing, and
arithmetic. See Account of the Edinburgh Sessional School, by John Wood, Esq.
Edinburgh : John Wardlaw, 1st ed., 1828. The school was situated near the
Sabbath evening, 21.—My first Sabbath's residence
in Edinburgh is now near a close. It has been a busy day, and I trust not an
unprofitable one. At 9 A.M. attended Mr. Wood's Sabbath morning class. At 11
went to Nicolson Street Church, heard an eloquent lecture by Mr. Johnston on
John ii. 18-end. Went to Broughton Place P.M., and heard Dr. John Brown on Isa.
lxv. 21-end. Have just returned from Mr. Wood's Sabbath evening class. I have
drawn water with joy to-day from the wells of salvation.
Tuesday, 30.—Attended this P.M. the Annual
Meeting of the Scottish Missionary Society. The report and addresses were very
interesting, and bore chiefly on the work of the Society's agents in Jamaica.
Feel stimulated to increased diligence in preparing myself for usefulness there.
How highly favoured am I now! I cannot be
sufficiently thankful for my present opportunity of acquiring knowledge both
sacred and secular. My chief business at present is to receive instruction and
learn how to communicate it. More and more delighted with Mr. Wood and his
method of teaching.
Wednesday, May 1.—Glad that my friend Mr. John
Scott [Formerly a gamekeeper under the Duke of Buccleuch.] has been accepted by
the Society for Jamaica. He has come to Edinburgh to attend with me the
Sessional School. He is to be my fellow-lodger in West Richmond Street. I thank
God for such an associate.
Sabbath, 26.—Mr. Scott and I have received an
addition to our number—Mr. Buchanan, son of a deceased minister in Canada,
having been accepted to go out with us to Jamaica. After serious consideration,
all of us have agreed to unite ourselves to Broughton Place congregation and to
wait on Dr. Brown's ministry while we remain in Edinburgh.
Saturday, June 8.—Have attended the meetings of
the United Associate Synod each evening this week. My general feeling that of
disappointment. My early imaginings of Church Court procedure, founded more on
Rev. iv., v., than on Acts xv., have been anything but realised.
Monday, 10.—Walked to Ford on Saturday afternoon.
Left it yesterday morning at five o'clock. Felt very much on leaving it. Many a
time did I turn round and gaze through bedimmed eyes on my aunt's humble
dwelling. Anticipated the time when I must take my farewell survey of the lovely
village of woods and waters. Sorry to leave, yet feel satisfied that I am doing
so in a good cause.
Went to Albany Street Chapel yesterday A.M. Heard
Mr. Freeman from Madagascar. At the close of the sermon (from Zech. iii. 2, last
clause) a native of that island ascended the pulpit, and Mr. Freeman put a few
questions to him (in his own tongue) in reference to the grand truths of the
gospel, which—at least through the interpreter were admirably answered. His last
question was, "How do you feel in regard to the present state of your country?"
The youth's reply was, "This overwhelms me," and he burst into tears. Many of
the audience were much affected. I rejoiced in my prospect of going to Jamaica,
but wished yesterday that Madagascar had been my destination. Lord, pity Thy
poor suffering remnant there. Let Thy people be edified and multiplied in that
Tuesday; 11. "He ye
also ready." Mr. Henry Elston— an amiable young man from England—stood beside me
in the Normal class on Saturday. He was at the Sabbath class in the evening of
Sabbath—forty-eight hours ago— and now he is in the eternal world. I have not
heard what the malady was which has done death's work so speedily.
Saturday, 15.—At Mr. Elston's funeral this PM. He
was interred in Greyfriars Churchyard. " H. E., 21," on the coffin lid. His
girlish widow followed his corpse to its last resting-place. Her heart seemed
nigh bursting. May the widow's God be her comforter and strong tower!
Monday, July 1.—On Saturday at 2 p.m. took boat
at Newhaven for Fife. Debarked at Charlestown, where I was kindly received and
lodged by Mr. Wm, Addison, to whom I had a letter of introduction from his
sister Jane, who is in the service of the Messrs. Gray. Had a pleasant saunter
in the evening in the neighbourhood of Charlestown. Walked to Dunfermline
yesterday morning, accompanied by Mr. W. Addison, to hear once more my old
favourite, Mr. Law. It was the sacramental.
