a sort of communistic colony at Monte Grande (big
wood), some twelve miles from Buenos Aires.
The colony, as a colony, did not
last long, and the minister came into the city of good airs, and in March
1829 held the first Scots Church service. He founded better than he knew,
and bigger than he thought. The Chair of Moral Philosophy at St. Andrews
called him in 1850. His successor was Dr. James Smith, "Padre Smith,"
1850-83, the friend of all, and well beloved. In 1883, Dr. J. W. Fleming,
O.B.E. (who had been assistant for four years) became minister—an
ecclesiastical statesman of Cabinet rank. In 1925, the year of Dr.
Fleming’s death, the work which had begun as a local work, with one
minister and no church, had then its minister and five assistants, its
stately mother church, and six suburban and daughter churches, all
complete with halls and caretakers’ houses, and many a preaching station
all over the Republic. Another daughter suburban church has just been
St. Andrew’s has been a union church
for a hundred years. Some of her most loyal and generous members have been
members at home of the United Free Church, the old Free Church, the
present Free Church, and, perhaps most of all, United Presbyterians.
Distance dims, and then defies and defeats denomination. We have also
solid contributions in membership from English, Irish, Canadian, and
American Presbyterians. Nor am I conscious that any of them have ever felt
uncomfortable in Old Zion on the banks of the muddy River Plate.
To give an impresion of the scope of
the work, it will probably convey more if, after a brief description, I
translate names and distances into the language of home.
Buenos Aires — the Paris of the
South, and sub-tropical in climate — is a city of about two and a quarter
millions. The British population in city and suburbs is reckoned at 25,000
— the second largest British population (after Paris) outside the Empire
and English-speaking world.
But our parish is the whole
Republic. From Mar del Plata and Bahia Blanca, in the east, to Mendoza at
the foothills of the Andes, in the west, is a stretch of over 600 miles,
very roughly from the east coast of Scotland to the west coast of Ireland,
including the sea.
Then from the sub-arctic icy gales
of the Magellan Straits in the south of Patagonia, to the cotton fields
and sugar-cane plantations and orange and banana groves of tropical Jujuy
("who-whee") in the north, is 2,500 miles — roughly, Iceland to
Marseilles. It has been a great privilege to say, "Let us worship God" in
all four corners of the parish.
St. Andrew’s, Buenos Aires—let us
call it (for the sake of happy memories) St. Cuthbert’s, Edinburgh. Then
this is something like the situation. Two services (10.30 a.m. and 8.30
p.m.) every Sunday in St. Cuthbert’s; one every Sunday in churches at
Corstorphine, Liberton, Leith, Musselburgh, and Dalkeith; one every month
at South Queensferry, Haddington, North Berwick, and Dundee; five city and
suburban services in Spanish every Sunday, conducted by our Spanish
assistant (our own foreign missionary) and several lay preachers. The
country in the Argentine is always called the camp ("ci campo"), and our
camp chaplain, whose work is shared at intervals by the minister, has
quarterly services at Glasgow, Aberdeen, and London; half-yearly services
at Perth, Dumfries, Manchester, and so on; yearly services at Paris and
Marseilles, and numerous small settlements. Then in the last few years,
and at the request of the Colonial Committee, we have conducted missions
during the summer months (November to March) amongst our countrymen in
Patagonia, corresponding roughly to Orkney, Shetland, and Iceland.
Our Sunday schools number twelve
—seven English and five Spanish—with about 500 and 400 children
respectively. What a band of loyal superintendents and teachers we have—we
must have, for the ministers are in travellings oft on Sundays.
All this, you will say, sounds
expensive. It is. The communicant membership is 1,100. Those "connected"
with us number many more than our communicants. Yet such are the warm
hearts that the £5,500 required annually for church, charity, missions,
education, pensions, passages, and secretarial work have been regularly
forthcoming. And the humblest Scots laddie, alike with princes and dukes,
has given us his support, and sung with us "I to the hills."
Colonial chaplains who try to keep
the most royal of all standards flying in the far outposts — what a tender
spot they have to touch in the wistful hearts of Scots of the Dispersion.
Will not the General Assembly decree
St. Andrew’s Day (or the Sunday nearest) as a day of prayer for all Scots
abroad, that in the name of the God of Jacob, and for the honour of the
old Church and the old Homeland, these their wandering children may never
renounce nor remove the ancient landmark which the fathers have set?