Being the story and traditions of a remote Highland parish and its people
By Alexander MacRae
THIS little book has been
prepared at the request of some young people who wish to preserve the
traditions and to promote the welfare of their parish. Their generous public
spirit has helped to put it within the reach of all.
Several recent events have
suggested its publication and seem to make its appearance timely. The
passing of the parish as the unit of civil administration has provided the
parochial historian with his opportunity. The union of the churches holds
the promise of unifying the religious and social life of the community. The
change in the proprietorship of the parish has prompted reflection and
awakened hope. Natives, who are dispersed throughout the world, and whose
hearts are bound to the old home by tender spiritual ties, rejoice to
rehearse the tales of their grandfathers and to hear of the doings and of
the dreams of youth.
To tell the
For such as take to scorning
The friends of their youth
And the places they were born in,
I have something,
That, like the light of morning,
Sweeps such vapours of the night,
Though dense they lie,
Clean off my sky.
He that forgets
The hand that rocked his cradle,
And filled life's plate
From love's o'er-flowing ladle,
That forgets those
Who, in the shelter of the gable,
Played marbles with him,
When he was young,
Let him be hung!
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