[For some time, while he was in Dalkeith, there
had existed an attachment between Wm. Anderson and Jane Addison. lie desired to
take her to Jamaica as his wife ; but her relatives, being afraid of the Jamaica
climate, which had then a very bad reputation, refused to allow her to go.
Whether this visit of Mr. Anderson's lo Charlestown had anything to do with the
question of marriage between him and Miss Addison, I cannot say. Although the
idea of a union was abandoned, friendly intercourse was kept up by Mr. Anderson
with Miss Addison, who never married, and who died in 1869, and with her family
to the end of Mr. Anderson's life. When Mr. Anderson asked me to write this
Memoir, he referred with emotion to this attachment and what il cost him to give
it up. lie added that he told Mrs. Anderson of it, and that he thought none the
less of him for having loved another.]
Sabbath of the district. . . . We came down in
the P.M. to Limekilns—heard three table services there, and also Mr. Johnston's
concluding address, and the evening sermon by Mr. Johnston of Nicolson Street,
Edinburgh. . . .
Saturday, 27.—We—i.e. Messrs. Scott, Buchanan,
and I —were at tea the other evening at James Marshall, Esq.'s. Mr. Lillie,
catechist designate from Broughton Place Congregation to New Broughton, Jamaica,
boards at Mr. Marshall's. We met Rev. Mr. Scott from Demerara and Mrs. Scott
(who has not yet been abroad). From Mr. Marshall's remarks (he is one of the
Directors of the Scottish Missionary Society) we infer that we may leave this
country earlier than was once intended. Feeling says, "Stay as long here as you
can"; but if called on to leave all dear to us on earth at an earlier period
than once contemplated, I trust we shall be able to say heartily, "The will of
the Lord be done."
Thursday, Aug. 1.—How quickly the time flies on!
But not an hour is lost. We attend morning classes, forenoon classes, afternoon
classes, and evening classes. This is doubtless a glorious day in Jamaica. How
gladly will her sable sons and daughters be celebrating their first anniversary
of freedom! I expect to be rejoicing with them on this day twelvemonths.
Attended an interesting meeting last evening in
Nicolson Street Church. Messrs. Leitch and Glen were designated as missionaries
to India. . . . Mr. Alexander preached an animating discourse from Neh. vi. 3:
"I am doing a great work, so that I cannot come down." Mr. Cooper addressed the
young missionaries at great length, and Mr. Johnston afterwards addressed the
congregation. The Lord of the harvest go forth with these youthful labourers!
And may the lesson impressed on them be also impressed on my mind, that in
answer to friend or to foe who may endeavour to lead me to relax exertion for
the Master's sake, I may be ready to say, "I am doing a great work," etc.
Monday, Aug. 5.—Went to Ford on Saturday P.M.
Slept but little. Got up early yesterday morning and walked to the tent. Earth's
sweetest spot is that to me. In tent pencilled as follows:—
Holy and delightful morning! I have long looked
forward to this day with feelings of deep and solemn interest. This is in all
human probability my last earthly Communion Sabbath with beloved friends here.
Oh, on future third Sabbaths of July and first Sabbaths of August —should I be
spared to see any more of them—my heart shall often be here, though my bodily
presence be far away. If I ever occupy this tent again—but no! all dreams away!
I feel that I am bidding my native land a last farewell. But Christ is in
Jamaica as well as here. May the joy of the Lord be my strength there, and may I
be instrumental in bringing some of the sons and daughters of that island to the
feet of Jesus!
Saturday, Aug. 24.— Left the Edinburgh Sessional
School to-day, after four months' diligent attendance on Mr. Wood's able
instructions. There is much in the system but more in the man worthy of our
admiration and imitation. My brethren and I have also had some opportunity of
seeing Niddry Street School, which is under the able superintendence of Mr. A.
Young, author of "There is a Happy Land " and some other pieces.
Glasgow, Saturday, Aug. 31.—Spent Wednesday night
at my sister's at Shielhill. Came to this city on Thursday expecting to attend
the Normal Seminary here for a few weeks. There is some misunderstanding,
however, as the gentlemen in management tell us that they do not receive pupils
for a shorter period than six months.
