Many anxious friends sought to
comfort and cheer him during this trying time, and above all he was
tenderly nursed by his loving wife. But it was all in vain. By the middle
of October he was prostrate on a sick-bed, and it was only too apparent
that notwithstanding the best medical skill and assiduous nursing, the
lamp of life was quickly burning itself down to the socket. Every
succeeding day found him weaker than before. He was attended by Dr.
Alexander Monro of Edinburgh, Professor of Anatomy in the University, who,
from the fact that he was the third of the same name who had occupied this
post, is sometimes designated Dr. Monro
On the 27th of the month a young
man, a friend and pupil, who assisted him with his canvases and brushes,
came into the room along with one of his sons. The minister felt weaker
and worse than usual, and a strong presentiment that his last day on earth
had come possessed his mind. It was the afternoon, and the setting sun of
a shortened day sent its slanting rays into the room. He desired his son
and young friend to move his bed toward the window that he might look for
the last time on the scene he loved so well, and on that sun whose setting
orb he had so often painted. His fancy was indulged; he sat up and gazed
with intense earnestness on the beautiful landscape for some time, until
the effort proving too much for his strength, he sank back on his pillow
and fainted with fatigue.
It was a farewell interview between
old friends; an eternal leave-taking. The sun went down in crimson and
gold over the reeds and willows of the Loch. The mists of a chill October
night gathered over the water. Craigmillar Castle and the distant Pentland
Hills were lost to view, never more to gladden his eyes.
Next morning, ore the orb of day had
gilded the eastern horizon, the spirit had ‘passed through the gates into
He died early on the morning of 28th
October 1840, at the age of sixty-two, and after a ministry in the Church
of Scotland of forty-one years, the greater part of which was spent in
They laid him to rest in the
south-west corner of his own quiet churchyard, beside his favourite Loch,
and in view of the crags of Arthur Seat. No more fitting place could
possibly be found for a lover of Nature—
‘It is a lovely spot. The sultry sun
From his meridian height, endeavours vainly
To pierce the shadowy foliage, while the zephyr
Comes wafting gently o’er the rippling Loch.
It is a nook
Most pleasant; such a one, perchance, did Gray
Frequent, as with a vagrant muse he wantoned.’
1. DR. THOMAS THOMSON. Born
at Dailly, 17th May 1802. Settling in Stratford-on-Avon as a physician, he
became highly popular there, and was for several years Mayor of the town.
He afterwards removed to Leamington, where his skill and general kindness
of disposition brought him into much repute. He married Miss James,
daughter of Dr. James, a celebrated London physician, by whom he had five
daughters—Fanny, Isabella, Caroline, Mary Helen, and Annie.
Dr. Thomson died at Leamington,
2. JOHN THOMSON. Born at
Dailly, 15th November 1803. At an early age he entered the Royal Navy, but
afterwards joined the East India Company’s Maritime Service, and rose from
Lieutenant to the rank of Captain. It was while he was acting in the
former capacity on board the ill-fated East Indiaman, The Kent,
that she caught fire in the Bay of Biscay, a few days after leaving
England, with six hundred and forty-one souls on board, including a large
number of women and children who were accompanying a regiment to India.
The calamity occurred on the 1st
March 1825, and was caused by the accidental upsetting of a lamp in the
hold, where one of the ship’s officers was endeavouring to secure some of
the cargo which had shifted by the lurching of the vessel. Owing to the
highly inflammable nature of the cargo, the hold was in a few moments
blazing beyond hope of extinction, though the captain and crew did
everything possible to lessen the rapidity of its action by letting in
volumes of water from the port-holes. From a most interesting narrative
published at the time by one of the passengers of the events connected
with the destruction of the ship and the rescue of great part of her
living freight, we gather some particulars as to the active share young
Thomson had in the work of saving those on board. Very gallantly indeed he
filled his post.
After everything had been done by
the captain and crew, but in vain, to extinguish the fire, a feeling of
despair came over all, and a. scene of horror ensued that baffled all
‘Then rose from sea and sky the wild
Then shriek’d the timid, and stood still the brave.’
