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appearance, and with the king’s money in his pocket. The grief and
agony of Jeanie, and of her affectionate parents, were past all
description; and the consideration of her rashness and imprudence
having been the occasion of so much distress to herself and others,
rendered her almost desperate.
Henry was not long in the hands of the drill sergeant till he became
nearly as penitent and full of regrets as his lovely young wife, and he
willingly would, had he been permitted, have returned to a faithful
discharge of the duties of a husband; but the country was at that time
in too great need of men such as Henry, to part with him either for
money or interest. When he began to reap the bitter fruits of his own
folly, his affection for Jeanie, if it ever deserved so sacred a name,
returned with redoubled intensity; and that object, for the
abandonment of which he had plunged himself into the hardships of
which he complained, he thought he could not now live without. He
was shortly to be marched off to his regiment, and poor Jeanie,
whose attachment remained unshaken amidst the severe treatment
she had suffered, determined to follow him through all the casualties
of the military life; and at any rate preferred hardship to the disgrace
which she thought she had brought upon herself by her own
imprudence. She had at this time been a mother for little more than
two months; but even this could not change her resolution to follow
the father of her child, exposed as she must be to all the privations
and hardships of the soldier’s wife. She saw her father and mother on
the morning of her departure, but neither she nor they were able to
exchange words, so full were their hearts; save that the old man said,
“God help and bless you, Jeanie!” Scarcely a dry eye was to be seen in
the village that morning, and a crowd of youths, amidst silent
dejection, saw her far on her way, carrying her baby and her bundle
by turns. The toils through which she passed in following her
husband were too many and too severe to be here related. He was
ultimately one of those who assisted to decide the dreadful conflict at
Waterloo, and received a severe wound when the day was just about
won. In a foreign hospital, though he suffered much, he at length
recovered; but upon returning home, his wounds broke forth afresh,
and at last carried him off. Jeanie was now left quite unfriended. She
had seen her two eldest children laid in the dust, the one in a distant
clime, and the other, though on British soil, yet far from the tomb of
her fathers. She still had three surviving, and her parents being gone
to their long home, her only resource at the time I met her was
dependence on public charity.—“The Athenæum,”—Glasgow
University Annual, 1830.
THE VILLAGERS OF AUCHINCRAIG.
By Daniel Gorrie.
Our Laird was a very young man when his father died, and he gaed
awa to France, and Italy, and Flanders, and Germany, immediately,
and we saw naething o’ him for three years; and my brother, John
Baird, went wi’ him as his own body-servant. When that time was
gane by, our Johnny cam hame and tauld us that Sir Claud wad be
here the next day, an’ that he was bringing hame a foreign lady wi’
him—but they were not married. This news was a sair heart, as ye
may suppose, to a’ that were about the house; and we were just glad
that the auld lady was dead and buried, not to hear of sic doings. But
what could we do? To be sure, the rooms were a’ put in order, and
the best chamber in the hale house was got ready for Sir Claud and
her. John tauld me, when we were alane together that night, that I
wad be surprised wi’ her beauty when she came.
But I never could have believed, till I saw her, that she was sae very
young—such a mere bairn, I may say; I’m sure she was not more than
fifteen. Such a dancing, gleesome bit bird of a lassie was never seen;
and ane could not but pity her mair than blame her for what she had
done, she was sae visibly in the daftness and light-headedness of
youth. Oh, how she sang, and played, and galloped about on the
wildest horses in the stable, as fearlessly as if she had been a man!
The house was full of fun and glee; and Sir Claud and she were both
so young and so comely, that it was enough to break ane’s very heart
to behold their thoughtlessness. She was aye sitting on his knee, wi’
her arm about his neck; and for weeks and months this love and
merriment lasted. The poor body had no airs wi’ her; she was just as
humble in her speech to the like of us, as if she had been a cottar’s
lassie. I believe there was not one of us that could help liking her, for
a’ her faults. She was a glaiket creature; but gentle and tender-
hearted as a perfect lamb, and sae bonny! I never sat eyes upon her
match. She had never any colour but black for her gown, and it was
commonly satin, and aye made in the same fashion; and a’ the
perling about her bosom, and a great gowden chain stuck full of
precious rubies and diamonds. She never put powder on her head
neither; oh proud, proud was she of her hair! I’ve often known her
comb and comb at it for an hour on end; and when it was out of the
buckle, the bonny black curls fell as low as her knee. You never saw
such a head of hair since ye were born. She was the daughter of a rich
auld Jew in Flanders, and ran awa frae the house wi’ Sir Claud, ae
night when there was a great feast gaun on,—the Passover supper, as
John thought,—and out she came by the back-door to Sir Claud,
dressed for supper wi’ a’ her braws.