Sabbath, Sept. 1.—Heard Dr. Heugh this forenoon
—fine sermon from Luke xi. 13 with Matt, xviii. 19, 20. Heard Mr. King in the
afternoon on Ps. lxxxv. 6. Heard Dr. Wardlaw versus Presbyterianism in the
Wednesday, 4. Mr. Scott and I visit the Seminary
on public days and ramble about at other times. . . . We have been at Paisley
to-day. What a contrast between the quiet of Edinburgh and Dalkeith, and the
turmoil and hurry of Glasgow and Paisley! We went to Walkinshaw to visit Mrs.
and Miss Denniston. Miss D. has the management of a box of clothing to be sent
to Mrs. Waddell at Cornwall, Jamaica—the station to which Mr. Scott is destined.
Monday, 9.—Left Glasgow on Saturday, and came to
my sister's at Shieihill. Heard Mr. Rutherford yesterday A.M. and P.M., and
entered on public Sabbath service by delivering a missionary address in the
evening. Spent last night at Mr. Rutherford's. He and Mrs. R. have been
exceedingly kind to me.
Wednesday, 18.—Well, one trial is past—I felt it
to be a trial. Our Dalkeith friends gave Mr. Scott and me a farewell soiree last
evening in the White Hart Inn. It was to me a trying and solemn occasion. Mr.
Cuthbertson from Dunfermline asked the Divine blessing on the meeting. George
Gray, Esq., occupied the chair. Mr. Elliot addressed Mr. Scott and me in
reference to our duties in Jamaica. His address was very impressive,
instructive, and affectionate. Mr. Scott replied first, and I followed. Mr.
Scott spoke fluently and impressively—I could hardly get on at all. Mr. Sandy in
a very fervent prayer commended us both to the Divine guidance and protection.
Mr. Alexander (Congregational), Edinburgh, delivered a most eloquent address.
Mr. Robson, Lass-wade, and Messrs. Brown (Secession) and Waldie (Relief),
Dalkeith, followed. The Assembly Room was filled with a deeply sympathetic
Tuesday, 24.—Delivered my address on Missions in
Mr. Sandy's church, Gorebridge, this evening—after which Mr. S. presented me
with a copy of Matthew Henry's Commentary on the Bible in six volumes,
subscribed for by several of my old schoolfellows and friends in the
Sabbath, 29.—At Gorebridge all day. Delivered an
address on Total Abstinence to a large assemblage in Mr. S.'s church in the
Monday, 30.—Left Gorebridge in the morning,
accompanied by Master George Sandy. Walked to Killoch-yett, the residence of my
old schoolmaster, Mr. Keddie. Dined at Craigend with Mr. and Mrs. Peak. The
object of my journey was chiefly to see my birthplace, Buck-holmside, and the
church at Galashiels which my father had a hand in erecting. Was kindly received
by Dr. Henderson, Mrs. H., and Miss Hay. Got the keys of the church, and went
through it with great interest. My young friend and I sang part of the 2nd
Paraphrase in it. Spent the night in Dr. Henderson's.
Tuesday, Oct. 1.- On Dr. H.'s recommendation,
went to see .Melrose Abbey. Had a note of introduction to Rev. Thomas
Williamson. We took Abbotsford on the way, and gazed with interest on its
wonders. Were kindly received by Mr. and Miss Williamson. Returned to Galashiels
in the evening.
In the morning Dr. H. took me to the house in
which I first saw the light. It was with strange feelings that I entered it and
gazed around. Strange feelings came over me, too, when I entered the church
yesterday. I had been familiar with the ground-plan from boyhood, as it—as well
as that of Liddisdale had been in my father's possession from the time the
church was built. I felt, when in such a sanctuary, as if I were surrounded by
the spirits of departed friends. Dr. H. took me to the churchyard, but the
sexton could give no information as to the resting-place of my maternal
grandfather and grandmother, and uncles and aunts, and sister Elizabeth, who
died at Ruckholmside.
Wednesday, 2.—Left Galashiels with the purpose of
visiting three sisters of Mrs. Cowan, Carron Hall, as it seems I am appointed to
that station. We dined and had tea at the house of Mrs. Lee, Ferniehirst—one of
Mrs. C.'s sisters. Came to Nethertown to Mrs. Stewart's to spend the night—Mrs.
S. being another sister of Mrs. C.
Thursday, 3.—After breakfast at Nethertown went
to Middletown, Mr. Darling's, to dinner—Mrs. D. being another sister of Mrs. C.