The upper deck was covered with
between six and seven hundred human beings, many of whom, from previous
sea-sickness, were forced on the first alarm to flee from below in a state
of absolute helplessness, and were now running about in quest of husbands,
children, or parents. While some were standing in silent resignation, or
in stupid insensibility to their impending fate, others were yielding
themselves up to the most frantic despair. Some were on their knees
imploring mercy of Heaven, while others sullenly took their seats directly
over the powder magazine, hoping, as they said, that when it exploded a
speedy termination would be put to their sufferings. It was when all were
paralysed by the calamity, and active energy seemed useless, that it
occurred to young John Thomson, the fourth mate, to send a man to the
foretop, rather with the ardent wish than the expectation that some
friendly sail might be discovered on the stormy deep. The sailor on
mounting caught sight of a sail on the lee bow, and immediately the joyful
news rang through the Kent, and hope succeeded to despair. Signals
were made, and the brig Cambria bore down upon the ill-fated ship.
But the difficulty now presented itself of transferring so large a number
of human beings from the one vessel to the other in the raging sea then
running. The attempt must, however, be made; the boats were manned, and
preparations made for rescuing the women and children first. The utmost
order was preserved, thanks to the coolness of Captain Cobb, aided by the
military officers on board; and not a man was allowed to leave the burning
deck until every woman and child had been rescued. The first boat to leave
the Kent for the ark, of refuge’ was under charge of young Thomson,
and it is an interesting fact that it was he who handed up the first to be
received into the Cambria, and who brought the last one saved from
the wreck. The first was a child of only a few weeks old, the infant son
of Major Macgregor, who in after years came to be well known as a
traveller and explorer, and who has delighted the world with his
experiences in so frail a bark as a paddle canoe. Though too young to
remember his rescue from the burning Kent, ‘Rob Roy’ Macgregor ever
bore to his brave deliverer a warm and grateful affection; and a life of
usefulness, spent with Lord Shaftesbury in saving many poor boys from the
London streets and setting them in the way of earning an honest living,
was a grand recompense for his early rescue from death by fire or water.
Throughout the whole of that weary
day and far on into the night John Thomson stuck manfully to his post,
making trip after trip to the burning wreck; and even when expostulation
and entreaty had failed to induce a few terrified creatures to leave her
at the last, he persevered in keeping his boat at the ship’s stern to save
them if possible. By means of the boats 301 officers, noncommissioned
officers, and privates of the 31st Regiment, 46 women and 48 children, 19
male and female private passengers, and Captain Cobb and 139 of the crew,
amounting in all to 554, were rescued. In the ‘narrative’ in question the
highest praise is given to Lieutenant Thomson, to whose spirited conduct
and indefatigable exertions much of this result was due; while Captain
Cook of the Cambria, in reporting the incidents of the wreck to his
agents, also singles him out, along with Mr. Philip, the boatswain, for
The circumstances connected with the
occurrence made a great impression throughout the country at the time, and
on the arrival of the tidings at Duddingston Manse, Mr. Thomson, we are
told, ‘shed tears of delight and honest pride at the noble conduct of his
son,’ and whenever the event was mentioned afterwards it was evidently a
source of the utmost satisfaction.
Lieutenant Thomson afterwards rose
to the rank of Captain in the East India Company’s service, and was
frequently several years abroad at a stretch with his vessel, the Duke
of York. It is related that on one occasion when his ship was out
about a day from England, he fell in with a homeward-bound troopship,
which signalled them for a doctor. Captain Thomson brought his ship to;
the gig was lowered, and he had his foot on the ladder to go with the
doctor when something detained him, and the doctor went alone. On the
doctor’s return he was evidently much impressed, and said to the Captain,
‘I have seen a sad sight; as fine a young fellow as you could imagine in
the last stage of malarial fever; he will never reach home alive.’ He did
not; and, strange to say, it afterwards transpired that it was young
Molyneux Dalrymple, Captain Thomson’s own half-brother, the surgeon had
been to see, and whom he had just missed saying good-bye to.
After 1848, when Captain Thomson was
married, he got an appointment at Poole harbour, from which he was
transferred to the charge of the coastguard at Peterhead, where he served
for ten years. For the last twenty-five years of his life he was
Inspecting Officer of the Inverness division of the coastguard at
Cromarty. He died there 4th May 1870, leaving a widow and three daughters.
These are Joanne (Mrs. Ogilvie), Caroline, widow of Dr. J. Headley Neale,
Leicester; and Miss Isabella Thomson, who is a teacher at Prestonpans.
3. MARGARET. Born at Daily,
13th October 1805. She died at Duddingston Manse on 12th February 1827, in
the 22nd year of her age.