Weel, this lasted for the maist feck of a year; and Perling Joan (for
that was what the servants used to ca’ her, frae the laces about her
bosom), Mrs Joan lay in and had a lassie.
Sir Claud’s auld uncle, the colonel, was come hame from America
about this time, and he wrote for the laird to gang in to Edinburgh to
see him, and he behoved to do this; and away he went ere the bairn
was mair than a fortnight auld, leaving the lady wi’ us.
I was the maist experienced body about the house, and it was me
that got chief charge of being with her in her recovery. The poor
young thing was quite changed now. Often and often did she greet
herself blind, lamenting to me about Sir Claud’s no marrying her; for
she said she did not take muckle thought about thae things afore; but
that now she had a bairn to Sir Claud, and she could not bear to look
the wee thing in the face, and think a’ body would ca’ it a bastard.
And then she said she was come of as decent folk as any lady in
Scotland, and moaned and sobbit about her auld father and her
sisters.
But the colonel, ye see, had gotten Sir Claud into the town; and we
soon began to hear reports that the colonel had been terribly angry
about Perling Joan, and threatened Sir Claud to leave every penny he
had past him, if he did not put Joan away, and marry a lady like
himself. And what wi’ fleeching, and what wi’ flyting, sae it was that
Sir Claud went away to the north wi’ the colonel, and the marriage
between him and lady Juliana was agreed upon, and everything
settled.
Everybody about the house had heard mair or less about a’ this, or
ever a word of it came her length. But at last, Sir Claud himself writes
a long letter, telling her what a’ was to be; and offering to gie her a
heap o’ siller, and send our John ower the sea wi’ her, to see her safe
back to her friends—her and her baby, if she liked best to take it with
her; but if not, the colonel was to take the bairn hame, and bring her
up a lady, away from the house here, not to breed any dispeace.
This was what our Johnny said was to be proposed; for as to the
letter itself, I saw her get it, and she read it twice ower, and flung it
into the fire before my face. She read it, whatever it was, with a
wonderful composure; but the moment after it was in the fire she
gaed clean aff into a fit, and she was out of one and into anither for
maist part of the forenoon. Oh, what a sight she was! It would have
melted the heart of stone to see her.
The first thing that brought her to herself was the sight of her
bairn. I brought it, and laid it on her knee, thinking it would do her
good if she could give it a suck; and the poor trembling thing did as I
bade her; and the moment the bairn’s mouth was at the breast, she
turned as calm as the baby itsel—the tears rapping ower her cheeks,
to be sure, but not one word more. I never heard her either greet or
sob again a’ that day.
I put her and the bairn to bed that night—but nae combing and
curling o’ the bonnie black hair did I see then. However, she seemed
very calm and composed, and I left them, and gaed to my ain bed,
which was in a little room within hers.
Next morning, the bed was found cauld and empty, and the front
door of the house standing wide open. We dragged the waters, and
sent man and horse every gate, but ne’er a trace of her could we ever
light on, till a letter came twa or three weeks after, addressed to me,
frae hersel. It was just a line or twa, to say that she was well, and
thanking me, poor thing, for having been attentive about her in her
down-lying. It was dated frae London. And she charged me to say
nothing to anybody of having received it. But this was what I could
not do; for everybody had set it down for a certain thing, that the
poor lassie had made away baith wi’ hersel and the bairn.
I dinna weel ken whether it was owing to this or not, but Sir
Claud’s marriage was put aff for twa or three years, and he never cam
near us a’ that while. At length word came that the wedding was to be
put over directly; and painters, and upholsterers, and I know not
what all, came and turned the hale house upside down, to prepare for
my lady’s hame-coming. The only room that they never meddled wi’
was that that had been Mrs Joan’s: and no doubt they had been
ordered what to do.
Weel, the day came, and a braw sunny spring day it was, that Sir
Claud and the bride were to come hame to the Mains. The grass was
a’ new mawn about the policy, and the walks sweepit, and the cloth
laid for dinner, and everybody in their best to give them their
welcoming. John Baird came galloping up the avenue like mad, to
tell us that the coach was amaist within sight, and gar us put oursels
in order afore the ha’ steps. We were a’ standing there in our ranks,
and up came the coach rattling and driving, wi’ I dinna ken how
mony servants riding behind it; and Sir Claud lookit out at the
window, and was waving his handkerchief to us, when, just as fast as
fire ever flew frae flint, a woman in a red cloak rushed out from
among the auld shrubbery at the west end of the house, and flung
herself in among the horses’ feet, and the wheels gaed clean out ower
her breast, and crushed her dead in a single moment. She never
stirred. Poor thing! she was nae Perling Joan then. She was in rags—
perfect rags all below the bit cloak; and we found the bairn, rowed in
a checked apron, lying just behind the hedge. A braw heartsome
welcoming for a pair of young married folk!—The History of
Matthew Wald.
JANET SMITH.