Mr. D. kindly made provision for giving us a drive to Herviston Lodge, near
Gorebridge. We were in time for tea at Mr. Sandy's. I came to Ford in the
evening very much delighted with this my first pleasure excursion.
Tuesday, 8.—Was present at an exceedingly
interesting meeting of the United Associate Presbytery of Edinburgh. The theme
of converse was "A Revival of Religion and the Best Means of its Attainment."
Was introduced at the meeting by Mr. Elliot to Rev. John Simpson from Jamaica.
Wednesday, 9.—Breakfasted with Mr. Simpson, who
kindly gave Mr. Scott and myself much interesting information about Jamaica and
about the stations which we are to occupy.
Sabbath, 13.—Gave a farewell address in the P.M.
to my beloved Sabbath scholars at Ford, Pathhead. A trying hour to them, to my
fellow-teachers, and to myself. My last Sabbath at Ford nearly gone. Oh, what
privileges I have to account for!
Thursday, 17.—This evening has been one of the
most solemn and interesting of my life. A valedictory meeting has just been held
in the church, Mr. Elliot in the chair. After his introductory address, I bade
farewell to pastor and friends, amid the tears of many. Mr. Scott followed me.
Mr. Simpson then gave a good deal of interesting information about Jamaica.
Messrs. Cooper and Sandy also addressed the meeting. At the close Mr. Elliot
presented me with nine excellent and useful volumes as a parting gift from the
Saturday, 19.—At Henton visiting two dear old
fellow-servants now residing here—James Knowles and his wife Agnes Taylor. Lived
over our Fala Mains winter evenings again—
"When with our whole young happy
We loved and laughed away the time,
Nor thought how quickly all departs
So cherished in life's early prime,
Long, long ago! "
[Mr. Anderson kept up acquaintance and occasional
correspondence with these early friends as long as they lived. In a letter to
Mr. Knowles written from Calabar in August 1867, he says: "It sometimes seems to
me but yesterday since she was blooming Nancy Taylor—the object of warm
attachment on the part of Fala Mains herd laddie! Do you and she remember any of
that callant's tricks? the pulling out of the nails by him? etc. etc. He was
really sorry when he saw you both take that matter so much to heart.
"I should have enjoyed an evening by your
fireside exceedingly—when we might have lived our youth over again. Never
mind—let us hold on in the right path, and we shall yet meet where all the
nonsense of the past shall be forgotten, and where all that was pure and holy
shall be revived."
I am indebted for this and other letters to Mr.
W. Robertson, Edinburgh.]
Sabbath, 20.—At Haddington a.m. Heard Air. Hogg
(but pushing Edinburgh-wards did not hear all the sermon). At Tranent P.M. Heard
Mr. Parlane there. Delivered my missionary address in his church in the evening.
Monday, 21.— Paid my last visit to Ford. Sad to
part with poor old aunt. I did not say that this was my last visit, but I felt
it and she felt it. She came to the end of her house—not far from my loved beech
tree— and said when we shook hands, "If we never meet in this world again, it
will be no matter if we meet in a better!" She gazed after me up the brae till I
was out of sight, and I need not say that I turned round many a time to look at
her and Ford—feeling it to be the last time, but also feeling that I was in the
path of duty.
FAREWELL TO FORD.
Written 14th October 1839.
Farewell to Ford, dear lovely spot,
Sweet village of the vale;
Whate'er may be my future lot,
Thy scene shall never be forgot;
Though wafted by the swelling gale
To distant lands, my thoughts shall dwell
Full oft in the sequestered dell.
The beechen tree that casts its shade
Around my former home,
The green where I in childhood played.
The glen, the riverside, the glade,
Where I in boyhood used to roam,
The tree on which I carved my name,
Ah! simple pathway thus to fame!
The stream that turned my water-mill,
The ground where playmates met,
I bear in mind, and ever will,
And oft I'll muse upon you still.
My heart dwells fondly on you yet.
Strong in this heart is memory's power,
O'erwhelming is the parting hour.
Farewell, my pastor and my friend;
Thy memory I'll revere.
May Heaven's best gifts on thee descend
In rich effusion, and attend
Thee through thy varied duties here!
And mayst thou wear in endless day
The crown which fadeth not away!
Friends of my youth, a long adieu,
Friends dearest to my heart,
I find it hard to part with you.