4. MARY. Born 21st November 1806. Died in
5. ISABELLA. Born at Duddingston Manse on the 1st April
1809. Married to Robert Scott Lauder, R.S.A., 10th September 1883, and had
issue the following children:—
HELEN THOMSON. Born at Rome, 6th September 1834, where she died, aged
HENRY SCOTT LAUDER. Born at Rome, 15th June 1837.
ISABELLA Scorr LAUDER. Born in London, 14th July
1889. Married to her cousin, Mr. James Thomson (who died in December
1897), and has issue two sons.
JOHN THOMSON LAUDER. Born 27th November 1841; died
16th November 1865.
ROBERT SCOTT LAUDER. Born 27th January 1844; died
4th June 1887.
Mrs. Lauder died On 27th August 1869, and Robert
Scott Lauder on 21st April of the same year.
By his second wife, Frances Ingram Spence, or
Dalrymple, the Rev. John Thomson had three sons and two daughters. These
1. FRANCIS THOMSON. Born at
Duddingston, 17th October 1814 He was a member of the medical profession,
and practised for some years at Peterhead, where he died, 4th October
1858. He was married to a Miss Nisbet, but they had no family.
2. EMILY. Born 4th September 1816, at Duddingston.
3. MARY HELEN. Born 6th December 1817; died 13th
4. HENRY FRANCIS THOMSON. Born at Duddingston, May 1819. After a
somewhat chequered career, he died in Ceylon, where he was a
EDWARD THOMSON. Born at Duddingston on 19th April 1821.
When a comparatively young man he went to Australia ‘to push his fortune.’
He bought an extensive tract of land, but it did not prove a remunerative
speculation. Being, like his father, an adept at the brush, he took to
Art; but appreciation of Art was yet a thing of the future in the
Colonies, and many good paintings of his, we have been told, were sent
home for sale. He died in Australia from the result of an accident while
out riding in the bush. He was married, but at his death left no family.
Besides those we have named, Mrs.
Thomson brought with her on her marriage three of her four children by Mr.
Dalrymple, of whom the third—Emily Dalrymple—a young girl of eight years,
died in July 1815; so that at the manse it might be said there were three
families in one, which, on a certain occasion, provoked the humorous
remark by Mrs. Thomson, when introducing the young people to a visitor:
‘That’s my family; that’s John’s family; but these (pointing to the
youngest) are ours.’
The care and responsibility of this
tripartite family must have been no light matter; and doubtless the good
people of the manse found it so in their experience.
Death, as we have seen, was a not
unfrequent visitor, and more than once Thomson’s family circle was sadly
broken, young and hopeful lives being rudely snatched away, calling forth
from his old friend, Sir Walter Scott, on one occasion the sympathetic
line— ‘Poor fellow, he has bad many misfortunes in his family.’ How true
it is that in every man’s cup there are some bitter drops and who shall
search into the heart that bleeds? To lay loved ones in the lonesome
grave—to miss the merry laugh and the glad welcome—to see the fairest
flower in our garden wither, the brightest light in our household
quenched—or to have fond hopes of success in youthful lives perversely
wrecked for ever—these are trials hard to bear. But these recurring losses
and griefs were draughts which the good minister of Duddingston drank in
the deep silence of unmurmuring patience and resignation. Naturally
endowed with a cheerful, buoyant disposition, he was not a man inclined to
undervalue the pleasures of life, or to make too great a virtue of earthly
happiness. The many incidental possibilities and standing problems of
human suffering were too frequently thrust upon him both in his private
and official capacity for this. But they certainly developed in his
character much of that generous Christian sympathy for others for which he
was distinguished. This sympathy of his was the spontaneous, cheerful
outflow of a sunny, gladsome heart, that recognised the fact that in every
landscape there is some cloud, a mildew on every flower, but hopefully
loved to look at the bright side of things, and see on the edge of the
darkest cloud some silver lining; and not the moping, hopeless feeling of
grief that must be submitted to, because it cannot be helped. If there be
truth in the assertion of Robert Browning in the ‘Two Poets of Croisic,’
that other conditions being equal, the greater poet is he who leads the
happier life and ‘triumphs over suffering,’ it will, we think, be admitted
that as a true poet, which his friend Sir Walter Scott asserted he was,
John Thomson had the faculty in a large degree of rising above misfortune.