Affectionate remembrance true
Shall never from my soul depart;
Nor would I wish to be forgot.
Pardon the wish,—"Forget me not."
Friday, 25.—At Gorebridge saying good-bye to
friends there. At Dalkeith in the evening, when Mr. Scott and I were presented
with ten useful volumes each in Mr. Brown's Session-house. Mr. Chisholm was
chairman on the occasion, and delivered a fine friendly address, to which we
replied as best we could.
Sabbath, 27.—Heard Mr. Simpson in Mr. Brown's
A.M. Heard Mr. Robson at Lasswade P.M. Took tea at Mr. Robson's, and was
introduced to the two Misses Paterson, who are about to join their father, the
Rev. James Paterson, at Cocoa Walk, Jamaica. Accompanied by both young ladies,
went to Bonnyrigg evening, and delivered an address on Total Abstinence there.
Monday, 29.—Bade farewell to Dalkeith and loved
friends there. Came to Edinburgh by ten o'clock railway coach.
Tuesday, 30.—Took farewell of Edinburgh, and came
to Glasgow per Canal. Drowsy, having been up packing all my little property
during the night.
Sabbath, Nov. 3.— Have been at the Normal School
for a few days. Attended Greyfriars Church. Heard our old townsman from Dalkeith
Rev. David King; A.M.—a beautiful lecture on part of John xxi. . . .
Monday, 4.—Went to Greenock to see the Christian,
in which we are to embark next week for Jamaica. Met Captain M'Nielage, who
seems to be a very pleasant gentleman. On leaving Greenock, got into the wrong
boat, and got a gratis trip to Helensburgh.
Tuesday, 5.—A busy day receiving, reading, and
writing farewell letters.
[One of these was to Mrs. Elliot of Ford, to whom
he had written on 28th October, before leaving Edinburgh, excusing himself for
not calling to take a private farewell, and thanking her and her husband for all
their kindness to him. In his letter of 5th November, after acknowledging
receipt of a kind letter from her, he says: "I feel wearying a little to get
fully away. My heart is at Canon Hall amongst the little negroes. I long to be
among them. I think now that I have no desire for fame, wealth, nor anything on
earth, except that I may do some good before I leave it. Taking climate and all
things into consideration, it will be my wisdom to have my loins always girt and
my lamp burning—to be ready for an early grave; but I would not like to die till
I shall have lived to some purpose. Oh, how much of life have I lost. What
diligence is necessary to make up for what I have lost!"]
Wednesday, 6.—Mr. Scott and I took what we
suppose to be our last rural walk in our native land. I have felt greatly
depressed all day.
"What time my heart is overwhelmed, And in
perplexity, Do Thou me lead unto the Rock That higher is than I."
Saturday, 9.—Came to Greenock yesterday, and
slept on board the Christian. Messrs. Scott and Buchanan and I feel that we
shall have a responsible part to act during the voyage in reference to "those
that are without." I fear that a number of our fellow-passengers are of that
class. Cleared out this p.m., and anchored at "the Tail of the Bank," near
Greenock. Annoyed a good deal at the absence of my luggage, by mistake of some
of our Dalkeith friends.
Sabbath, 10.—The most melancholy Sabbath I have
ever spent — unless, perhaps, one among Nettlingflat heather in 1828. We did not
get to church, and were informed that the captain might come on board at any
minute, in which case we should sail at once. However, no captain appeared all
day, and it was melancholy to hear the church bells ringing and see the
churchgoers on their way to the sanctuary, while we were prisoners. I felt it a
work of necessity to write a note in the morning to Mr. Chisholm, begging him to
look after the forwarding of my luggage, for really I have little now in the way
of clothing besides what I have on me. My heart was with my friends in Dalkeith
and Ford the whole day. Every blessing rest on them all! Mr. Scott and I
conducted social worship in the cabin in the evening. I sang verses 4 and 5 of
2nd Paraphrase, and read the 42nd Psalm. In private, concluded my first Sabbath
on board by singing the 2nd Paraphrase, reading part of Gen. xxviii., reading
Paraphrase 23 and singing the three last verses, reading Matt, xxviii. 18-20,
singing Paraphrase 54, reading 1st hymn, "When all Thy mercies, O my God," etc.,
and singing" the three last verses.
Here ends the story of Mr. Anderson's early days
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